tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30024776241856433752012-01-26T10:27:54.604-05:00~Welcome To The Barnyard~Cyndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631943701991776772noreply@blogger.comBlogger3021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002477624185643375.post-60001581303424525512012-01-25T12:24:00.003-05:002012-01-25T12:26:12.791-05:00

Did you ever glance at something and think, "oh, that's a great thing" but then after thinking about it for a few minutes come to realize how stupid it was?  That's what I thought when I read this quote.  I have to admit I'm no fan of Oprah's but I didn't even realize that it was her quote when I read it because all I could see on my computer screen was the quote itself.  So we can set aside

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Life has a way of causing us to always think about what's coming next.  We find ourselves strategizing, planning, saving, and striving to reach some point that is ahead of us.  Normally I would say that this is a good thing.  It's good to be proactive and prepared and I'm a big one for "forgetting those things which are behind and pressing ahead.." but...it's also good to remember those things

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As I mentioned in an earlier post, the end of my year was rather chaotic on many levels.  At some points I felt as if I was sinking.  At others, it felt as if the ground was shaking.  Many times I was searching for "the green pastures and the still waters."  I wish I could say that everything is completely resolved and life is back to normal, but it's not.  The events of the last half of last

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The second statement the Father made to the oldest son in Lk. 15:31 was "All I have is yours." Now usually we find this statement being spoken from man to God, especially nowadays.  I can think of several songs that have this line in them.  Unfortunately, when we say this to God, He isn't getting much, even though it's all we have to give. It's amazing to consider this statement.  ALL God has is

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I've noticed this year that more stores have put Christ back into their store.  Before Thanksgiving had even arrived, Wal-Mart was playing Christmas carols--and I mean Christmas carols, not holiday songs.  The web is full of people outraged over our society's attempts to remove Christ from the holidays.  Many Christian activists are up in arms over the attempts of society to remove all

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As I mentioned before, my brother-in-law came to preach at our church in October.  During the time he took on Sunday morning, he delivered what is really more like two sermons than one.  In America, we refer in joke to the first sermon as being "for free".  Of course, we don't charge people to get into church, but in the USA money seems to be at the bottom line of everything! I shared already

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To add to the chaos I mentioned in an earlier post--enter the Jerry Sandusky scandal!  As if I needed one more thing to sort out in my already swirling brain!   The third safest city in the USA, no police officer ever killed in the line of duty, academic utopia, "Penn State Proud" community has been rocked by perhaps the most heinous crimes against children ever reported.   It appears that it's

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My husband's little brother preached at our church on October 23rd.  The only thing little about him is his age. He's 9 years younger than my husband.  He's inches taller than my husband, but not quite as handsome! LOL!  (I think my sister-in-law would probably disagree with this statement.)  But one area that he is not small in is his spiritual life.  He gave the best sermon I have ever heard

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This photo by Dave Bleasdale pretty much describes what my life has seemed like these past few weeks.  There is just so much swirling around in my head and my heart-all too jumbled at this point to put into words.  Thoughts, questions, disturbing situations, things that hurt my heart, things that thrill my heart, circumstances causing me to wonder, to pray, to search the scriptures for

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I just realized that this new blogger dashboard has stats!  One of the features is that you can look at what people typed into the search that brought them to your blog.  I'm still trying to figure out how someone found my blog by typing: "old woman standing on corner with ham" As I said before I really have to wonder about the person who found me by typing this in the search: "pastors wives

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When my Mom passed away, my Dad gave me a envelope filled with poems and songs that my Mom had written.  She was always singing a little "ditty" of some kind and knew just about every song ever written. I still laugh as I remember how the silly songs would make us laugh as she danced around the kitchen twirling with a pancake turner in her hand singing songs like "Yes, We Have No Bananas", "Oh

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Just recently I acquired a new piano student.  She attends a charter school in our town and I go there after school to give her a lesson once a week.  Her mother sent me very detailed instructions on how to get there but I didn't need them.  It was the address of the first church I attended as a Christian and that eventually we pastored in.  I hadn't been in that building for nearly 18 years so

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In scripture, we often see people building an altar to God to commemorate a monumental occasion in their walk with Him.  And after the sacrifice is offered, the altar is left standing so that every person passing by will know that something very important happened there. The altar that Joshua built to the Lord became a national monument.  Every time Israelite families passed by with their

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The bird on the left side of the feeder is named Max.  I know this because he has a "wanger feather".  One of his under feathers sticks up and is crooked.  That is how I can pick him out from the myriad of sparrows that all look alike.  You can't see his feather in this photo.  Every time I try to get a photo, he turns so that it's not showing.  I think Max is vain.  LOL! Of all the birds that

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Do all things without grumbling or disputing; 15 so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world, 16 holding fast the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I will have reason to glory because I did not run in vain nor toil in vain. These words from

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I found myself in "whineyland" today!  I get this way every September.  In September homeschooling begins and I need more time at home, but public school also begins and they need my husband at the bus garage three times a day to drive a bus.  This takes me away from home doing the lawn business as my husband runs between me and the garage.  Lawn work is physically taxing on me (I am a grandma

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As some of you already know, my husband and I are bi-vocational ministers which means we also work a secular job on top of the ministry.  We own a lawn and turf company so we do a lot of mowing, raking, bush trimming, fertilizing, spraying, mulching etc.  Business is as unpredictable as the weather, in fact, as the weather goes, so goes the business.  This past July we had no work for 3 weeks. 

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I never thought this would happen but I've fallen in love with another man. Meet my first grandchild.  I'm sure you can tell from his handsome-ness that he is a boy!  His name is Caden Daniel.  He is 8lbs. 3 oz., 22 "long, and perfect from the top of his regal head to the tips of all 10 of his toes! As you can see, his grin is just infectious and just makes me want to squeeze him to my

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http://beyondwaiting.wordpress.com/2011/08/24/is-it-a-sin-to-be-single/

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Today I attended my third wedding in 10 months.  Every wedding is different, with it's own unique characteristics as varying as the personalities of the people who are getting married, but one thing that is never missing are those three little words--I love you.  Whether spoken in words, or seen in the way the bride and groom look into each other's eyes, weddings are full of love.   I had to

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Christ has called us to a life of simplicity.  Love the Lord.  Love others. Only believe.  It's a choice that we must make voluntarily.  A choice to live simply and to walk humbly on the earth.  The world is constantly trying to complicate our lives so that those three things get lost somewhere in the things I must do, things I should do and things I want to do. But Christ desires that our

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I have moved my link to Wordpress.  I'm fed up with Blogger.   Here's the link to my blog on WordPress in case you're interested. http://atypicalpastorswife.wordpress.com/ Just figured out a way to get blogger to work, so for awhile I guess I'll be posting to both blogs until I decide which one I want to keep. 

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I am having so much trouble with blogger!  I can't edit my drafts therefore I can't publish or revise anything either.  I am currently shopping around for another blog site, although I may have to change the name of my blog to do it.  The help group is NO help and you can't contact people directly to ask about the problem so...........I may not publish anything for a while until I can get this

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In the story of the prodigal son, the older brother stayed and worked.  He must have been a good worker because he didn't even know that anything was going on until it was already in full swing.  He had been dutifully working out in the fields.  He was pretty shocked at what was transpiring.  His younger brother had gone out and sowed his wild oats.  He had broken the heart of his father.  He

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I have two teenage boys.  Their two sisters are older than they are.  All were raised with the same set of values and the same set of standards, but the way in which those values and standards have been embraced couldn't be more different between the girls and the boys.   Almost everyone we know with grown children tell us that the boys were much easier to raise than the girls, but that hasn't

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A former colleague of ours is very sick with cancer, in fact he's dying.  He is a Christian.  He is a Pastor.  He belongs to a fellowship/denomination that has a rich history in healing.  Many prayers have been prayed, many verses have been spoken, many admonitions and statements of faith have been proclaimed and yet his friends tell me.....he is dying.  Several of his friends have asked us "Why

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GOD STILL HEALS! Isaiah 53 4Surely our sicknesses he hath borne, And our pains -- he hath carried them, And we -- we have esteemed him plagued, Smitten of God, and afflicted. 5And he is pierced for our transgressions, Bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace [is] on him, And by his bruise there is healing to us.  (Young's Literal Translation) Our daughter is pregnant with our

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On January 19, 1979 two people bumped into each other (literally) in a bar.  Three and a half years later they married. May 15, 1982 In April and June of 1983, they gave their hearts to Jesus Christ and decided to put their pending divorce on the back burner for a little while to give their love a second chance.  As they came to know and love the Lord, their love for each other was re-born as

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Lately all the buzz is about the marriage of plain ole Kate Middleton to Prince William tomorrow.  Their Cinderella love story has captured the world's attention.  Tomorrow morning at 6am EST, all eyes will be glued to the t.v. as Kate Middleton enters Westminster Abbey a commoner and emerges a Princess.  As fascinating as all of this may sound, something of much greater importance happened on

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Below is a very good article by Nancy Lee DeMoss concerning how women dress in our society.   This is of such importance within the Body of Christ in our modern times.  I pray that any young women reading this would heed it's challenges and spend some time before the Lord with an open heart and open ears. Celebrating Biblical Womanhood: Caution! Your Clothes are Talking¹Tools: Print

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To my one true love.  If there was such a thing as a soul mate, you would be mine. Still, God has truly made us one.  One in the Lord.  One flesh.  One in purpose.  One in passion.  How abundantly blessed beyond all I could ask or think I am in having married you.  I know you joke about marrying me for my money.  I know I joke about marrying you for your money.  And by now everyone is laughing

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I wasn't raised in a church that told me of the need to be born again.  That is sad.  Because for all my life I believed that there was a God and I genuinely wanted to please Him, but just never felt that I knew exactly how to do that. Thank God we had born again neighbors that went to a church that had a Vacation Bible School every summer.  It was there that I heard about heaven and hell (yes,

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Any Christian gifted with the ability to write, be it music, prose, meditations, or books immediately encounters a dilemma. You see, writing is a form of communication.  Any author in any genre will tell you that a finished piece, heard by another, is equivalent to a piece of his own soul being publicized to the world.  In order for any composer's work to be complete, it must touch the ears, the

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As a Christian, I've heard this statement over and over.   God is a God of second chances.  It's really become cliche to say this when witnessing to people who once knew God or who think they are too far gone to ever be acceptable to God.  But what does it really mean to get a second chance? In 1999 I found myself sitting by the bed of a small child who was still in diapers.  His head and body

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Philip. 2:25-30 (KJV) Yet I supposed it necessary to send to you Epaphroditus, my brother, and companion in labour, and fellow soldier, but your messenger, and he that ministered to my wants. [26] For he longed after you all, and was full of heaviness, because that ye had heard that he had been sick. [27] For indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him; and not on him only,

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Nancy Demoss said recently that “It’s not the power of control, but the power of influence that we have as women."  That statement really made me stop and think.  There is nothing so distasteful as a controlling woman.  They try to control everything and everyone.  They try to control their husbands, they micromanage their kids,  they try to control their friends and extended family to suit

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To My Wonderful Man, Well, Valentine's day passed without too much fanfare.  Just a couple bouquets of flowers and some "love cups" as you call them.  Then came my birthday and as usual, you went way out of your way to make sure that I had an absolutely delightful day!  How loved that made me feel!  You put your whole heart and soul into thinking of ways to please me and bring joy to my birthday

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During the mid 90's I had four children at home, three of which were in diapers at the same time.  In fact for half the year their ages run in succession, 3,2,1 or 4,3,2.   Lunch times were simple.  Grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese, canned pears, or sandwiches were among their favorites.  On peanut butter and jelly day, I gave them their choice of spreads for their sandwiches.  Of course, one

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September 23rd was my youngest daughter's birthday.  I knew her birthday was on Thursday.  Unfortunately, I didn't know that it actually was Thursday until I glanced at the sonogram screen and saw 9/23/2010.  It's fitting that an internal sonogram would jolt my memory because the only other time I have had to have one of these totally humiliating tests was when I was pregnant with her and she was

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We just received a tremendous blessing from God.  Seventeen years ago, we pioneered a church. After meeting in schools, hotels and even a marital arts academy (the boxing ring came in handy for marital counseling), we rented a building. It suited us okay except that it was leaky, not handicapped accessible, had no parking (we rented parking from the surrounding property owners) and it wasn't

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Warning!  This is a vent or a rant of a righteous nature and it does contain tart sarcasm.  The surgeon general has made no ruling on sarcasm, but I thought I would warn you anyway. First-The Rant! Although I don't find most of the items I'm going to list offensive in some ways, I think that they are totally unnecessary and even damaging on certain levels.  Truly, I did not read any of these. 

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From the sermon "The Laws of Life's Harvest" This sermon was so encouraging to me, I just had to post it. Galations 6:6-10 6The one who is taught the word is to share all good things with the one who teaches him. 7Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this he will also reap.  8For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who

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A few weeks ago I wrote about my mammogram and my colonoscopy.  I confused a few of you because I said that the colonoscopy didn't hurt at all, but yet the day following it, I was in extreme pain.  That is because on the day after the colonoscopy I returned to the doctor's office to get a biopsy.  I am still to this day trying to figure out why they put you to sleep to shoot some air and a camera

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To the love of my life-Happy Valentine's Day! I know cards are not your "cup of tea", but I wanted to tell you how much I love you anyway.   I love you more than standing in a hot shower until all the hot water is gone. I love you more than sleeping in a bed where many layers of blankets are piled on top of flannel sheets, all neat and tidy, and where fluffy pillows are all around my head. I

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I was at a prayer meeting with some ladies and the subject of "fishbowl living" came up. (Just let me say how much I LOVE the ladies in my prayer group!  They are the best!)   Fishbowl living is a term used mostly by Pastor's wives.  It describes the scrutiny they get from congregation members, neighbors, and unfortunately other Pastor's wives.  Some of the ladies asked me (or maybe I just told

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Some people think that life is like shooting craps but it's not!  It's true that we must trust God for our lives, but God didn't plan your life the way we shoot craps.  He didn't mix up a bunch of trials, joys, traits, and appointments in a bag, roll them out into some heavenly corner and pick the best roll out of three.  No, His plans for our lives were deliberate and well thought out.  The

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It's January and the weight loss gurus are in their glory.  As people who over-celebrated and those who made a New Year's resolution to lose weight are deciding what weight loss program they are going to use, magazines, t.v. shows, and the Internet are flooded with information on the best exercise program, the best diet program, what foods to eat, and what foods to avoid.  I pay little attention

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I've reached another milestone in the this journey we call life.  I'm going to become a grandparent!   For the life of me I don't understand why people don't like to think about being a grandparent.  Maybe it's because they have to face the fact that they've lived out a lot of their years already, I don't know.   I only know that I am thrilled and can't wait to get my hands on that little baby! 

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It just CAN'T be the middle of January already.  All the sudden I realized that I haven't blogged in awhile and it was time for my hubby's January valentine.  Sorry I'm late honey!  (Believe me, he's not surprised!) My dearest "E", While thinking of what to write to you this month, two things crossed my mind.  One was that I was writing these for you, but not addressing them to you, so hence,

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I've had place value on the brain lately.  I'm teaching it in my homeschooling adventure.  And since the Lord knows that I am not the greatest multitasker when it comes to cognitive exercise, He used it to teach me a lesson of great value. Luke 1:28-38 And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. And the angel

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I love that sometimes I find a blog written by someone who is actually important that agrees with one of mine.  I hate that they always say it way better than I do! I found this blog just two days after writing yesterday's blog and as usual, he waxed eloquent. A Gift Idea December 10, 2010 by C.J. Mahaney Categories: Encouragement Grace Christmas Speech Christmas provides a

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I have a new pastime.  Funeral crashing.  At least that's what the checkout lady at Sam's Club now thinks.   My husband and I attended a funeral for the husband of one of his co-workers.  My husband officiated the service.  After the funeral, we attended a meal with the family.  On the way home, we stopped at Sam's Club to grab a pizza for the kids because we were stuffed and couldn't eat

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010 MAINTAINING A PRAYER LIFE I must maintain a life of prayer in order to overcome spiritual dryness. Why is it that none of us pray as we should? We know that our burdens can all be lifted when we are shut in with him. The voice of the Holy Spirit keeps calling us to prayer, “Come!” Come to the water that satisfies that soul thirst. Come to the Father, who pities

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Nope!  This is no joke!  I wish it was.  But it's not.  Awhile ago, there was an article in the paper about someone who started a church that met in a bar. The disturbing thing was that the Pastor was not against kicking back a few with the parishioners after the service. It seems to me that we in America have forgotten whose house we are attending. In a lot of churches, I fear that God has

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Here are some lyrics to a song that I wrote for a friend who graduated from a secular university.  Graduation from anything is a pivotol point in one's life and often determines which direction they choose to walk.  As a Christian, this is the direction I choose to walk.  Lord, I give my life To honor You No higher goal Can I pursue Lord I pledge my all To fulfill the call And live a life that

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At the writing of this blog, it's 3 days til Christmas.  The seemingly endless list of things I wish would be done by Christmas is growing instead of shrinking despite the fact that my feet hurt, my back aches and I am hitting the floor running at 6am every morning.  I hate the pressure of Christmas! Instead, I would prefer to spend time with family and friends even if there aren't any cookies

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I happened across this blog and I just wanted to jump up and down on my chair!  This topic is so important!  I just had to post it here! http://www.truewoman.com/?id=1506 If you had to move to a new city and had to start looking for a new church, what would the ‘non-negotiables’ be? I think too many of us have a consumer mindset when it comes to churches. This week, I was trying to fix the

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It's time for another valentine!  I love writing these because I love the subject that I'm writing about!  When thinking of my hubby for this monthly valentine, one word just kept coming to my mind.  Goodness.  No matter how you slice him, dice him, boil him, press him, or test him, all you get is goodness.  His goodness has been a refuge of security and peace for our whole family through all

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It was a beautiful fall day, a great day to be out in the country.  This is our country!  Isn't it beautiful?  Now you know why I love it here! Since I home school daughter #2, it is up to me to get school photos taken every year.   So we headed out to where?  Well, to the country, of course!  Where else can a country girl go to have her photo taken? We started by the water.  The sun was

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Just so you won't be thinking I 'm a great Bible scholar by the end of this blog, I'll let you know right up front that these are notes from a sermon preached by someone who is a great Bible scholar-my hubby.  This was a sermon he preached while preaching a series on "Healing the church."  This little beauty was packed into a sub-series, (or a bunny trail, whichever you choose to call it), on "

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With all this talk of sermon notes, I thought that maybe it would be a good thing to practically discuss how to take notes. There are several ways to take notes.  One is that you get a voice recorder and record the sermon.  Then transfer them to paper later for storage or further study.  Some folks bring their computers or blackberries for notes.   For most of us, we just take notes the old

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It's funny to me that I would actually have two blogs concerning sermon notes, but you know what?  That's really a lot of what the Bible is--sermon notes.  So sermon notes must be important because God took time to make sure that His sermons were recorded in written form.  They are what are life food, strength and growth to us because they are HIS word and they are life. So , why are sermon

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From the very first day that I became a Christian and started to attend church, I was taught to take sermon notes.  No one sat me down and told me to take notes.  I just noticed that very often the people I most respected in the faith were note takers.  So I started to take notes.  For awhile I took them on backs of bulletins and on random pieces of paper. At some point in my Christian walk, I

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The following is a blog post I read just after writing the Prov. 31 post.  It illustrates from scripture perfectly the points I was making.  May it be an encouragement to us all. monday, November 01, 2010 Serving: A Distraction to Listening? (Desiring God Ministries: Jon Bloom) Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good

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I've noticed a trend.  No one reads my hubby's valentines.  Not even my hubby.  LOL!  (He's not computer savvy!  And doesn't want to be.) That's understandable.  I hate it when people brag to me about their families as if there is no other family better than theirs.  A little of that goes a long, long way-especially if at that time things at home are not running as smoothly as I would like.  I

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http://www.girlsgonewise.com/the-superwoman-complex-the-godless-proverbs-31-woman/  (Also included in it's entirety at the bottom of this blog.) The Superwoman Complex- The Godless Proverbs 31 Woman Diane Montgomery November 1, 2010 Comments (0) Superwoman complex: A woman’s desire to be excellent at all her roles (leader, professional, mother, wife, etc.), that often leads to

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In September my youngest daughter had a birthday.  We don't celebrate extravagantly.  We just make sure that the one celebrating feels special. This is the birthday girl.  Birthdays would not be the same without All the siblings being present.  Her sister made sure she was there. Gifts are opened.  Here are some beautiful stones from her Aunt.  Apparently my sister's real name and the word

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As I mentioned in a former post, there are certain things that people give and do for their Pastor that hold exceptional meaning and blessing.  The following is a sentiment written and given to us by a precious family in our church.  These are the kinds of things that make ministry worth all the guff, all the time, all the inconvenience, and all the pain that it can so frequently bring into the

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I don't know how it all got started.  I vaguely remember some years ago on Dr. Dobson's radio program something about taking the month of October to tell your Pastor how much you appreciate him.  Pretty soon, every October, I was seeing blurbs about Pastor's Appreciation month. Of course, Hallmark, who never misses an opportunity to make a buck jumped right on the bandwagon and voila!, it's an

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Here are some wedding day photos for you to enjoy.  It was such a sacred day.  The memory of it still warms our hearts.  The first look photo.  How cute!  This is so them!  Such a classic photo! This is one of my favorites!  For as long as I remember, my daughter always loved to twirl.  This photo of them both twirling together is almost haunting as I remember her as a little

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I've always thought of Christian weddings as a joyous, happy time full of festivity, solemn, holy moments, and family time. I still do. But I've discovered that for some, they are also times of confusing thoughts and feelings. On October 2nd, my oldest daughter walked down the aisle. She was the first of my children to marry. She has always been a fan of elegance, so the church was elegantly

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A few months ago, I added a blog counter to this blog.  Just for curiosity's sake. I found out some very interesting facts: People from every continent in the world read my blog.  Not a lot of people read.  But a lot of different kinds of people read.  I think that's neat!  I like diversity.  I like people.  I like making friends.  I'm a people person. They never leave comments.  I wish they

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I'm on a mission to dispel all the fallacies concerning the battery of tests that 50 year olds are asked to endure.  I've already exposed the myths concerning the mammogram.  Today, we're more to the end of all things-the colonoscopy. The first clue that you are in trouble is when they want to do something to your body that you can hardly pronounce. What is a colonoscopy? Besides being that

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For my hubby, today is payday.  It's also time for his October Valentine, a day late. There are so many reasons that I love my hubby, I really couldn't decide what I wanted to write about first.  Then I saw a minister on t.v. who had written a book on manhood.  As he described what Biblical manhood is, I thought to myself, "he must know my husband."  One thing that he talked about was the

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For the last 69 days, some of my heart has been in Chile.  From the first day that I heard about the 33 miners caught in a landslide until last night when the last of the miners was brought to the surface, my thoughts and prayers were with them and their families.  This incident touched me deeply because in a small way, I have experienced what the families of those miners went through and I

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I truly am taking a break from blogging.  However, since my blog is a kind of electronic journal that my family also reads, I may throw some things on it from time to time.  Since the time of my last posting, life has continued barrelling down the road like a Nascar driver on the autobahn.   Here are some of the things you missed: ~The microwave exploded.~ There were buzzing sounds accompanied

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Scripture instructs husbands to love their wives as "Christ loved the church and gave Himself for it."  That's a pretty tall order!  I know that a lot of emphasis is put on the love that Christ has for us and I believe it, but sometimes when we think about Christ's love for us, we can tend to apply value to our lives where we shouldn't.  Christ doesn't love us because of us.  We were not worth

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After some consideration and prayer concerning a lot of things, I have decided that I am taking a break from the blog. For a little while, I'll leave it up, but at some point in the future, I may take it down altogether. So if you want something off of it, you may want to get it now. If I take it down, I don't know how long it will be down or in what form it may return, or if it will ever return.

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Today is labor day. A holiday, at least for me it is. I rose early to find the fruit of my 4 labors snuggled under blankets, sleeping soundly. For the first time in a few years, they are all living at home. At least for another couple of weeks, I have all four living at home, but for the last time. My oldest will be married soon. I looked around the house. I labored hard in it last week, but

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Now that my obligation to the True Women Movement is done, I had to ask myself, what next? Some bloggers take a lot of time to write their posts and re-write their posts and spell check and grammar check. Not me. I just sling it on there as it comes to my mind. I'm wondering if that's really the best way to do it. I always have been the sort that "is just what I is", no fluff, no fuss, no

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To the homeowner, weeds are a nuisance. They are like eggshells in your omelet or ants in your peanut butter. When present in your yard, they are just annoying. Once you have them, it takes hard work and perseverance to get rid of them. Even in times of drought, when the grass is sinking into the look of deceased dormancy, weeds will still be green and growing strong, making them all the more

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The following blog really ministered to me today.  It's the first day of school in our district and at our house.  Some of my children go to public school, one is home schooled.   It's not easy to send my two, hormone overloaded sons to public school, but for now, it's necessary.  It's not easy for me to home school a special needs child. It's not easy doing Brain Integration Therapies with

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Ah...the last and final chapter, written fittingly by Nancy Lee DeMoss.  In this chapter she issues a call to professing Christian women to join the counter revolution, (a revolution counter to the feminist movement anyway.)  I found it interesting though.  All the things she is calling women of all ages and marital status' to do is to simply return to Godly living.  I understand the call to

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Warning!  If you are the type that has never stepped foot on a dairy farm or had poop on your boots, you might want to wait on the next post!  But sometimes the "base" things in life teach us good lessons. Today I went to the health food store to buy some supplements for my daughter's brain.  There were two women working behind the counter.  Since this was the first time I was at their new

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Fern Nichols wrote perhaps the most encouraging chapter of this book in "Leaving a Lasting Legacy Through Prayer". I have seen what a legacy of prayer passed down through a family can do.  My husband and his brother, both in the ministry, are a result of a legacy of prayer passed down through four generations. My husband's great grandmother, whom we called "Granny", attended a Lutheran church.

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Gisela Yohannan is a woman whom I have never met, but whom I admire.  I would like to meet her some day.   I've always wanted to pick the brain of the wife of a minister who has been successful both in ministry, in raising Godly children, and in maintaining  a life unstained by moral failures.  In Letters to my Sisters, she addresses other women whose husbands are in ministry with timeless,

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God's jewels was written by Joni Eareckson Tada. Well known to most of the Christian world, she needs no introduction. We have all heard the analogies of diamonds in the rough and how the friction caused by buffing and scrubbing turn them into the most desirable of gems. And she, of course, uses the story of her life as a quadriplegic as an example. I appreciated her transparency. In this blog

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Rarely do I hear women commending and complimenting their husbands.  Chat rooms are full of complaining and judging and criticizing, but few are expounding on what is right about their husbands.  (If these men are really that bad, then the women who married them must have been pretty stupid!  I don't think they think about that part much.  I myself don't claim to be smart--either I got lucky or

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Karen Loritts was the author of this very transparent and honest chapter.  I appreciate people who are not ashamed to admit and honestly evaluate the hard times that come to every Christian's life.  Although I cannot say that I have ever dealt with fear in the same way that she described, I am forwarned as I am quickly heading into the empty nest period of my life.  It seems that even with all

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Syndicated radio host Janet Parshall was the author of this chapter where she approached the story of Hannah and Samuel from a mother's persepective. The prayers of a mother seem to have a special power.  Andrew Murray, in "Raising Your Children For God", alluded to this fact.  C.H. Spurgeon did as well in his vast writings.  The Puritan writings are full of admonitions to mothers concerning

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Recently, I attended a week of youth meetings.  It was held at a Charismatic Christian College known for it's missions and ministerial programs.  I've always had high respect for the school, although I haven't always agreed with all their practices.  But I'm a firm believer that there can be some differences in preferences amongst Christians without disruptions of fellowship or unity. This year

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"Sew, Mamma, Sew"  is a blog that I read regularly.  I have found many wonderful tips and ideas on it.  With the economy as it is in my house (6 mouths to feed, a wedding coming up, 3 teenagers in high school this year, and me needing some smaller clothes), well, a serger would just come in real handy. It's funny that just two nights ago, as I hooked up my 28 year old Pfaff sewing machine that

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This is the second week's sermon on wisdom.  Again, very challenging and was certainly fun to listen to.  Sometimes, Pastors are just a bit more relaxed and jovial than others. Sermon Title:  The Wise Rebuke-A Way of Increasing in Wisdom 1)  You must love wisdom.  A wise man will receive rebuke and increase in wisdom.   Prov. 9:7-9-Love wisdom even when it hurts your feelings. Rebuke is a tool

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Our Pastor has started a series on Wisdom from the book of Proverbs.  They have been so life giving, I decided to post them here for anyone who is interested. Sunday Sermon Title:  Proverbs-A Book on How to Live When you live unwise, life is hard.  Proverbs gives us wisdom in:      ~how to talk right      ~relationships      ~timing      ~the consequences and outcomes of correct and incorrect

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If I had to sum up this chapter in one sentence, this is what I would say.  God has created each of to "live" in the time in which we exist, not to "exist" in the time in which we live.  What does it mean to really live?  Does it mean living in the palace, favored by the King, living in the lap of luxury and privilege?  Does it mean having a protective mentality, that when others of our culture

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Of all the chapters of this book, this one had to be my favorite.  I would highly recommend this book, just for this chapter, especially if you were born after 1965.  It was written by Mary Kassian.  Perhaps because it brought back a flood of childhood and young adult memories.  Perhaps because it really put the Women's Movement, and some things of my own life, in an understandable perspective

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Today I will comment on chapter 2, written by Nancy Lee DeMoss.  I can't believe I'm only on Chapter 2.  I had better get busy!  She is basically addressing the issue of the sovereignty of God and our faith in it.  How do we respond in trying conditions?  When life is hell?  When things are just not going as planned, as expected, or as we think they should?  Do we forget that God knows

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I love the 1 Corinthians 13 passage of scripture in the Amplified version. It is such a detailed description of what love practically looks like in everyday life and can be used as a test to compare my life with the life of love that the Bible says God has "shed abroad in my heart" even though I'm not always conscious of it! I often apply that verse when I am tempted to be impatient,

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Been feeling a little guilty about not posting the next chapter's discussion of "Voices of the True Woman Movement-A Call to the Counter-Revolution". But I was in TX for a week and I'm still recovering! I'm recovering my laundry room, which is still quite full of clothes, sheets, towels, and pillow needing washing. I'm recovering my kitchen which is sporting foods I didn't buy or cook and

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I took a trip last week. I helped out a little with driving the youth group to Dallas, TX for a youth camp at Christ For The Nations Institute. We left at 5am on Sunday morning, drove to St. Genevieve, MO, which is right outside St. Louis, for the night. Then left early again on Monday morning and drove to Dallas, arriving around 3pm. On Friday, we repeated the whole process again on Friday,

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