<?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-7654056708427767247</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:34:44.763-06:00</updated><category term='Sunday Psalm'/><category term='New to me'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Christian living'/><category term='Summer vacation'/><category term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Servant of Christ</title><subtitle type='html'>And such confidence we have through Christ toward God. Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God, who also made us adequate as servants of a new covenant, not of the letter, but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life. II Co. 4-8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-1927014868242999994</id><published>2012-01-22T21:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:09:16.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>102 S. Clark -- moved in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_IEhaL_4cU/Txzc1cFKlUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QQ9kSgYJdxM/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_IEhaL_4cU/Txzc1cFKlUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QQ9kSgYJdxM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700674038973240642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcXulAlBB1o/Txzc1YHx7nI/AAAAAAAAAms/F0AhuGdJTyU/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcXulAlBB1o/Txzc1YHx7nI/AAAAAAAAAms/F0AhuGdJTyU/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700674037910466162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzKDA6zbtg0/Txzc1IxcPkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TMFU4LnriXI/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyUPTqcud8A/Txzbsc6pYmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pdLOTeZs8M8/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700672785067106914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Na_MEhK7IZo/TxzbsMEyjcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ok7tzA6Acrw/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Na_MEhK7IZo/TxzbsMEyjcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ok7tzA6Acrw/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700672780546248130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcZkXCmtftE/TxzbrxPTnrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/p_KOKnyPDWE/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcZkXCmtftE/TxzbrxPTnrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/p_KOKnyPDWE/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700672773342600882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIXVVen9G8c/Txzaqs2eb5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/_WrjvIbCesA/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Notice the cabinets Fred made -- on each side of the range. Nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMzbSPDPWy0/Txzap0Xrv0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/eZuOCVTfzfI/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMzbSPDPWy0/Txzap0Xrv0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/eZuOCVTfzfI/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700671640311676738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7654056708427767247-1927014868242999994?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1927014868242999994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1927014868242999994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1927014868242999994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1927014868242999994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2012/01/102-s-clark-moved-in.html' title='102 S. Clark -- moved in'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/-V_IEhaL_4cU/Txzc1cFKlUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QQ9kSgYJdxM/s72-c/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-6314321186771161510</id><published>2011-10-26T16:47:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:33:31.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>102 S. Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3ULPk3ORk/TqiIQfSwHMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qdFId47KwhI/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3ULPk3ORk/TqiIQfSwHMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qdFId47KwhI/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667929947905203394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRaM8Oy2380/TqiIQAEL3NI/AAAAAAAAAfI/J0xQo5W-fYc/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRaM8Oy2380/TqiIQAEL3NI/AAAAAAAAAfI/J0xQo5W-fYc/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667929939522608338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jP78K20GPC4/TqiIPxJyD7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9bSS0vT7YM8/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3Yw00bTzUo/TqiGBnS_Q_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/7-ctUGM-di4/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667927493332386802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTSQMUtQF7E/TqiGBV75KKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9uobLm-z7M/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTSQMUtQF7E/TqiGBV75KKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9uobLm-z7M/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667927488672114850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwUGh0aGzP4/TqiGAwmzKqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/00VbNX62zuo/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwUGh0aGzP4/TqiGAwmzKqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/00VbNX62zuo/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667927478651529890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHluoNMGZBs/TqiGA9oqSWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k-AMh65Nm_0/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHluoNMGZBs/TqiGA9oqSWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k-AMh65Nm_0/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667927482148997474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvCvKipSF1E/TqiCsjy81wI/AAAAAAAAAcA/WMtj0OXCxyA/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvCvKipSF1E/TqiCsjy81wI/AAAAAAAAAcA/WMtj0OXCxyA/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923833080567554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x9gumLVcnw/TqiCsCANwQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cuEgjia0R9o/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0x9gumLVcnw/TqiCsCANwQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cuEgjia0R9o/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923824009396482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4frAdgzxC8/TqiCr5pFZAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/q7BGo4SyhgU/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4frAdgzxC8/TqiCr5pFZAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/q7BGo4SyhgU/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923821764895746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3-Hppb2Keo/TqiCri2MJPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/csi2SF1d_Us/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3-Hppb2Keo/TqiCri2MJPI/AAAAAAAAAbc/csi2SF1d_Us/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923815645848818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGFjF3vZ-fM/TqiCCrHooTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lK61SZEVdr0/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGFjF3vZ-fM/TqiCCrHooTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lK61SZEVdr0/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923113491865906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BimrWurd_0/TqiCCDLkmUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bjXCn3N2Dxg/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BimrWurd_0/TqiCCDLkmUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bjXCn3N2Dxg/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923102770960706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QrP3Dk95yI/TqiCBitBBlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4MrvP3A05YM/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QrP3Dk95yI/TqiCBitBBlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4MrvP3A05YM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923094052865618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z66pp_pW-3Y/TqiCBNjFWbI/AAAAAAAAAas/36ZeyW56yLM/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z66pp_pW-3Y/TqiCBNjFWbI/AAAAAAAAAas/36ZeyW56yLM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923088374061490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLHeLMFPI10/TqiCA4In34I/AAAAAAAAAag/Rle8g7c6uMY/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLHeLMFPI10/TqiCA4In34I/AAAAAAAAAag/Rle8g7c6uMY/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667923082625933186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of M&amp;amp;D's house. I tried to get the order from walking in the front door, through the LR, DR, past the main level bath, to the kitchen, the upstairs. Just a glimpse...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7654056708427767247-6314321186771161510?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6314321186771161510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6314321186771161510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6314321186771161510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6314321186771161510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2011/10/102-s-clark.html' title='102 S. Clark'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/-3a3ULPk3ORk/TqiIQfSwHMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qdFId47KwhI/s72-c/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-4961535156101663624</id><published>2011-10-24T21:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:33:28.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPWNPbStOXc/TqYeIk10AfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XxXdYPMucvs/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5YXjtM85HI/TqYeIQBIfYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EX_ICYynYO0/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B030.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5YXjtM85HI/TqYeIQBIfYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EX_ICYynYO0/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667250308179852674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvDs3u54iDY/TqYeIcI0SeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mOE_MxbUZTA/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goTtGU9xdH4/TqYbhcrK7LI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O809Q6utWj0/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wQ4YqDsT00/TqYZNK34MwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qfnjDzBBXDM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667244895140066050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Ek7QBq1jE/TqYZMe6SW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/bUHsz7WFEO8/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnB8VpNilM/TqYbhStESoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aWI1ZD2mqMQ/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnB8VpNilM/TqYbhStESoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aWI1ZD2mqMQ/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667247439862844034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIn_VeZDhAc/TqYbgluUEPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jYKXEdO0ge8/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIn_VeZDhAc/TqYbgluUEPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jYKXEdO0ge8/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667247427788476658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Ek7QBq1jE/TqYZMe6SW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/bUHsz7WFEO8/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Ek7QBq1jE/TqYZMe6SW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/bUHsz7WFEO8/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667244883339008914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnB8VpNilM/TqYbhStESoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aWI1ZD2mqMQ/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnB8VpNilM/TqYbhStESoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aWI1ZD2mqMQ/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWz-dlM4e6Y/TqYbgvJ86eI/AAAAAAAAAYM/E_1eKK6Cj2o/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWz-dlM4e6Y/TqYbgvJ86eI/AAAAAAAAAYM/E_1eKK6Cj2o/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667247430320318946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2jQrgeI038/TqYbgVc1MaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UbQlgyNXN4U/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2jQrgeI038/TqYbgVc1MaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UbQlgyNXN4U/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667247423420182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77aE03YrbDk/TqYZNkFuqoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/56kJBBHUV0k/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77aE03YrbDk/TqYZNkFuqoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/56kJBBHUV0k/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667244901909047938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these are from August when my folks were visiting. Hard to believe soon they will be right down the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Um02PUIxyAA/TqYZNbERnVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IwDerC-9N7M/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Um02PUIxyAA/TqYZNbERnVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/IwDerC-9N7M/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667244899487030610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wQ4YqDsT00/TqYZNK34MwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qfnjDzBBXDM/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmUDqGWFBgE/TqYZMhZUxwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xWLuufIgYrg/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvDs3u54iDY/TqYeIcI0SeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mOE_MxbUZTA/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667250311433308642" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPWNPbStOXc/TqYeIk10AfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XxXdYPMucvs/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667250313769517554" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-4961535156101663624?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4961535156101663624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4961535156101663624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4961535156101663624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4961535156101663624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2011/10/pics-from-summer.html' title='Pics from summer'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/-K5YXjtM85HI/TqYeIQBIfYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EX_ICYynYO0/s72-c/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-6236150869135877506</id><published>2011-10-15T20:43:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:29:05.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin Boards at Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5WdDNbsEcA/Tpo_7FYzPeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BScUt7yO4tM/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5WdDNbsEcA/Tpo_7FYzPeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BScUt7yO4tM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663909765662850530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-8upn6tERU/Tpo_6y0EqKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Z-R1dqeu1p4/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B054.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-8upn6tERU/Tpo_6y0EqKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Z-R1dqeu1p4/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663909760676964514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDYENv1rbjw/Tpo8RDu3LwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7sZb6Q-N5yU/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKgqeFIwVhY/Tpo7EwYjiHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/L71H_KipsQM/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663904434265229426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7nJ2cVAeJU/Tpo7EqvMBSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CkOnc3SspGk/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7nJ2cVAeJU/Tpo7EqvMBSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CkOnc3SspGk/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663904432749544738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMrmMMU-4cM/Tpo5kv4ssfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R3rZ0DLKdDs/s1600/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMrmMMU-4cM/Tpo5kv4ssfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R3rZ0DLKdDs/s320/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663902784864170482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the years I have changed the bulletin boards at church. For me, this simple space is a place to communicate simple statements about God -- the arena is non-threatening and gives an opportunity to share.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I have now? Nothing much, but definitely better than they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7654056708427767247-6236150869135877506?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6236150869135877506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6236150869135877506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6236150869135877506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6236150869135877506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2011/10/bulletin-boards-at-church.html' title='Bulletin Boards at Church'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/-X5WdDNbsEcA/Tpo_7FYzPeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BScUt7yO4tM/s72-c/Summer%2BFall%2B2011%2BUnload%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-5692578062461996557</id><published>2011-05-29T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:28:16.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To usher or not to usher -- that is the question</title><content type='html'>Several years ago our church membership dwindled such that someone had a great idea (to him or her) -- let's include women on the usher list. When the change was made, I cringed just a bit. Men had always done that job, and that worked fine by me. Maybe some women wanted to be counted as "equal" to men, but for me, that equality was not an issue. God made us -- male and female. OBVIOUSLY -- we are different, so why should I try to do everything a male does, try to think like a male (hahaha) or be like a male. No matter what I might try, God made the difference between male and female obvious at birth. The end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, men can be ushers, and if any woman wants that role -- fine, let her do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the usher list includes my name for the first 2 Sundays in June. Over the last few years with this revised list, I have gotten quite creative in not being "available" those 2 Sundays. I could plan a trip to visit with family -- the easiest is offering to watch grandchildren on Saturday night so parents could go out. Another tactic was offering to preach at neighboring towns -- a particular minister loves when I offer Sundays I am available. One Sunday I even offered to the organist that maybe she wanted a Sunday off -- to which she gladly obliged. One year, I asked a youth in the church if she would fill in for me -- and did so gladly. (Although now that youth is gone with none to fill the gap...) Several years ago, I asked to be taken off the usher list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new list had my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time I knew the list was being created, I asked (by sending my request to an elder that helped with the list, plus the clerk of session). To no avail. My name still appears on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you notice that June starts this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would I do? How do I get out of ushering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever have something that just seems to eat away at you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several months ago I noticed that I was rather edgy. I thought it from negotiating. Well, negotiations were completed, but the feeling in my tummy just stuck. Then I though it was ending the school term. Term finished, and I still had that yuck in my tummy. Then we enjoyed vacation - potentially that could have me a bit edgy with people gathering together from a variety of distances, all of us pulling together for meals and living space, and just being us as a family. Guess what... the pit is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I noticed along the way I didn't want to read the Bible anymore. I would, but that eagerness to read became duty. And picking up God's Word, a light of my life, was not really taking place. I would pray, but something about reading....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at church the "rest of the story" fell into place. I realized that the next Sunday I was to be designated "usher". What would I do? I just wanted to be able to come to worship, enjoy worship like everyone else... but... I would be an usher.... No excuses... Usher....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was I hiding from God? Why did I not want to usher? Why am I willing to do most anything in the church -- except usher? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this morning at church I realized that I don't know WHY. I only know that for me, it is something I am not comfortable doing. My pulling away from God's word was a reaction to not understanding an unwillingness to doing something simple in the church. I felt I must be sinning in some way. I must have my priorities all wrong. I must be very selfish that I can't do something assigned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is my love of the Lord?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I not faithfully serving Him to the fullest that I can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When leaving the choir loft, I asked the fellow behind me if he would be willing to substitute for me as usher. I told him I wasn't asking him to trade -- I was asking that he take my place. I told him I'd still be in church, but that I didn't want to usher. I told him a little of my story (as you see above) -- and he said he would be glad to do that for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he told his wife. And she said, "I have asked that my name be removed from X list here at church, because that is not something I am comfortable with." So... I was not alone in those feelings of not wanting to do something that seems so simple. Others have areas of discomfort also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where does this go? What is the spiritual message in the midst?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a body of Christ as the church. We each have a gift. We are not the same in purpose within the church. Each of us has SOMETHING -- but that does not mean we all must have the same offering. Romans 12:1-21 (selection)  &lt;i&gt;I urge you brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. And be not conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what the will of God is,  that which is good and acceptable and perfect... For just as we have many members in one body and all the members do not have the same function, so we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another.... Be devoted to one another in brotherly love, give preference to one another in honor; not lagging behind in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope, persevering in tribulation, devoted to prayer, contributing to the needs of the saints, practicing hospitality... Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, when your burden is heavy, share with a brother or sister in Christ. Don't care that burden alone. This carrying can become heavy such that the relationship with God suffers. Instead, share -- allowing others to minister in the midst. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galatians 6:2, "Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, for next Sunday, I am not usher. I will simply worship within a congregation, the body of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all things, give thanks. (I Thess. 5:18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-5692578062461996557?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5692578062461996557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=5692578062461996557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5692578062461996557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5692578062461996557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-usher-or-not-to-usher-that-is.html' title='To usher or not to usher -- that is the question'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-8312051723791175260</id><published>2010-12-26T13:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:50:30.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Mother Mary</title><content type='html'>Today in worship young mothers tended their little ones -- whispering in the child's ear, finding toys in the bag, pulling snacks out, holding the hymn book, rocking a babe... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that what Mary did with her son, Jesus? Care, direction, comfort, and gently guiding through an activity or event comes naturally for a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 31 further directs us toward walking righteously as a woman. An excellent wife is a prize to her husband as she maintains a relationship with her husband, remains a good steward, takes physical care of house and household, extends self beyond family, and develops proper attitude and actions in fear of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary's poem, "the Magnificat," gives insight to her journey with God during her time in waiting for the birth of her babe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My soul exalts the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For He has regard for the humble state of His bondslave; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For behold, from this time on all generations will count be blessed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the Mighty One has done great things for me;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And holy is His name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And His mercy is upon generation after generation toward those who fear Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has done mighty deeds with His arm;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has scattered those who were proud in thoughts of their heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has brought down rulers from their thrones,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And exalted those who were humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has filled the hungry with good things;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sent away the rich empty-handed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has given help to Israel His servant,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In remembrance of His mercy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As He spoke to our fathers,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Abraham and his offspring forever. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luke 1:46-55&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mary was not focused on the uncomfortableness of pregnancy, but on the majesty of the Lord. Her heart was toward giving praise for His mercies to His people and provision to those in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The path does get tiring with little ones pulling a mom in many different directions. A mom might want an escape from the noise and chaos that seems to overwhelm the atmosphere of the "Christian house". Having a moment to self might seem impossible. The reward comes at a later time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, the children are grown and have children of their own. The reward for all the stress and tiredness from the past is in the present. I look and see my son and his family and daughter and her family serving the Lord. Jesus Christ as God's Son, Savior of all, has been passed to new generations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did Mary have a clue that her son, Jesus, would one day pass a new message to new generations? Did she know that Jesus, Son of God, came to earth that all might come to know Him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did Mary also have hindsight that left her past with a reward coming at a later time? Between the past and the future lay faith in her God - she clung to love, His mercies, and exaltation to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you cling to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7654056708427767247-8312051723791175260?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8312051723791175260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8312051723791175260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8312051723791175260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8312051723791175260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2010/12/mother-mary.html' title='Mother Mary'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-6785799258406754308</id><published>2010-11-21T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:15:36.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Col: 1:16-17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I loved this reading from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lectionary&lt;/span&gt; at worship this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May you be made strong will all the strength that comes from His glorious power, and may you be prepared to endure everything with patience, while joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has enabled you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Col. 1:11-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How often do I think something should be completed or solved RIGHT NOW? This spoke to my heart again the reminder to "Be still and know that I am God." (Ps. 46:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-6785799258406754308?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6785799258406754308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6785799258406754308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6785799258406754308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6785799258406754308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2010/11/col-116-17.html' title='Col: 1:16-17'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-5756309482549220060</id><published>2010-09-08T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:58:40.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Hymn: You are before me, Lord</title><content type='html'>This hymn words are based from Psalm 139. I love the tune as well  -- for me it is a prayer to Our Lord.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: this work is under copyright, so cannot be taken from here and sold. Used from The Presbyterian Hymnal -- #248.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are before me, Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are before me, Lord, You are behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And over me You have spread out Your hand;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too high to grasp, to great to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then from Your Spirit where, Lord, shall I go; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from Your presence where, Lord, shall I fly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ascend to heaven You are there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and still are with me if in hell I lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should take my flight into the dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should dwell on ocean's farthest shore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mighty hand will rest upon me still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Your right hand will guard me evermore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should say, "Let darkness cover me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall hide within the veil of night,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely the darkness is not dark to You;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night is as the day, the darkness light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Search me, O God, search me and know my heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try me, O God, my mind and spirit try;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep me from any path that gives You pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lead me in the everlasting way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-5756309482549220060?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5756309482549220060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=5756309482549220060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5756309482549220060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5756309482549220060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2010/09/hymn-you-are-before-me-lord.html' title='Hymn: You are before me, Lord'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1759721327982332877</id><published>2010-04-30T06:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:05:56.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Poem from God: My Child</title><content type='html'>My Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the original at &lt;a href="http://www.fathersloveletter.com/video.html"&gt;http://www.fathersloveletter.com/video.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in My image. Genesis 1:27&lt;br /&gt;In Me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;For you are My offspring. Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;I knew you before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, all your days are written in My book. Psalm 139:15-16&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. Acts 17:26&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb. Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don't know Me. John 8:41-44&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry, but the complete expression of love. 1 John 4:16&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. 1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child and I am your father. 1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. Matthew 7:11&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father. Matthew 5:48&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from My hand. James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. Matthew 6:31-33&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love. Jeremiah 31:3&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you are countless as the sand on the seashore. Ps 139:17-18&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. Jeremiah 32:40&lt;br /&gt;For you are My treasured possession. Exodus 19:5&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you with all My heart and all My soul. Jeremiah 32:41&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things. Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find Me. Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires. Philippians 2:13&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. Ephesians 3:20&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager. 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. Psalm 34:18&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to My heart. Isaiah 40:11&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth. Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father and I love you even as I love My son, Jesus. John 17:23&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, My love for you is revealed. John 17:26&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of My being. Hebrews 1:3&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. Romans 8:31&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of My love for you. 1 John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love. Romans 8:31-32&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of My son Jesus, you receive Me. 1 John 2:23&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you from My love again. Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen. Luke 15:7&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father, and will always be Father. Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;br /&gt;My question is - Will you be my child? John 1:12-13&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you. Luke 15:11-32&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Dad, Almighty God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1759721327982332877?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1759721327982332877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1759721327982332877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1759721327982332877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1759721327982332877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-from-god-my-child.html' title='Poem from God: My Child'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1883524435956180518</id><published>2009-12-31T19:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:34:53.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of the year 2009. Where has it gone? What did I enjoy? What would I avoid for future years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture from Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 comes to mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven --&lt;br /&gt;A time to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up.&lt;br /&gt;A time to week, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones.&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.&lt;br /&gt;A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak.&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate; A time to war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What profit is there to the worker from that in which he toils?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1883524435956180518?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1883524435956180518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1883524435956180518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1883524435956180518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1883524435956180518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-7118638157924871491</id><published>2009-12-15T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:57:03.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say, "no"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I praise God for His mercy, His love, His giving me strength when I felt like quitting. Whew... The semester is almost finished. I love my job, don't get me wrong. But this semester was a challenge from the beginning. To best meet the needs of students, I couldn't let any of the classes on the schedule get canceled even though we did not have an instructor for one. So... I took that additional class section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I had too many hours, so I spent every waking minute checking discussion boards (for two online courses), grading papers, responding to students, preparing for class, plus taking care of other duties that come with the territory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So what good came from this stressful semester?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I have now added a new word to my vocabulary. It's not a very long word, but it has much meaning. You probably already know just from reading the little to this silly blog posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes we must step back and realize that the best thing I can do is NOT do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes we just need to stop the rat-race and review what does God want? How can He use me? What direction does He have for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought of the scripture, "Be still and know that I am God." (Ps. 43:10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah... be still.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Psalm 43:1-3, 7-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we will not fear, although the earth should change, and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;Thou its water roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our stronghold.&lt;br /&gt;Come, behold the works of the Lord, who has wrought desolations in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;He makes wars to cease to the end of the earth; He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two; He burns the chariots with fir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our stonghold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And for me to be still, maybe I do need to just say, "no".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&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/7654056708427767247-7118638157924871491?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7118638157924871491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=7118638157924871491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7118638157924871491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7118638157924871491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-say-no.html' title='Just say, &quot;no&quot;'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-6873475383728008159</id><published>2009-12-13T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:28:11.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Thankgiving - even in December</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This evening thoughts flooded my brain (yep, that doesn't happen often, does it...) On this weekend of enjoying grandkids -- overwhelmed by the activity level a billion times above our normal around here -- joy in the wonder of small things they enjoy or find amusing -- the beauty of their smiles at us or each other -- the awe of their affection toward one another, life goes on in reality. The innocence of a child hushed with the death of a person at the other end of life's spectrum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This lady found a few months ago that she was actually quite ill. Her husband had gone through many tests and diagnosis for his maladies, but it was her quietly supporting him in the background that had much more serious threats to her survival. And just Saturday she went  to her eternal  home with our Lord and Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Why I am thankful? That perfect celebration the fourth Thursday in November has come and gone. Why am I focusing on thanksgiving rather than the birth of Jesus -- King of kings and Lord or lords - -the Messiah?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am thankful because of Jesus coming as a babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As I watched Eli and Hannah these past few days, I saw the love that can be shared - not only from adults to children, but from children back to the adults and from child to child. I saw also the natural, human element of sin -- not only in the children as they fought over a toy (or knob on the kitchen cabinets), but also my sin as I responded not always as I knew I ought or wanted. God came to earth as one of us -- taking on the human nature, but rising above the sinful nature and bridging the gap that sin causes between man and God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Baby Jesus matured into the man that healed the sick, taught multitudes, shared God's love to outcasts, and ultimately died on the cross for each one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This bridge between God and man, in the form of Jesus Christ, makes me thankful. As my friend died of cancer, I knew that her final destiny was not the box in the ground after a short period of struggling with strength for her daily tasks, but to eternal life worshiping God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From the beginning to the end -- alpha and omega -- God is God above all. His love abounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For His love, I am thankful. For our time here on earth and His giving us grace and strength, I am thankful. For His calling us back to Him when our time here on earth if finished, I am thankful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;All this brought forth by the baby Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am thankful - -even in December.&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/7654056708427767247-6873475383728008159?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6873475383728008159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6873475383728008159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6873475383728008159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6873475383728008159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankgiving-even-in-december.html' title='Thankgiving - even in December'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-4621401887699351416</id><published>2009-12-09T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:14:15.859-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Christmas and the Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Christmas story brings pictures of a field, donkey, village filled with people, a barn, hay, Mary and Joseph, and the baby Jesus. Gathered around are shepherds with animals peering at a new born babe. Rumor had this child as a new born king -- even the stars in the heavens guided seekers to the wondrous sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels promised Mary, "He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High.... He will reign over the house of Jacob forever; His kingdom will never end." When Mary questioned how this news could possibly come to pass, the angel assured her, "So the holy one will be called the Son of God... For nothing is impossible with God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Christmas carols bring forth words recognizing Jesus as more than just an ordinary baby boy, born in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers ring out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come, Thou long expected Jesus, born to set Thy people free.... By Thine all sufficient merit raise us to Thy glorious throne." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers ring out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hark! The herald angels sing, 'Glory to the newborn King. Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!' Joyful, all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies; with the angelic host proclaim, 'Christ is born in Bethlehem!' Hark! The herald angels sing, 'Glory to the newborn King!'". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers ring out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On this day earth shall ring with the song children sing to the Lord, Christ our King, born on earth to save us; Him the Father gave us. Ideo-o-o.... gloria in excelsis Deo! On this day angels sing; with their song earth shall ring. Praising Christ, heaven's King, born on earth to save us; Peace and love He gave us. Ideo-o-o... gloria in excelsis Deo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Preparing to lead worship one of the Sundays of Christmas, one of the suggested scripture readings is Philippians 2:5-13. These verses struck me hard in the midst of this celebration of a baby, for the message was not of the innocence of a child, but the ultimate giving for each one of us. These verses state, "(Jesus) emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.Therefore, also God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow of those who are in heaven, and on earth, and under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The story is not only about Jesus as a baby, God taking human form, but about Jesus dying for us as the interaction between God and man because we are loved. Through His birth as human and his dying to save, each is claimed as God's own. As the angel announced to Mary at the beginning of Jesus' life within her, with a message that carries forever, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For nothing is impossible with God." &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/7654056708427767247-4621401887699351416?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4621401887699351416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4621401887699351416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4621401887699351416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4621401887699351416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-and-cross.html' title='Christmas and the Cross'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-446531555515688928</id><published>2009-10-20T19:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:03:24.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Not the owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Note: All quotations are from "Shaken Not Shattered" by Matthew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hagee&lt;/span&gt;, published by Charisma House, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Kansas City for a conference I found myself searching TV early on Sunday morning for a glimpse of worship. Our daily session had a starting time of 8:00 sharp, so visiting a church for Sunday morning worship was not an option. As a possible alternative, I stood with remote in hand cruising the options for worship with doubts of success. Fortunately, I landed on a sermon by Matthew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hagee&lt;/span&gt;. The message was clear and energized me for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic was "Shaken Not Shattered" with a clear message that no matter what trials and tribulations we experience, God is still God. He is Unshakable. He is Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I purchase his book that expounds that sermon. Although I am not finished with it, I already see areas that need my repentance, forgiveness, and humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point is that priorities need to be kept straight. God is in control and when I try to do things my way, taking charge of all areas of my life, I shift Him out of the picture and put myself in the driver seat. "In truth, the more we try to take over our lives, the more totally out of control we become on every level... However, no matter how much power and influence you possess, you will always serve in the capacity of &lt;em&gt;management&lt;/em&gt; and not in &lt;em&gt;ownership&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, "God is not here to fit into our busy lives and exist only when and where it is convenient for us. Remember the first commandment? 'Thou shall have no other gods before Me.' That means that in order for the King of kings to rule in our lives, our personal desires have to be dethroned.... You and I are here to function on His schedule for His glory and to pursue His purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I scramble this semester with many hours of prep, grading papers, and responding to students too often I have left out studying His word, praying, or singing songs with rejoicing. He had been sent to the back burner as my efforts focused on just keeping up with the daily requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I asked for His help and blessing on my time? Had I set aside that one more check to my online classes to spend some time in His Word or say a prayer or listen for His voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Him in control.... I'm not the owner, He is. All that I have is His...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, help me to be humble, recognizing you as Maker, Unshakable, Almighty. As I try to take control and be strong in ways that take my focus off of You, help me to see my selfishness. Help me to remember that I am not the owner, but simply the manager that needs directives through prayer to carry out Your plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work humility, gentleness, kindness, and self-sacrifice into my daily walk with you. Forgive me for finding other things more important in my time to the point of leaving you out of regular study and devotion. Help me to serve You and put no other gods above you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for messengers along the way to remind me of Your ways. Thank you for brothers and sisters in Christ to help guide and encourage. Help me give all that I have back to You -- time, talents, skills, love, money, spaces... all oh, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name... Amen....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-446531555515688928?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/446531555515688928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=446531555515688928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/446531555515688928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/446531555515688928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-owner.html' title='Not the owner'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-265695768712323971</id><published>2009-10-04T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:08:31.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is 100% enough?</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago I preached at two neighboring churches to enable to the pastor to have some time off from the pulpit. In preparation I typically explore many different avenues for God's possible message, exploring the assigned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lectionary&lt;/span&gt; scriptures for details or new meaning, searching for reminders of His work or path for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second week as worship leader brought me to studying and searching with limited time. The harder I tried to go beyond my original inkling of a message resulted in new meetings, conflicts and challenges added within the calendar. Although I prepared the service and lead with confidence, my heart was heavy driving from one church to the next. I had not taken opportunity to dive into the Word and explore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of meaning. Instead, I had merely pulled together the service and message that I felt appropriate -- and then called it good. But that 30 minute drive between churches made me doubt what I really had given to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the congregation members hear a message from their God and Savior? Would the people hear a message directly to the individual and pressing them toward life in Christ? Would my words be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;The question kept looming over me... Would my words be enough? And then a voice whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice spoke clearly that the work that I offer is not my own. The work that I do is God's work. He uses my voice. He uses my hands. He uses my feet. The work is God's work -- He is the One that speaks to the heart of those listening. He is the One that draws others to Him. He is God. It is not my words that make a flick of a difference to any that are there. It is God's speaking and breathing life into those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of several scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil 2:13 ... for it is God who is at work in you, both to will and to work for His good pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is working with us -- we are but clay for Him to mold and shape after His will. He can use what I offer, but it is not MY working -- but HIS working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb. 13:20 Now the God of peace who brought up from the dead for the great Shepherd of the sheep though the blood of the eternal covenant, even Jesus our Lord, equip you in every good thing to do His will, working in us that which is pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be the glory forever and ever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;God is the one who does the work -- using me as a vessel for His service. He is working... for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;My questions as I drove kept coming back to giving 100%. I felt that with the resources that I have, I had given Him 100%. I had given Him all the possible time that I had to give. I had given all the possible studying and all possible devotion. Why did I feel that one should give more time, more devotion, more studying, more of myself for Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit. I wanted to give Him more. I wanted to study more. I wanted to search more. But time just simply did not allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given Him 100%. Was it enough???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the still voice, I heard, "100% is enough." It is not what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; does, anyway. It is what &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; does with those small offerings of words, prayers, etc, that makes the difference to any one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow gave what she could, and her story is recorded for us all to learn a lesson. (Mark 12:41-44) Give what you can and the Lord blesses it for His use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow God that opportunity to use what we offer. With His grace, stand confident that what is offered He can use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can take my 100% and make it work something valuable -- if I allow that. Offer what I have to Him, and ask Him within His mercy to use it as He wills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-265695768712323971?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/265695768712323971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=265695768712323971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/265695768712323971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/265695768712323971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-100-enough.html' title='Is 100% enough?'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-6982584645846271785</id><published>2009-07-19T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:50:35.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Thank you, Lord!</title><content type='html'>Today I  played the piano at church again. In my final prep, I asked the Lord to call my nerves and help the adrenline not to flow such that I shake. When I prayed in the middle of the service last time, His hand obviously calmed me. Again, I lifted the prayer and His calming hand took charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song based on I Peter 5:7: "Cast all your care on Him, for He careth for you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God! I give testimony of a living, active and loving God! Thank you for calming my hands and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the music and my life be an offering to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-6982584645846271785?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6982584645846271785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6982584645846271785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6982584645846271785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6982584645846271785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you, Lord!'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-4331112423751082225</id><published>2009-07-14T00:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:19:18.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband encouragement challenge</title><content type='html'>This concept is a new one for me -- "husband &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; challenge." I did a little with it several years ago, but my &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;My daughter &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://pdb.homelinux.net/~holly/"&gt;my daughter-in-law &lt;/a&gt;have been faithfully including ways to honor their husbands. Their joy spills out as they share something special they have done, thought, or prayed for their mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was grocery shopping, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; popped on for me. What could &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; do to honor my husband -- to participate in encouraging my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is at a conference right now, scheduled to return home on Wednesday. My Wednesday, however, is packed with meetings in the afternoon and early evening... So what could I do special to welcome him home?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what about dinner for him -- in the fridge such that he can eat it cold (you know, a salad or something) or warm it up? How about German potato salad with sausage...? Maybe add a lettuce salad with sliced tomato from the garden... And for dessert cherry fruit pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I found as a result of taking the challenge (again)? I found that I was excited about showing someone love. I was excited about focusing on someone or something other than myself. I was excited to think of other things that might show Hubby he is valuable to me.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;The best closing to this post would be scripture that ties my actions back to what we are instructed to do or in showing God's love by serving others. But it is late and I'm tired and I don't have a scripture to share. Any thoughts????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-4331112423751082225?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4331112423751082225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4331112423751082225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4331112423751082225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4331112423751082225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/07/husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='Husband encouragement challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-8879013900455502909</id><published>2009-07-10T08:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:09:03.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Psalms Part 2</title><content type='html'>The Psalms offer a variety of uplifting praise and yet invoke emotions of torment, sorrow, or frustration. In this study of the Psalms one of the first points for theology brought out in &lt;em&gt;The New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Interpreter's&lt;/span&gt; Bible - Volume IV&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abingdon&lt;/span&gt; Press) is found in the first word in Psalm 1:1. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt; uses "blessed" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NRSV&lt;/span&gt; uses "happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness can come through a variety of experiences and situations. We sing "Happy birthday to you.... " wishing a person well on the date of their coming into the world. The Psalms, though, clarify that the happiness is from placing our focus on God. "The 'happy' are those who constantly delight in God's 'instruction'. In short, happiness derives from the complete orientation of life to God, including perpetual openness to God's instruction." (NIB, page 666)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study continues that happiness is tied to taking "refuge" in God. "In short, happiness derives from living in complete dependence upon God rather than upon self." To take refuge, we must "trust".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grounds for trust include God's power and strength (Ex. 14:31, II Ti. 1:12), His unfailing love (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 13:5), and salvation that He offers. We respond to what He has done through praise and worship, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; in faith, and holding to His promises. The end results for us show in peace, security, protection from danger, freedom from fear, prosperity, strength, and physical life. (&lt;em&gt;Zondervan&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to refuge, the definition given in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zondervan&lt;/span&gt; Dictionary of Bible Themes&lt;/em&gt; states, "A safe retreat; a place of healing and renewal; also a stronghold from which to launch a counter-attack." God is indeed our true refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus tells his followers, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they shall never perish; and no one shall snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand." (John 10:27-29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That message continues to the churches as the apostle Paul declares, "... If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?.... For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;principalities&lt;/span&gt;, nor things present, nor things to come, nor power, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:31-32, 38-39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we put our trust in Him, our happiness is filled up. Not with things of this earth, but in knowledge of a God bigger than anything here. The apostle Paul encourages us, "Rejoice in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;Lord always; again I will say rejoice! ... The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;supplication&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which passes all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt; shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.... whatever is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let you mind dwell on these things. " (Phil. 4:4, 6-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalms are encouraging each of us to turn our hearts to the Lord, taking refuge in Him and trusting Him. And we shall know happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8879013900455502909?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8879013900455502909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8879013900455502909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8879013900455502909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8879013900455502909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/07/psalms-part-2.html' title='Psalms Part 2'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-8267170843582077934</id><published>2009-07-09T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:42:44.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Have a cup of tea</title><content type='html'>I love tea. For many years I have enjoyed a cup most every day. In the south, iced tea is served “sweetened” with just the right amount of sugar to keep a person sipping for hours. Some places add a slice of lemon to add to the flavors and refreshment. Other places serve tea with crumpets or scones to offer an afternoon tea-break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking in the grocery store for tea to replenish the shelf, I noted the varieties available. One can get just “tea” – you know, that orange pekoe blend that is what I first think about with tea. In today’s world, that “orange pekoe” can now be decaffeinated to or go with the “Cold Brew” option available both as a single cup or family size. If you want a flavored tea, the options continue to grow. How about honey vanilla chamomile, earl grey, darjeeling or a variety of herb teas like raspberry, orange and spice, or perfect peach? Then we can go to various colors: green tea, white tea, or black tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the “tea” is selected, one can then decide for cream and / or sugar, or one of the many options in the dairy case for an extra within the cream – like French vanilla, amaretto, or hazelnut.I’m not a connoisseur of tea. Believe me, if I were taste-testing I wouldn’t be able to tell which flavor or type of tea is in my cup. But I have learned something about myself related to tea. The preference for tea with milk and sugar is definitely higher than just plain tea. On a cold day I prefer hot day, and on a hot day I prefer cold tea (with sugar like found in the south.) Then it came to preference for cream rather than milk and of course adding sugar was great too. Then I preferred French vanilla over cream and definitely over milk. Then I had to have 2 cups, not just 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple cup of tea could become a cup of sin for me. How- you ask? By letting my thoughts and desires escalate to what I want. For me, that simple cup of tea was not just simple – like turning on the tap for cool water. I found myself thinking of which flavor or addition or hot / cold or which cup to serve myself that silly cup of tea. It wasn’t just a simple cup of tea anymore, but a progression of wanting something more than what I had been having before. How could I make that cup of tea better? Doing things better is fine. I am an educator with goal of helping others learn so that they have something more than they had before. But… that “more” can become an obsession that does not allow satisfaction in the simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home from Omaha after a wonderful vacation in Denver with family, I heard a message by Jack Graham on the local radio station. He started his message with “We all worship something. Who or what is your God?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what came to mind for me? That silly cup of tea… For each of us serving Christ, the god that directs us away from worshipping the Most High alone might be something small that just gets bigger and bigger within our thoughts and desires. Of course, I don’t fall down and worship tea – it does not sit on a table and I bow before it. But the thoughts and desires can turn to fleshly desires such that we cross the line of OK to sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Graham points out that idolatry is a serious sin with serious consequences – so if we practice idolatry in any form with our hearts, hands and mind there are severe repercussions. Rather than turning away from anything that takes too much of our attentions, we often change our view of God. He said, “We want a God that will tolerate our excesses and our lifestyles as we choose.” [True Worship, Sunday June 14, 2009 found at &lt;a href="http://www.lightsource.com/ministry/powerpoint_with_jack_graham/20090614/"&gt;http://www.lightsource.com/ministry/powerpoint_with_jack_graham/20090614/&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excesses…. That word hit me…. How often am I not a content person with what I DO have? I want something more… something better… or simply something different. Again, I do think progress moves us on from one place to another. But what about the exclusivity of Christ and Biblical standards that are given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ calls us to a life not of personal fulfillment, but a life of self-denial, a life of service to Him. Jesus said, “If anyone wishes to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. “ (Matthew 16:24)Jesus tells his disciples in relation to seeking treasures, “For this reason I say to you, do not be anxious for your life, as to what you shall eat; nor for your body, as to what you shall put on. For life is more than food, and the body than clothing…. And do not seek what you shall eat, and what you shall drink, and do not keep worrying… But seek His kingdom, and these things shall be added to you… For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” (Luke 12:22-34 selections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Graham said, “We ultimately become what we worship. If we are dedicated to food, we will become gluttons. If we are dedicated to drink we will become drunkards… If we are dedicated to self and personal fulfillment we will neglect the compassion and love for Christ...” We ought to have a life of service, commitment, and devotion and worship and love and sacrifice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is God? He is the Lord above. All are directed to “have no other gods before me….” (Exodus 20:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watch within your own life to what starts as OK, but then becomes bigger and bigger such that the fine line is crossed. The “self-desire’ becomes too big and our “serving Him” becomes smaller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8267170843582077934?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8267170843582077934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8267170843582077934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8267170843582077934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8267170843582077934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-cup-of-tea.html' title='Have a cup of tea'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1727606818937327308</id><published>2009-06-20T10:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:13:44.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>David the blogger - Psalms Part I</title><content type='html'>For the past several years I have been reading through the Bible using a list of each book and recommended readings for the day. The list was designed to read the Bible in 1 year. Okay... I just admitted that I have been working on this for several years... And one book that I have read in the past, but not within the "list" was Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I read the Psalms -- for whatever reason I could identify with the author's anguish, love, hate, etc that flowed through the words. Over the years I have heard a reading from Psalms at worship on Sunday morning (each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lectionary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passage&lt;/span&gt; includes a Psalm -- so with 150 of them, and 52 weeks in a year, every third year we start over again) and at funerals (with the 23rd Psalm at 99% of them) and the words set to a variety of melodies for hymns or "Christian" songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I put Psalms at the top of the Bible reading list and set off through those familiar expressions of praise and anguish. But the other night it occurred to me -- maybe I should try a different approach. Rather than just reading the words, look to further messages. What can I learn about God or my approach to Him in the midst of the written words? What response does He desire back from me in my devotion of service to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day of wandering, I ran across a book, "The Bible" within "the Smart Guide to the Bible series". This was a really cheap book in a store that I did not anticipate selling anything religious. I bought the book because it was so cheap, I wanted to let the store know that I support their carrying Christian material, and in just 2 pages I learned something. One thing was the list classified as "expressions of emotion" -- that very thing thing that drew me as a youngster to reading Psalms. The emotions listed were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anger at others (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 7, 36)&lt;br /&gt;2. Guilt over sins (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 32, 51)&lt;br /&gt;3. Anxiety or fear (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 23, 64)&lt;br /&gt;4. Discouragement (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 42, 107)&lt;br /&gt;5. Joy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 33, 98)&lt;br /&gt;6.Loneliness (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 25, 91)&lt;br /&gt;7. Stress (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 31, 89)&lt;br /&gt;8. Troubled (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 10, 126)&lt;br /&gt;9. Weakness (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 62, 102)&lt;br /&gt;10. Envy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 16, 73)&lt;br /&gt;(p. 77)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another list was the "What's to Talk About?"&lt;br /&gt;Themes, confession of sins, consideration of right choices, anticipation of Christ, call on God to judge, complain to God, thanks for deliverance, and praise for God himself. (p. 77)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of David as a blogger popped in my head. He was just rambling at whatever came into his mind about God -- they caught on and now there is a book of those random thoughts presented in the Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY -- not a hard book to read... Should be much easier than some of the other choices still on my "to-do" list for successfully reading the entire Bible. (I still have all the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pentateuch&lt;/span&gt;" books left... although Genesis is almost complete.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I picked up &lt;em&gt;The NIV Study Bible&lt;/em&gt; expecting just a few short paragraphs telling of the Psalms. Instead, I found pages written and some of the information changed my thinking of "David as a blogger". Here are some exerpts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Psalter served as a the prayer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;book (book of prayer, praise and religious instruction)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm Types&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(numbering added for emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Prayers of the individual (Ps. 3; 7-8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Praise from the individual for God's saving help (Ps. 30; 34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Prayers of the community (Ps. 12; 44; 79)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Praise from the community (Ps. 66; 75)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. Confessions of confidence in the Lord (Ps. 11; 16; 52)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Hymns in praise of God's majesty and virtues (ps. 8; 19; 29; 65)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. Hymns of celebrating God's universal reign (Ps. 47; 93-97)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. Songs of Zion, city of God (Ps. 46; 48; 76; 84; 112; 126; 129; 137)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. Royal psalms - by, for or concerning the king, the Lord's annointed (Ps. 2; 18; 20; 45; 72; 89; 110)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10 Pilgrimate psalms (Ps. 120-124)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;11. Litergical songs (Ps. 15; 24; 68)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12. Didactic (instructional) songs (Ps. 1; 34; 37; 73; 112; 119; 128; 133)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalter is for the most part a book of prayer and praise. It speaks to God in prayer and it speaks of God in praise -- also in professions of faith and trust... The Psalter is not a catechism of doctrine. Its "theology" is therefore not abstract or systematic but confessional and doxological."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the core of the theology of the Psalter is the conviction that the gravitational center of life (of right human understanding, trust, hope, service, morality, adoration),but also history of the whole creation (heaven and earth) is God (&lt;/em&gt;YAHWEH&lt;em&gt;, "The Lord). He is the Great King over all, the One to whom all things are subject. He created all things and preserves them; they are the robe of glory with which he has clothed himself. Because he ordered them, they have a well-defined and true identity (no chaos there). Because he maintains them, they are sustained and kept secure from disruption, confusion or annihilation. Because he alone is sovereign God, they are govered by one hand and held in the service of one divine purpose. Under God creation is a cosmos -- an orderly and systematic whole. What we distingguish as "nature" and history had for them one Lord, under whose rule all things worked together. Through the creation the Great King's majestic glory is displayed. He is good (wise, righteous, faithful, amazingly benevolent and merciful -- evoking trust), and he is great (his knowledge, thoughts and works are beyond human comprehension -- evoking reverent awe). By his good and lordly rule he is shown to be the Holy One."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I can honestly say that I never imagined so much depth to the Psalms. The concept of David (or other authors) as simply bloggers jotting down their thoughts has come to a screeching halt. Instead, I am filled with wonder at learning more to the words and meaning shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1727606818937327308?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1727606818937327308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1727606818937327308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1727606818937327308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1727606818937327308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/06/david-blogger-psalms-part-i.html' title='David the blogger - Psalms Part I'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-9158649383837982199</id><published>2009-06-13T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:11:13.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SjQsZSq6VeI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tnp22b826U0/s1600-h/Thankful+Thursday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346947470615795170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SjQsZSq6VeI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tnp22b826U0/s320/Thankful+Thursday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Ok, it isn't Thursday, but I'm still thankful. Actually, I have been thinking of what am I thankful for -- that I could include something here no the board. Here goes.... I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) No train at railroad tracks&lt;/strong&gt;. On average, a train passes through town 1 every 15 minutes. Typically, there is one that gives everyone the opportunity to stop -- especially when running late... I was running late, so I figured I'd be stuck there for at least 5 minutes. No stop... I was on time for an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Glasses /contacts.&lt;/strong&gt; With that resource I can see like a normal person. I recognize that being able to see 20 / 20 with visual correction does not necessarily make ME normal... But at least I can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Internet / web connection.&lt;/strong&gt; Through this wonderful mode of communication I can "chat" with family and friends, teach courses from the comfort of my recliner, and search for answers to questions. Communication is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Sewing machine, fabric, and patterns.&lt;/strong&gt; I love to sew and am thankful that in 1979 (give or take a year) I was given a sewing machine.  It was not a new machine, but pretty close. It is not any newer now, but it still works just fine. This summer I have actually done a few fun things without a time pressure. And, now I am in love with sewing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Slight breeze, sunshine, flowers, trees, birds, and bunny rabbits.&lt;/strong&gt; Quite a list of beautiful things outside, and more could have been added, but I picked the first 6 that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Rocking chairs and swings. &lt;/strong&gt;Just sitting and rocking -- slowly moving back and forth can make time seem to stand still. That unhurried atmosphere that encourages simplicity is welcome when classes and committees and activities require thought and planning and coordination of efforts. But rocking does not require thinking or planning, but can simply be enjoyed for a moment or an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Answer to prayer... &lt;/strong&gt;Last Sunday I substituted for Connie at church and had my usual shaking like a leaf for the prelude and first hymn. This is typical, but believe me not the preferred for me or anyone close enough to see me. Our prayer of confession was, "Triune God, you dance among us in joy, inviting us into the mystery that you are. Yet we want understanding; we want answers. Forgive our thickness. Encircle us in your oneness, and teach us to trust you with abandon, as we invite others to join the dance; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." I thought of the Lord and that phrase "encircle us in your oneness..." And I prayed again. "Lord encircle me with your oneness that my hands would be still and my heart calm as I lift my music and heart before you."&lt;br /&gt;And my hands were still. I played without any further shaking, and my heart was filled with joy as I knew the reality of God with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Connie is back for this Sunday. But now I know without a shadow of a doubt that God can do miracles -- even within and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-9158649383837982199?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/9158649383837982199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=9158649383837982199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/9158649383837982199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/9158649383837982199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/SjQsZSq6VeI/AAAAAAAAASc/Tnp22b826U0/s72-c/Thankful+Thursday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-8797968143114898421</id><published>2009-05-05T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:32:50.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a dancer</title><content type='html'>Last night watching "Dance with the Stars" I realized that I am not a dancer. How did I figure that out? Well, you see, I just got my hair cut. Not short (well, OK, maybe short), but it is definitely not long and flowing such that when I move around the room in time with the music it flips easily from side to side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nope, not a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can't do those lovely graceful steps or light and bouncy around the room either, but that is another story in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just leave it that I am not a dancer, because my hair is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what am I then? What label can I put on myself that would be a drawing card for conversation or for others to have something to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I want people to say? That I am a great mom? Great teacher? Wonderful listener? Quickly offers helping hands? Cheerful? Beautiful? (hahaha -- enough with what I MIGHT be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at qualities or elements that are important to me, I realize that the one thing I hope people see is that I love God... And that I follow Him... And serve Him... That my life is not about me... But Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace, may I each day live such that others might see Him working in me. The church at Colossae was encouraged to "be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so that you may walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, to please Him in all respects, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all power, for the attaining of all steadfastness and patience; joyously giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified us to share in the inheritance of the saints in light." (Col. 1:9-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... today I will not dance (with a star -- and be on TV), but I will dance in my heart for the Lord (even with short hair). May others see God's love in action -- through me... with short hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8797968143114898421?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8797968143114898421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8797968143114898421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8797968143114898421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8797968143114898421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-dancer.html' title='Not a dancer'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1879268768412116088</id><published>2009-04-26T11:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:13:04.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Nor silver or gold...</title><content type='html'>Today's scripture reading included Acts 3:1-26, telling of Peter and John going into the temple. A crippled man sitting outside spoke to them, asking for money. But Peter, rather than reaching into his pocket, reached to him with words, saying, "I do not possess silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you: In the name of Jesus Christ the Nazareen -- walk!" (Acts 3:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter saw an opportunity to reach out with Christ's love and healing of both physical and mental anguish - and the man was healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts flooded through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God have lots of blessings for us? Does He have lots that He wants to give to us? What does Jesus Christ offer to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in acts we see healing in His name. We celebrate the Easter message with the vision of eternal life. Jesus says, "For God so love the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life." (John 3:16) Through Jesus' death and resurrection, God has claimed us back to Him. For mental heath, we are offered peace. "And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." (Phil. 4:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remember back to the story read as child about blessings -- you know, the beatitudes. Jesus himself offers to the crowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;(Matt. 5:3-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop with that... but take a moment and look at the blessings that Jesus offered! To His listeners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a servant of Christ, I am recipient of lots from God. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so maybe I should stop right there with the message. Just take the good things and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home, sit on the couch like a queen, waiting for God to pour forth upon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what all that I've shown above means? I am the recipient -- from God. He has gifts -- for me! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... The thoughts in church didn't stop with those above. Instead, I thought of the word "relationship". The definition says, "the quality or state of being related; connection." So then I thought of "connection" -- what does that involve? Can I be lone and have a connection? Can this "connection" be one sided with one side doing all the work? The dictionary says,"to join or fasten; link; couple." At this point, I am thinking that God wants and will give me many things. But there is something required of me as well. I'm not a queen on the throne (or couch) just waiting for Him to serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I looked up the word "relationship" and see that with God the relationship is entered in by my faith. He expressed His love for His people (Jews) through the covenant. And yes, we now have a new covenant through Jesus Christ. "The fulfillment of God's purposes of salvation expressed in the covenants of the OT, mediated by Jesus Christ and sealed in his blood. It is a covenant of grace, the benefits of which include forgiveness, a renewed relationship with God and, through the Holy Spirit, an inward transformation that enables obedience to its demands and so ensures that it will not again be broken." (Zondervan Bible Dictionary) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I could stop right here. I have the good news of what I CAN HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it just doesn't seem right. Yes, God has much for us. But we are in a relationship. I can't do all the taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what can I give back to the God above all Gods? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first thing that came to mind is Jesus stating to the disciples the great commission. He told His followers to go into the world and make disciples. (Matt. 28:19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When preparing for KIDS Club one night, I was talking with my daughter to get ideas. She asked me how the kids would put the message for our lesson into action? Our faith journey, relationship with God, our receiving from Him, is not just a one-way street. Instead, we need to put our faith in Him to action. Apply what we know and see and understand to actions or words that tell others the Good News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gives you something, what do you do in return? So, I ask you, now that we see all that God gives to us -- what do you offer Him in return?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Billy Graham said, "God has given us two hands -- one for receiving and the other for giving." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Fr. Andrew said, "The highest love of all finds it fulfillment not in what it keeps but in what it gives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you offer back to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1879268768412116088?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1879268768412116088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1879268768412116088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1879268768412116088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1879268768412116088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/04/nor-silver-or-gold.html' title='Nor silver or gold...'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-2196938451494598207</id><published>2009-04-12T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:40:18.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Praise be to Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SeHdKca_T3I/AAAAAAAAASU/BKbxbINujH4/s1600-h/Dogwood+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323779406026461042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SeHdKca_T3I/AAAAAAAAASU/BKbxbINujH4/s320/Dogwood+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mark 16:1-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Resurrection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought spices, so that they might come and anoint Him.&lt;br /&gt;   2Very early on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen.&lt;br /&gt;   3They were saying to one another, "Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?"&lt;br /&gt;   4Looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away, although it was extremely large.&lt;br /&gt;   5Entering the tomb, they saw a young man sitting at the right, wearing a white robe; and they were amazed.&lt;br /&gt;   6And he said to them, "Do not be amazed; you are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who has been crucified He has risen; He is not here; behold, here is the place where they laid Him.&lt;br /&gt;   7"But go, tell His disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see Him, just as He told you.'"&lt;br /&gt;   8They went out and fled from the tomb, for trembling and astonishment had gripped them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.&lt;br /&gt;   9[Now after He had risen early on the first day of the week, He first appeared to Mary Magdalene, from whom He had cast out seven demons.&lt;br /&gt;   10She went and reported to those who had been with Him, while they were mourning and weeping.&lt;br /&gt;   11When they heard that He was alive and had been seen by her, they refused to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;   12After that, He appeared in a different form to two of them while they were walking along on their way to the country.&lt;br /&gt;   13They went away and reported it to the others, but they did not believe them either.&lt;br /&gt;The Disciples Commissioned&lt;br /&gt;   14Afterward He appeared to the eleven themselves as they were reclining at the table; and He reproached them for their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they had not believed those who had seen Him after He had risen.&lt;br /&gt;   15And He said to them, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.&lt;br /&gt;   16"He who has believed and has been baptized shall be saved; but he who has disbelieved shall be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;   17"These signs will accompany those who have believed: in My name they will cast out demons, they will speak with new tongues;&lt;br /&gt;   18they will pick up serpents, and if they drink any deadly poison, it will not hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover."&lt;br /&gt;   19So then, when the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, He was received up into heaven and sat down at the right hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;   20And they went out and preached everywhere, while the Lord worked with them, and confirmed the word by the signs that followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Praise be to Him, the Father - Son and Holy Spirit -- now and forever! Amen!&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/7654056708427767247-2196938451494598207?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2196938451494598207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=2196938451494598207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2196938451494598207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2196938451494598207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-be-to-him.html' title='Praise be to Him!'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/SeHdKca_T3I/AAAAAAAAASU/BKbxbINujH4/s72-c/Dogwood+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-8479774826256065022</id><published>2008-09-14T12:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:39:27.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>When we are living</title><content type='html'>The following hymn pressed on me that as a servant of Christ, my life should be actively showing that love for Him. I belong to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This work is under copyright, so please do not copy from here to use in publication. See &lt;u&gt;The Presbyterian Hymnal &lt;/u&gt;, 1990, Westminster / John Knox Press. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When We Are Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When we are living, it is in Christ Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And when we're dying, it is in the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Both in our living and in our dying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Through all our living, we our fruits must give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Good works of service are for offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When we are giving, or when receiving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mid times of sorrow and in times of pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When sensing beauty or in love's embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Whether we suffer, or sing rejoicing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Across this wide world, we shall always find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Those who are crying with no peace of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But when we help them, or when we feed them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We belong to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8479774826256065022?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8479774826256065022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8479774826256065022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8479774826256065022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8479774826256065022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-we-are-living.html' title='When we are living'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-130185419628311501</id><published>2008-07-20T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:25:55.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>Sunday Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SINkoTF-91I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XcQHXI35_SI/s1600-h/Bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225130636162824018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SINkoTF-91I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XcQHXI35_SI/s320/Bible2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ccording to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Against you, you alone, have I sinner, and done what is evil in your sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so that you are justified in your sentence and blameless when you pass judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Indeed, I was born guilty, a sinner when my mother conceived me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You desire trugth in the inward being;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;therefore teach me wisdom in my secret heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Let me hear joy and gladness, let the bones that you have crushed rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a enw and right spirit within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do not cast me aware from your presence, and do not take your holy spirit from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustatin in me a willing spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then I will teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will return to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Deliver me from bloodshed, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your deliverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For you have no delight in sacrifice; if I were to give a burnt offering, you would not be pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do good to Zion in your good pleasure; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then you will delight in right sacrifices, in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on your alter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-130185419628311501?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/130185419628311501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=130185419628311501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/130185419628311501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/130185419628311501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-psalm.html' title='Sunday Psalm'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SINkoTF-91I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XcQHXI35_SI/s72-c/Bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-4492024329009963177</id><published>2008-04-28T16:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:32:53.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SBY9JhWYMbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55yILqFC3UQ/s1600-h/menuplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194406453998793138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/SBY9JhWYMbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55yILqFC3UQ/s320/menuplan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trying something new with thinking ahead -- also wanted to record some delicious looking recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main ideas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=31765"&gt;Avocado Shrimp Salad &lt;/a&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Dad might enjoy this dish since it has avocado and shrimp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=24315"&gt;Thai Shrimp and Noodles&lt;/a&gt; -- &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I think Sarah has this dish or something very similar. Certainly looks good to me today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=33109"&gt;Greek Seafood Salad &lt;/a&gt;-- &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Something about this one caught my eye. Maybe it is just all the veges with shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=10094"&gt;Chicken Biscuit Potpie &lt;/a&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; I know it is spring, so I shouldn't be turning on the over. However, since we don't have an actual over (or stove) at the new house, can I cheat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=23005"&gt;Blackberry Cheese Pie&lt;/a&gt; -- &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;yep... I stole this one off &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/menu-plan-monday-april-28.html"&gt;Sarah's site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=1080"&gt;Peanut Butter Pie&lt;/a&gt; -- &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;okay... I'm ready to get down to cooking and eatin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://recipes.bestsimplerecipes.com/eRMS/recp.aspx?recid=27361"&gt;Baked Sweet Potato Chips&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;these chips are low in salt -- and certainly look interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wonder which one(s) we'll try tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-4492024329009963177?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4492024329009963177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4492024329009963177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4492024329009963177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4492024329009963177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/04/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/SBY9JhWYMbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55yILqFC3UQ/s72-c/menuplan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-4709306565868858806</id><published>2008-03-02T12:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:45:02.366-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>Sunday Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r1pp0cfxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Za_jeCUuUpo/s1600-h/Bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r1pp0cfxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Za_jeCUuUpo/s400/Bible2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173217217937702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness!&lt;br /&gt;Thou has relieved me in my distress;&lt;br /&gt;Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sons of men, how long will my honor become a reproach?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception?&lt;br /&gt;But know that the Lord has set apart the godly man for Himself;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord hears when I call to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremble, and do no sin;&lt;br /&gt;Meditate in your heart upon your bed, and be still.&lt;br /&gt;Off the sacrifices of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;And trus in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are saying, "Who will show us any good?"&lt;br /&gt;Lift up the light of Thy countenance upon us, O Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast put gladness in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;More than when their grain and new wine abound.&lt;br /&gt;In peace I will both lie down and sleep,&lt;br /&gt;For thou alone, O Lord, dost make me to dwell in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7654056708427767247-4709306565868858806?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4709306565868858806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4709306565868858806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4709306565868858806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4709306565868858806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-psalm.html' title='Sunday Psalm'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r1pp0cfxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Za_jeCUuUpo/s72-c/Bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-1827686393969524882</id><published>2008-02-24T19:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:46:06.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>Sunday Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r16J0cfyI/AAAAAAAAACs/AQC18Q_7uFw/s1600-h/Bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r16J0cfyI/AAAAAAAAACs/AQC18Q_7uFw/s400/Bible2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173217501405544226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 43&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show that I am right, God!&lt;br /&gt;Defend me against everyone who doesn't know you; rescue me from each of those deceitful liars.&lt;br /&gt;I run to you for protection.&lt;br /&gt;Why have you turned me away?&lt;br /&gt;Why must enemies mistreat me and make me sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your light and your truth to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;let them lead me to your house on your sacred mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will worship at your altar because you make me joyful.&lt;br /&gt;You are my God, and I will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will praise you as I play my harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless?&lt;br /&gt;I trust you! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I selected this Psalm today because of the last verses. It is God in whom I put my trust. It is Him to whom I turn for strength and guidance. There were times today that I really was confused to what was going on. Where was my husband? I knew that he did not go with us to church because he was not feeling well, so why was he not in the room? Why would he leave without his coat and hat -- and why did he not put on shoes? Why would he leave without his usual morning rituals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, even when we are faced with something not-so-nice, God is still there with us. He does not leave us, nor does he put us into situations that are more than we can handle. Maybe... in the midst of the day (and finding my husband at the hospital with the flu) we are a light in a place we never imagined we would be. That is my prayer -- that somehow in some way, someone saw God working through me or in me. May it be His light and truth that guide me -- and that I will quickly lift my praise to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of an interesting day, this is my prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust You! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1827686393969524882?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1827686393969524882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1827686393969524882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1827686393969524882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1827686393969524882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-psalm_24.html' title='Sunday Psalm'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R8r16J0cfyI/AAAAAAAAACs/AQC18Q_7uFw/s72-c/Bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-762619555167416886</id><published>2008-02-23T10:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:47:16.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Blessings on a not-very-good-day</title><content type='html'>This morning I am thinking of the many blessings that I have from our Heavenly Father. Although it is not Thankful Thursday, as I sit back and reflect I realize that many prayers have been answered -- and I am indeed thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this line of thinking was set in process by something that is not preferred. I sit in the Navy Lodge in CT instead of Sarah &amp;amp; Kevin's -- because my tummy has been very demanding this morning. At first, I just wanted to cry -- here I am so close to my daughter's family but I felt it best to stay in the motel as I get my tummy settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized as Marshall left to be Grandpa that I could sit here and wallow in the disappointment, or I could step back and praise God for the blessings that I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first on the list this morning is the new blessing of Hannah Elizabeth within the family. She is a beautiful baby with a temperment (at least for now) that seems so non-demanding. She just goes with the flow -- enjoying being held or put down, enjoying eating or just being held, observing what is around her without claiming attention in the midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her sibling, Eli (Elijah William), is another blessing. He has a quick smile and is so creative with his play. He can enjoy someone playing with him or just bounce around with his own thoughts driving his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both are healthy and happy. They have all their fingers and toes; they seem involved in the world around them, but not overwhelmed. And although they are very good children, one knows that they have their own interests and preferrences -- not just following what they have been commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed by Sarah and her husband Kevin. They make such a beautiful couple -- their interaction and working together is an example for even us old fogies. And yet they retain their own personalities to be a person all in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me two wonderful children. Not only can I be proud of Sarah who now has her own family that she is raising to know the Lord, but also I can thank God for Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new item for him is the addition of another person within his life. He has committed to a relationship with a young lady that really does seem to be an answer to prayer. Their relationship seems built on the rock of Jesus Christ -- so what more could one hope or dream for their child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health, happiness, and serving the Lord -- what a wish by a Mom for her children. And they both seem to have those elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very important person is my life -- another blessing from God -- is my husband. Although there have been times I wanted to ring his neck, the overall picture is wonderful. And through some tools (like husband encouragement challenge), I am learning to honor and respect him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of blessings can extend for quite some space -- like blessing of family and friends, a wonderful job, snow and beauty outside, the comforts of shelter, clothing and food, opportunities to go or to stay (like going to see grandchildren or staying home to read a book), health and happiness, and Bibles, and other fun books to read, pop or tea or water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are things for this earth. What about the blessings that we have coming in the eternal life because we know and serve Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what started as a not-very-good-day can now be looked at as one that I can truly be thankful for. For God has poured forth His blessings in a variety of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful and give Him praise. Even for today as I sit at the Navy Lodge with my grandkids a mile away. For He is good and great - and I praise Him for sharing His peace and joy with me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always be glad because of the Lord! I will say it again: be glad. Always be gentle with others. The Lord will soon be here. Don't worry about anything, but pray about everything. With thankful hearts offer up your prayers and requests to God. Then, because you belong to Christ Jesus, God will bless you with peace that no one can completely understand. And this peace will control the way you think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my friends, keep your minds on whatever is true, pure, right, holy, friendly, and proper. Don't evern stop thinking about what is truly worthwhile and worthy of praise.&lt;br /&gt;Phil 4:4-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-762619555167416886?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/762619555167416886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=762619555167416886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/762619555167416886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/762619555167416886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/blessings-on-not-very-good-day.html' title='Blessings on a not-very-good-day'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-2305422907108733692</id><published>2008-02-17T11:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:15:22.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>Sunday Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7h4AAde4FI/AAAAAAAAACU/J-7gYKhxRHk/s1600-h/Bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7h4AAde4FI/AAAAAAAAACU/J-7gYKhxRHk/s400/Bible2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168012513926635602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I lift up my eyes to the mountains; from whence shall my help come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Behold He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The sun will not smite you by day, nor the moon by night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Lord will protect you from all evil; He will keep your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amen...&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/7654056708427767247-2305422907108733692?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2305422907108733692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=2305422907108733692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2305422907108733692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2305422907108733692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-psalm.html' title='Sunday Psalm'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7h4AAde4FI/AAAAAAAAACU/J-7gYKhxRHk/s72-c/Bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-7495362120187650188</id><published>2008-02-15T05:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:22:45.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7V_AAde4EI/AAAAAAAAACM/2U95E7YDMgk/s1600-h/ThankfulThursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7V_AAde4EI/AAAAAAAAACM/2U95E7YDMgk/s400/ThankfulThursday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167175785577898050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined to be more active with items like Thankful Thursday to help me be aware and sharing my faith on a daily basis. Also, this activity might help scatter the winter blues. So here is what I came up with as I was driving during the day -- and I start with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I thank you God, Almighty, for&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A warm house for shelter from the wind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vehicle that enables me to go many places easily and safely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that I love, even if being observed by my boss that day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A husband who is indeed my valentine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comfortable clothes that keep me warm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow that swirls around and that I have been safe when driving in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Girl soon to be born.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And this last one, as I prayed throughout the day, I had no idea how soon it was for her to be born. #8 should now read, "Hannah Elizabeth and the non-laborous labor to bring her into the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Elizabeth was born last night about 9:30 p.m. to my daughter, Sarah and her husband Kevin. Mom and Hannah are fine and doing well, and Eli slept peacefully while sister was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many answered prayers related to delivery and afterwards were answered -- and I can honestly say, "God answered those prayers in a way I NEVER imagined." But praise to Him anyway, because His way is better than anything I could dream. And now we have lots of stories to tell of Hannah's entrance to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am speechless. The awe and wonder of it all... Thank you, Lord, for this Thursday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-7495362120187650188?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7495362120187650188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=7495362120187650188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7495362120187650188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7495362120187650188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R7V_AAde4EI/AAAAAAAAACM/2U95E7YDMgk/s72-c/ThankfulThursday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-5714043184096702135</id><published>2008-02-12T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:22:47.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer List</title><content type='html'>This morning when praying, I determined to start a prayer list on my blog. Maybe others will lift up these items as well for God's amazing power and love to pour forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus... I Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I lift these items to you with praise, oh God above all gods. Although I do not include names, I pray that you would look in our hearts and know the individual that we lift anonymously to your thrown of grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to Him for his mercies and grace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks for Jesus -- a friend above all friends -- giving His life for me to have life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks for family and friends. For love that shows at just the right time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protection of new life that enters the world through birth. Keep Mom and Baby safe -- that Dad and big brother would be supportive and strong as needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guidance as life-changing decisions are made. Bless a couple that has waited a long time to have a second part in the couple. Give them wisdom and confidence as they blend their lives together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healing for mental and physical bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As we age, help us still to look to you for how you can use hands and feet in ministry to others and for your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healing for abuse from long ago and protection from those who harmed and now go free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strength to be a good wife -- submissive, encouraging, loving, and following your ways -- even when that path is not easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pouring of Your Spirit during court proceedings -- that hurts would not result in inappropriate words or actions in the courtroom. May the judgment / settlement be what is best for all parties, enough to pay the bills from injury and further treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Specifically I lift up Marshall, Paul, Sarah, Kevin, Eli, Susie, Dave, Barbara, Kim, Lori, REB, Ann, and Lois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to come before You with thanksgiving and praise, honor and reference, love and commitment. May I me a light for You, today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-5714043184096702135?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5714043184096702135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=5714043184096702135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5714043184096702135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5714043184096702135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-list.html' title='Prayer List'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-2649503245100650805</id><published>2008-02-10T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:53:38.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Wow! Time flies by -- I have thought of many things to post and did not realize that I had not taken action -- for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been? Am I traveling the world seeing new sights and wonders? Have I gone south with cold blustering here in Iowa? Have I gone over seas -- visiting in countries that I would communicate in other languages or manners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been right here with my activities within the church, work, and daily life. Nothing major to report. No changes to announce. Nothing new in which to inform others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will I present here? How about a message that where ever I have been, I know that God is with me? Or should I pick some story from the Bible and draw out the mercies, love, and compassion of our Maker and Redeemer? Or should I pick some story from the Bible and draw out that our God is a Righteous God and desires obedience and faithfulness to Him? And then relate back my own action or inaction in response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should simply share something that struck me this morning during worship. Sometimes when I get so busy with what I need to do, I forget that I need to put my joys and concerns at the feet of Jesus -- allowing Him to participate in my adventure. Rather than getting on the horse and plowing along with blinders to what is happening around me, maybe I should stop and see where the path is headed. We closed the service with the hymn, "What a friend we have in Jesus" and I realized that I have not taken my cares to the Lord and put them at His feet. The other day I did enter the church, knelt at the steps in the sanctuary, and said a short prayer. But it was uncomfortable to be still, so I got in mid sentence. The prayer continued, but I walked on through to the steps going out the other side and kept going. This morning it dawned on me, that in my efforts to be effective showing His Light, I have stopped looking closely at what He would have. I have stopped looking at the Light of the World for my own light. I have not quietly sat at His feet and waiting for Him to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my plan? Let's see if this works, but I want to actively give thanks -- is Thankful Thursday calling to me? I want to praise Him regularly - is Sunday Psalm a good place to linger on Sunday morning / afternoon? Or maybe just sitting and sharing the struggle of following faithfully would be a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could stop to read His Word, reflecting what the message to His people might be. And it is with that that I come this morning. A short note from the following which caught my eye of where the power of all that I might attempt comes from. My strength comes from the Lord Jesus -- as I give thanks through Him to our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience; bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you, so also should you.&lt;br /&gt;And beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.&lt;br /&gt;And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one bond; and be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father." Colossians 3:12-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my final answer... for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-2649503245100650805?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2649503245100650805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=2649503245100650805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2649503245100650805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2649503245100650805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-7319466213181601841</id><published>2007-12-20T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:55:19.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>KIDS Club update</title><content type='html'>Several months ago I asked for your prayers as the church started up KIDS Club, a ministry to elementary age children in the church and neighborhood. I ask again for your prayers for this activity. Should it continue? If so, should I be involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was KIDS Club -- our planned Christmas party celebrating Jesus' birth. Darci, the other adult leader and her children could not be there, but with only 6 children scheduled to come I thought "no problem". Well, it was a problem. When the first three arrived, they immediately bounced all around the room getting into everything that I had set out in preparation. Finally, I got them working on a some simple puzzles, but with three children and two puzzles plus being siblings, the competition began. Then two more came, throwing their coats on the table (which was fine), and they gravitated toward the others working on the puzzle. As I announced that activities for the evening, their volume intensified such that I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; hear myself, so I'm sure the directives were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off for the sacred sanctuary to look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chrismons&lt;/span&gt; on the tree. One child saw the long isle and set off at racing speed. Another saw microphones and bounced from one to the next, pulling and twisting them to make them fit her 4 foot frame instead of the 6 foot frame of the minister. Another child found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lectern&lt;/span&gt; and raced to get her position of fame. Another saw the organ and bounded up to it while her duet partner found the piano keys to be great places to drop her fingers in imitation of lifting sounds to her audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone saw the candle lighter / extinguisher -- picked it up asking what it was for as she aimed at those around her. When one person stated the purpose of the device, another child pleaded to light the candles. When I responded that it would be lovely, but I have no matches, someone loudly asked how they are lighted at church then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was in the first 15 minutes -- I still had one hour to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved downstairs to the classroom, but the carpet we normally sit on for Bible time was still in the cleaning process from the last meeting when 9 chocolate cupcakes were squished into the fibers as they "ate" their cupcakes while "helping" to do something for someone else although the only thing available to do was eat the cupcake. So... we settled at the table used for crafts. One child started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sliding&lt;/span&gt; his chair backwards ending up in the next room within the record time of 2 seconds flat. To which a competitor on the other side of the table also launched her chair into the next room. With than, one girl got up and started skating in circles, finally taking the challenge of the entire circle within all the rooms. That leaves 2 other children. One was loudly announcing words to Christmas carols that some guy made up. Which, of course, were not very appropriate for KIDS Club, let alone a child's thoughts anywhere. So that left one child, sitting quietly in her chair, cowering from the noise and activity that was exploding around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T THE TEACHER STOP THOSE KIDS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was me. No matter what I tried, these kids were bouncing off the walls. The best 10 minutes was craft time when they had something specific to work on. Of course, that was after one student pulled the cap off the glitter glue and the contents floated down his hand like lava from a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they left, I wondered my purpose and how in the world God can use me for reaching kids with the Gospel. Next semester I have class on Wednesday nights, so the question arises do I stick with it on another night or do I let the whole thing go hoping someone else will step in and fill my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the scoop. Your prayers are appreciated and needed. Taking the Gospel to others is not easy, but is this something that another person will step up to the plate if I step down due to time constraints. (I have class Monday - Thursday nights this semester, so KIDS Club would need to be on Sunday nights for my schedule.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we reach these children? How can God use me? What activities should I put my efforts, time and skills? I give my hands, feet, mouth, ears and heart to the Lord's work. My prayer is that He show me how to use them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it." Prov. 22:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-7319466213181601841?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7319466213181601841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=7319466213181601841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7319466213181601841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7319466213181601841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/12/kids-club-update.html' title='KIDS Club update'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-8279390245935265788</id><published>2007-11-22T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:42:46.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R0WN-Z8Wk5I/AAAAAAAAACE/gMcj_J-EJGU/s1600-h/CornucopiaThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135667053341348754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R0WN-Z8Wk5I/AAAAAAAAACE/gMcj_J-EJGU/s400/CornucopiaThanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give Thanks, for He is Good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands! Serve the Lord with gladness; come before His presence with singing. Know that the Lord, He is God; it is He who has made us; and not we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him,a nd bless His name. For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations.  Psalm 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my prayer list of thanksgiving to God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1. for being able to worship in freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;2. for a God that loves us "But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places, in Christ Jesus..." Eph 2:4-6&lt;br /&gt;3. for health, a warm place to call home, abundant food, and warm clothing&lt;br /&gt;4. for family and friends&lt;br /&gt;5. for a husband that loves me and cares for me&lt;br /&gt;6. for my children -- they are the best one could ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;7. for healing in Sue, Kara Grace, Carrie, and others who have needed His touch this past year&lt;br /&gt;8. for the beautiful creation&lt;br /&gt;9. for a job that I love&lt;br /&gt;10. for God's grace&lt;br /&gt;11. for the simpleness of life shown through a child&lt;br /&gt;12. for computers that enable communication across miles&lt;br /&gt;13. for open worship times and places&lt;br /&gt;14. for prayers that are answered -- that peace that passes all understanding regardless of what is given as the answer&lt;br /&gt;15. for brothers and sisters that offer encouragement at just the right time&lt;br /&gt;16. for a house that we own&lt;br /&gt;17. for reminders not to place our thoughts too much on those things of the earth&lt;br /&gt;18. for glasses and contacts that I can see clearly&lt;br /&gt;19. for a written Bible&lt;br /&gt;20. and that I can read it&lt;br /&gt;21. for God's amazing love that I can see over and over&lt;br /&gt;22. for music and instruments to enjoy lifting song to God&lt;br /&gt;23. for flour, sugar and other great stuff that can be put together for a delicious breakfast&lt;br /&gt;24. and that I have a stove, oven and utensils to use&lt;br /&gt;25. for cameras that help us capture something important or to share visuals easily when others are far away&lt;br /&gt;26. for computers that enable us to share those pictures and words&lt;br /&gt;27. for beautiful scenery&lt;br /&gt;28. and a dependable car&lt;br /&gt;29. that enables me to see what God has created&lt;br /&gt;30. for many thoughts that are hard to put down on paper&lt;br /&gt;31. for husband encouragement challenge and other studies that help me to grow or change in Christ&lt;br /&gt;32. for warm blankets and hot cup of tea on a cold day&lt;br /&gt;33. for safety when snow comes down and roads get icy&lt;br /&gt;34. for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give thanks to you, O Lord God, for blessings beyond my comprehension and ability to share. May you receive what I offer and find it pleasing and acceptable. Help me to be a light, even today - a day when we think of good things and tomorrow - when we might be tired from the activity of today. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy Name! Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/R0WNu58Wk4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/td3XilBHa6s/s1600-h/CornucopiaThanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8279390245935265788?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8279390245935265788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8279390245935265788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8279390245935265788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8279390245935265788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-thanks-for-he-is-good-make-joyful.html' title=''/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/R0WN-Z8Wk5I/AAAAAAAAACE/gMcj_J-EJGU/s72-c/CornucopiaThanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-1727573117881003206</id><published>2007-10-27T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:40:31.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS Club</title><content type='html'>KIDS Club is a new activity at our church to offer Christian training to our elementary age children, as well as reach into the community. This has been fun for me to reach out beyond my comfort level. My kids are now adults of age to have their own kids. So, in some ways many think I have aged out of this age ministry. However, our church was lacking this teaching children the way they should go, and my conscience was hitting me hard when we vowed at a baptism that we would indeed train up children in Christ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The activities are the basic: Bible story / lesson, crafts, music and closing. What I ask of you is prayer for the hand of God Almighty to move - -reaching hearts that are hurt, to offer activity that is Christian based, to spread the Good News of Jesus Christ, and most of all to get me and others in the church active in our faith and witness. This work can not survive based on what I do or don't do. Instead, it must continue based on the working of God - His being living and active within our ministry. At no point should I ever say it is my own work -- instead I know that it is only by Him working that the work is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you please, pray with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1727573117881003206?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1727573117881003206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1727573117881003206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1727573117881003206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1727573117881003206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids-club.html' title='KIDS Club'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-3022838564390189844</id><published>2007-10-27T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:33:07.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since I wrote what I have been thinking. Tonight I am many miles away from Marshall, so I can indeed step back and think... The journey with Husband Encouragement Challenge has not been easy at times, but I turn to Jesus for grace and strength to respond in ways pleasing to Him. Here are a few of the specifics that I did because of this challenge...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Say a prayer each morning for my husband. The focus is intended to be on thanksgiving or lifting him up with something particularly challenging to his day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. As we fix up our house (103 Main -- another story in itself), I have tried to involve him within each decision rather than just deciding something, buying what I need, and taking care of the project. Sometimes he says at first that he does not care -- it does not matter -- but give it a little him I find that he does have an interest in that item and usually has a strong taste or feeling. As a result, I have not acted on those "whatever" statements, but visit them again at a later time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. In relation to #2 above, at times I have just gone with his choice rather than make a scene. I am trying to determine what really is important to me and state my preferences very clearly at those times. I pray that I am not just playing cat and mouse such that I get exactly what I want -- instead I do pray that I am being a partner in this project by giving and taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. At times I feel like just crawling into my own little shell and not be sociable. Over the years I see that he often takes this personally. So, I am now trying to smile when I don't feel like smiling - at least to make connection. Rather than just hiding, I can state what I am working on or hoping to accomplish. My goal is communication so that he knows he is important -- always -- not just when I feel like being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read my Bible every day (or as close to it as I possible can). How does this help with husband encouragement challenge? It helps me focus on God and being a servant for Him. The focus is not on my wants and needs, but on what He would desire of me in my service of Him. I find myself being "softer" -- biting my tongue or keeping my mouth shut when I want to correct or add beyond what is needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seem to be so many things, so small it is hard to write down - -or even explain. However, I will continue the challenge because our relationship as husband and wife is a reflection of Christ and  church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to each of you. &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/7654056708427767247-3022838564390189844?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3022838564390189844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=3022838564390189844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3022838564390189844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3022838564390189844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/10/husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1230689138402456742</id><published>2007-07-07T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:12:00.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>HEC Follow-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/Ro-ezhH1xfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqAuSODwhnc/s1600-h/LemuelRoseSmaller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084457112226350578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/Ro-ezhH1xfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqAuSODwhnc/s320/LemuelRoseSmaller.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week we finished the Husband Encouragement Challenge for the month June. I was so proud of myself -- I did the final homework assignment including the 10 things to continue and applicable scripture verses. However, I left off one important piece of the assignment -- decide how you are going to hold yourself accountable. What would I be completing on a regular basis to continue with the challenge? &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge-finale.html"&gt;Sarah &lt;/a&gt;encouraged me to "think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she struck me with her question. I was so pleased that I had gotten through the month of June with correct answers / responses -- now I had to continue with this stuff!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week I determined that each week I would reflect to what had taken place and how the challenge helped me handle something or helped me identify issues that needed work. So, here goes with my first reflection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was harder than the whole month of June. Maybe it was letting down my guard to what I ought to do -- so some pretty nasty thoughts / words popped into my head. And sometimes, those unacceptable thoughts were "pop" in, but take residence because I did not chase them out. After all... I wasn't sharing with others as part of the assignment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, God spoke loudly to my heart that the work was not finished -- and would never be finished. On a daily basis I must crucify the flesh to live for Him. And thinking others more important than myself is part of that daily battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the basics. What do I appreciate / value about my husband? He is Godly -- striving to live a life acceptable to the Lord. He prays at every meal -- offering thanksgiving for what Our Father has given us for nourishment. On a regular basis he undertakes tasks that must be done rather than my doing everything -- like washing dishes after each meal, cleaning the upstairs bath, washing towels and other laundry, taking out the trash and then putting it by the curbside on Monday night. He celebrates with me when I pass accounting exams as I work on my Certified Management Accountant title. He goes on walks and rides his bike with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could continue -- but now my heart is peaceful again as I put the focus on good, not bad; others more important; being a servant of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt;. A big blessing is my husband. &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/7654056708427767247-1230689138402456742?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1230689138402456742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1230689138402456742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1230689138402456742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1230689138402456742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/07/hec-follow-up.html' title='HEC Follow-up'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/Ro-ezhH1xfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lqAuSODwhnc/s72-c/LemuelRoseSmaller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-4794171621987693395</id><published>2007-06-25T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:59:47.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RoZbjBH1xdI/AAAAAAAAABk/9MgRw6XxLPU/s1600-h/HusbandEncouragement.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RoZbjBH1xdI/AAAAAAAAABk/9MgRw6XxLPU/s320/HusbandEncouragement.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081849886689052114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband Encouragement Challenge -- Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List of ten things to continue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Pray for my husband -- not with change as the focus, but thankgiving and God's hand leading me to meet his needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Daily consider things to say or do that show he is important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Speak favorably about him to myself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Daily offer thanks to him for something -- whether it be completion of a regular task or his doing something new. Recognizing him for being active in keeping our home a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Push negative thoughts out -- denying them residence within my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Often, do something fun that is special for him. Maybe make cookies, fix something with b-b-q sauce, or wash the dinner dishes before dinner (wash pots, pans, measuring cups, etc. before dinner, so that not much is left for afterwards).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Don't take personally his behavior that is withdrawn or short. Often times there is something going on inside his head, but I need to allow him the space to work through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;8. Allow him choices. When doing a project, often times I get it started and completed without involving him. This challenge helped me identify that he does want to be involved -- so ask what he might do with XXX or any thoughts on project Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Share with him my disappointments or dreams -- don't hold them inside figuring he will get that information by osmosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;10. Stop and listen. Put the paper down. Turn toward him if I am cooking. Make eye contact. Keep my mouth shut to finish his sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scripture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;* Gal 5:22-23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;May God's Spirit be within me -- showing forth through me in my actions and words as guided by my thoughts on Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Prov. 31 (Selections) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels... She does him good and not evil all the days of her life...Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles at the future... Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My role as Marshall's wife and my response to being his wife go far beyond just him. At the heart of our relationship all is my love and fear of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;* Lev. 19:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;...you shall love your neighbor as yourself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I want to be treated? That is how I should act toward my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;* James 1:17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Every good thing bestowed and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation, or shifting shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Our relationship is under God's hand. If change takes place that is good -- it is through God's mercies, not my nagging or my efforts to be positive and to encourage. Instead, I must remember that all that we have came from Him -- all those things or behaviors that I count as important, are from our Creator, our Maker. Patting myself on the back and then getting frustrated when all does not continue to go as I want is not part of is best for me. Instead, that long slow process of growing and changing is like the potter with the wheel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;* Ephesians 4:29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; I saw this one on &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge-finale.html"&gt;Sarah's site&lt;/a&gt; and it spoke to my heart as appropriate for me as well. Sometimes I mutter under my breath -- and  these  words should not be said if I don't want him to hear it --  don't say it, don't think it, not even "quietly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily prayer:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;God of renewal, everywhere your Holy Spirit breathes new life into creation. As I undertake this day to bring glory to you by honoring my husband, I ask you to be present in my marriage. Guide me to know in which things I should ask forgiveness, in which things I should change, and in which things I should ask for the grace to let go. Show me new ways to respect my husband today and open my eyes to all that you have made him to be. I trust in your goodness and in the covenant my husband and I made with you and each other on our wedding day. Through Jesus Christ I pray, Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7654056708427767247-4794171621987693395?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4794171621987693395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4794171621987693395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4794171621987693395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4794171621987693395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge_25.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RoZbjBH1xdI/AAAAAAAAABk/9MgRw6XxLPU/s72-c/HusbandEncouragement.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-8476022392652622276</id><published>2007-06-22T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:58:37.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>Posts and blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Prior to today, the last login to my blog on myspace. com was 2 weeks ago! Although reading what others have and using my sight as a doorway to visit with others, my site appears inactive. In reality, brothers and sisters in Christ share their faith and struggles within the daily walk -- and I am encouraged. The journey starts with some simple blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/" target="_self"&gt;Husband Encouragement Challenge&lt;/a&gt; unites several of us in our journey to a better relationship with our husband. Although June is coming to a close, so our official challenge ends, I suspect each of us will continue with the purpose of being a better mate. The information itself starts from writings of Nancy Leigh DeMoss found at &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/topics/article.php?pid=9471" target="_self"&gt;Revive Our Hearts&lt;/a&gt;. A prayer now at the end of the challenge each day has indeed become my prayer: &lt;em&gt;God of renewal, everywhere your Holy Spirit breathes new life into creation. As I undertake this day to bring glory to you by honoring my husband, I ask you to be present in my marriage. Guide me to know in which things I should ask forgiveness, in which things I should change, and in which things I should ask for the grace to let go. Show me new ways to respect my husband today and open my eyes to all that you have made him to be. I trust in your goodness and in the covenant my husband and I made with you and each other on our wedding day. Through Jesus Christ I pray, Amen.&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An &lt;a href="http://pdb.homelinux.net/" target="_self"&gt;Identity&lt;/a&gt; theme has me thinking of what qualities do others see? I love the shared list of Who I am in Christ reminds me that each one of God's children is important in His sight. The root of many problems falls in our failure to accept that I am accepted, I am secure, and I am significant. Unto the Lord I left a prayer that is at the end of Identity Pt. 2 -- &lt;em&gt;I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every title that can be given, not only in the present age but also in the one to come. And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And from the simple, I find others that touch my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is through my son or daughter's blog that I find a link to an old friend, not old as in age, hahaha, but old as in almost 30 years I have know this guy and his wife, but I am &lt;a href="http://www.jimazing.com/blog/" target="_self"&gt;amazed&lt;/a&gt; at the depth of his faith. His recent blog about the &lt;a href="http://jimazing.com/blog/2007/06/19/the-unknown/" target="_self"&gt;unknown&lt;/a&gt; touched me with the final statements, "I don't know how much time I have left, and I don't know "diddly squat" about what will happen to me and around me. What I do know is that I want every moment to count." What will I do TODAY that will make an impact -- perhaps for someone's eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?p=614" target="_self"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/a&gt; with 70 people joining together in thanksgiving to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Connection with others that share a role that I find difficult at times. Just knowing another &lt;a href="http://thepreachers-wife.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html" target="_self"&gt;preacher's wife &lt;/a&gt;, the struggle with issues and people within the church is not so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Or the variety of blogs on myspace or blogspot connected through "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I praise God that we have a common bond that gives us joy and strength. I praise God that through His mercies, we are unified in Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-8476022392652622276?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/8476022392652622276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=8476022392652622276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8476022392652622276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/8476022392652622276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/prior-to-today-last-login-to-my-blog-on.html' title='Posts and blogs'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-1818116082118861549</id><published>2007-06-18T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:34:06.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnZ3K0npEkI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAqQ55blmbw/s1600-h/HusbandEncouragement.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077376657714123330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnZ3K0npEkI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAqQ55blmbw/s320/HusbandEncouragement.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Father's Day pics&lt;/a&gt;, Sarah! Thanks for sharing the joy that you celebrated yesterday with Eli having a wonderful father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I tried several things to encourage my husband.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask if he wants to play games on nights there is nothing acceptable on TV. He loves any type of game -- really gets into the challenge or competition. For me, the competition adds stress, so I try to avoid. In a compromise, I'll play the game, but someone can keep my score for me if they want -- I'll play for fun, but not for competition. This worked fine -- I found that playing was the important aspect for him, the "winner" was only a small piece of his experience. Also, if in doubt of who is winner since we weren't keeping score, we determined to flip a coin.&lt;br /&gt;2. On Sunday I played the piano for worship since organist took the day off. This time I tried not to make a big deal about the hymns or my being nervous (I will give the music unto the Lord, but shake like a leaf in a thunderstorm). Rather than ask for hymns to be printed or copied for me, I used the accompanist edition and flipped pages to find the hymns as needed. I practiced at times he was not in the church or at home (which can be very tricky because the manse is right next to the church and he goes back and forth frequently during the day). Keying down my involvement seemed to help him stay focused on prepping the service.&lt;br /&gt;3. For Father's Day I fixed Sauerbraten -- a dish that he comments about frequently. He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;4. On Sunday after worship I was -- well, fiesty inside... I didn't feel like being very nice to anyone. Instead of being my usual pain-in-the-neck when I feel that way, I prayed frequently and stepped outside or downstairs as needed to give myself some breather space. It turned out, we had an enjoyable day and took a long walk in the evening topped off an ice cream at Dairy Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it is still hard to be positive, but I love the scriptures for today that remind me joy comes from being close to God. That joy then shows forth (then I think of the song, "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-1818116082118861549?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1818116082118861549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=1818116082118861549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1818116082118861549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/1818116082118861549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge_18.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnZ3K0npEkI/AAAAAAAAABU/qAqQ55blmbw/s72-c/HusbandEncouragement.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-3816663243820027871</id><published>2007-06-15T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:55:27.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnKWdEnpEjI/AAAAAAAAABM/lBolKZN0c8g/s1600-h/HusbandEncouragement.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076285156200354354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnKWdEnpEjI/AAAAAAAAABM/lBolKZN0c8g/s320/HusbandEncouragement.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge to look back and see where we were in our relationship as husband / wife and to look ahead. My husband is a minister, so one would think his spiritual life is perfect. However, in our time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;, I have seen him become more comfortable in sharing his faith with me -- including it in his words as a daily part of his life. His training in seminary seemed to squelch that sharing -- it seemed his view is that a minister does not want to force his faith on others, but allow them to learn for themselves the relationship with Jesus Christ. It is a strength to me as he comments on his prayer topics or items of struggle with flesh / faith. If I know he is strong in his daily walk, it is much easier to accept that God is leading him and leading us a couple, through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were to reflect on integrity within our mate. It is difficult to list items or events that show or reflect that character that is righteous, so I take the challenge to comment directly to him (or about him) when his normal response reflects integrity. For example, the church is debating about adding a parking lot. At the congregational meeting on Sunday, my husband, as moderator, had to keep the meeting moving without interjecting his own feelings on the subject. Of course, he did a wonderful job and kept composure / peace in the midst. Not everyone could have known and followed Roberts' Rules, yet keep the atmosphere welcoming. That quality within him is something I just took for granted before this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One struggle that I have is related to timing. I want things to move faster than they do (sometimes) and to have answers quicker that they come. God is helping me to see that as a faith issue -- trusting in Him with my whole heart, soul, and mind (and love your neighbor as yourself). (Memory verse: Luke 10:27) The new verse for the week fits right with this thinking: &lt;i&gt;Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. (Prov. 3:5,6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note: Thanks, &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;, for encouraging us all to make our relationship with hubby better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-3816663243820027871?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3816663243820027871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=3816663243820027871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3816663243820027871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3816663243820027871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge_15.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnKWdEnpEjI/AAAAAAAAABM/lBolKZN0c8g/s72-c/HusbandEncouragement.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-6041977305211214490</id><published>2007-06-14T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:49:58.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnFTeUnpEiI/AAAAAAAAABE/K7ySrrAsN8k/s1600-h/ThankfulThursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075930035419419170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnFTeUnpEiI/AAAAAAAAABE/K7ySrrAsN8k/s320/ThankfulThursday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It is good to give thanks to the lord, and to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High; to declare Thy lovingkindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness by night...I will sing for joy at the works of Thy hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ps. 92:1-4 selections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Indeed, God has been good! I am thankful for many things, but here are just a few for today:&lt;br /&gt;* Summer weather with sunshine and blue skies. I love getting outside in the morning and taking walk -- without bundling up in coat, hat, gloves, scarf.... And hearing the birds sing... And seeing the bunnies...&lt;br /&gt;* For a house that is nice and enables me to have a computer, pictures, Bibles and other books, a sewing machine... Although my focus is not to be on things of this earth, I appreciate having "things" that help me enjoy my time here.&lt;br /&gt;* God's hand moving in Marshall's and my thoughts. A year ago I did not want to stay in Iowa. A year ago, Marshall could not think of retirement and steps in preparation. Now, I am willing to stay here (and it seems evident that God's calling to Marshall is here), and Marshall is also saving $ and looking at houses to possibly buy so we have something when we must move out of the manse. Our thoughts run more parallel -- not in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;* The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Husband Encouragement Challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; revises my thinking of ways to improve my relationship with my husband. The simple tool of communication between us has us talking of things that previously I thought were off-limits and he has shared things more freely because I think I am getting better at listening.&lt;br /&gt;* Two children who love the Lord and live daily for Him. That reality has been my prayer for 20 some years now -- and they both have wonderful comments or postings on their own blogs that help me in my walk with Jesus Christ. Sarah is also sharing her faith with her son -- so faith is being carried from one generation to another.&lt;br /&gt;* For family and friends that help me see God working here on earth through and with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God from whom all blessings flow!&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/7654056708427767247-6041977305211214490?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6041977305211214490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6041977305211214490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6041977305211214490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6041977305211214490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RnFTeUnpEiI/AAAAAAAAABE/K7ySrrAsN8k/s72-c/ThankfulThursday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-3230566426912890096</id><published>2007-06-10T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:37:29.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmxqBknpEhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kf0CrcX00Xs/s1600-h/HusbandEncouragement.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074547455382065682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmxqBknpEhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kf0CrcX00Xs/s320/HusbandEncouragement.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o2uso3wjWK8/Rmva5t1UobI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FYgEm6aBXqI/s1600-h/husband+encouragement.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o2uso3wjWK8/Rmva5t1UobI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FYgEm6aBXqI/s1600-h/husband+encouragement.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o2uso3wjWK8/Rmva5t1UobI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FYgEm6aBXqI/s1600-h/husband+encouragement.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oopsss&lt;/span&gt;... The listening to my husband challenge for yesterday got me. Several times I found myself cutting into the middle of dear hubby talking -- to give a response -- and was stricken with what I had done. So, I have found a spot that does give me a real live challenge... It is hard to "simply listen" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; commenting or asking questions in the middle when someone else is speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had gone to a meeting that described people that get on your nerves as those who actually are doing something that we are guilty of. Yes, there are some people that drive me nuts with their talking -- never seeming to listen, but just talk on and on and on and on.... That workshop clued me that I have an issue with listening, but this exercise with hubby helped me to identify further an issue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this husband encouragement challenge has been good for us. I am seeing him as more of a regular person with needs and issues like I have -- rather than being a pot that is baked with no hope of change or being molded or softened. Also, I think we are both more positive -- little things in life are not causing us to draw into our little shells, but including the other person in what is taking place or what we are observing, feeling, or experiencing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started at &lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-3230566426912890096?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3230566426912890096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=3230566426912890096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3230566426912890096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3230566426912890096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp1.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmxqBknpEhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kf0CrcX00Xs/s72-c/HusbandEncouragement.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-7531631531002595141</id><published>2007-06-07T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:51:17.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>A Franciscan Christmas Blessing for Justice and Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A Franciscan Christmas Blessing for Justice and PeaceDecember 20, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;May God bless you with discomfort... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;at easy answers, hard hearts,&lt;br /&gt;half-truths ,and superficial relationships.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you so that you may live&lt;br /&gt;from deep within your heart&lt;br /&gt;where God’s Spirit dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with anger...&lt;br /&gt;at injustice, oppression,&lt;br /&gt;and exploitation of people.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you so that you may&lt;br /&gt;work for justice, freedom, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with tears...&lt;br /&gt;to shed for those who suffer from pain,&lt;br /&gt;rejection, starvation and war.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you so that&lt;br /&gt;you may reach out your hand&lt;br /&gt;to comfort them and turn their pain into joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may God bless you with&lt;br /&gt;enough foolishness&lt;br /&gt;to believe that you can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;in this world, in your neighborhood,&lt;br /&gt;so that you will courageously try&lt;br /&gt;what you don't think you can do, but,&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus Christ you'll have all the strength necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you to fearlessly&lt;br /&gt;speak out about injustice,&lt;br /&gt;unjust laws, corrupt politicians,&lt;br /&gt;unjust and cruel treatment of prisoners,&lt;br /&gt;and senseless wars,&lt;br /&gt;genocides, starvations, and poverty that is so pervasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you that you remember&lt;br /&gt;we are all called&lt;br /&gt;to continue God’s redemptive work&lt;br /&gt;of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;in God’s place, in and through God’s name,&lt;br /&gt;in God’s Spirit, continually creating&lt;br /&gt;and breathing new life and grace&lt;br /&gt;into everything and everyone we touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coc.org/index.fpl/1262/article/2741.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: "Troubadour: A Missionary Magazine," published by the Franciscan Missionary Society, Liverpool, UK: Spring 2005.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-7531631531002595141?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7531631531002595141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=7531631531002595141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7531631531002595141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/7531631531002595141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/franciscan-christmas-blessing-for.html' title='A Franciscan Christmas Blessing for Justice and Peace'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-6367839874544226249</id><published>2007-06-06T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:39:18.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmaxQ0npEgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F0cvU-Hk2y4/s1600-h/husband+encouragement.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936932840378882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmaxQ0npEgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F0cvU-Hk2y4/s320/husband+encouragement.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Creative things is easy to come up with for my husband. Although he loves stability and is a great Presbyterian because "we've always done it that way" he is very creative in the kitchen and with additions to the house to bring pleasure or solve a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;For example, when the kids were small, we wanted a place for them to play outside, but still be in a sheltered or confined space. So... He created and built a tree house. The door hinged to allow them playing outside in hot or cold temps. They could put the door up in summer to allow air to freely circulate -- or keep it down in the fall / winter when we need protection from the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;In the kitchen he will often follow recipe, but sometimes he changes it just a bit to adapt to preferred flavors or avoid allergy items. He takes a complicated recipe as a challenge -- not to be avoided, but to enjoy the making and eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;For his job, creativity prompted his video taping the services -- including not only the text to our readings, but also the melody line. Some who watch the tape have commented on all the he includes -- thereby enabling them to enjoy and participate in the worship service when broadcast on TV (local channel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Today I go home after visiting my daughter, her husband, and my wonderful grandchild. All that we have seen for encouraging our husband has been much on my mind, but have been putting it into place through e-mails and thoughts. This challenge encourages me to be more expressive -- typically I hold back thinking that the timing is wrong or that he needs his space. On Sunday I thought of Eve in the garden -- listening to the serpent's twisting of what she had been told. How often have I been listening to the wrong voice in making decisions within our relationship? Do I freely give through God's leading or do I make excuses for what is uncomfortable for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;One of the memory verses on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)" href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;InLightofTheTruth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;is Psalm 86:11 -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Teach me Your way, O Lord, and I will walk in Your truth. Give me an undivided heart that I may fear Your name. I praise you, O Lord, my God, with all my heart. I will glorify Your name forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt; -- reminds me that a relationship is a continuing process. He can teach us daily to build a husband / wife relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-6367839874544226249?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6367839874544226249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6367839874544226249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6367839874544226249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6367839874544226249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-encouragement-challenge-day-6.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge Day 6'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RmaxQ0npEgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F0cvU-Hk2y4/s72-c/husband+encouragement.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-2209657153093127716</id><published>2007-06-03T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:39:34.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><title type='text'>Husband Encouragement Challenge</title><content type='html'>The concept of joining with others in a challenge that can change relations (in a positive way) is exciting! Right now I am visiting my daughter, her husband, and Eli (my grandchild), so my "work" with this husband challenge is long-distance for a few days. Still I find it meaningful to participate in encouragement of him and to him -- just not face-to-face quite yet. My husband is wonderful in many ways! He helps with chores, bakes bread (which I LOVE fresh out of the oven), and cooks on his day off or when we use the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge for me comes with the negative thoughts when things don't go quite my way. Why can't it be done MY way? God has been showing me that these thoughts are selfish -- I am looking at myself way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, but for now these are my thoughts in thankfulness for a challenge that will help my relationship with one that is very important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-2209657153093127716?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2209657153093127716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=2209657153093127716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2209657153093127716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/2209657153093127716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/06/husband-challenge.html' title='Husband Encouragement Challenge'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-3097761604472237773</id><published>2007-05-30T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:50:24.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><title type='text'>The Rural Church</title><content type='html'>We recently received a link to a writing with encouragement for working within the rural church. I loved the words, for often I get lost in feeling unproductive and having no impact on lives around me. This writing points out at the end, "When it is all said and done, we are going to be thrilled at the way God has used the out-of-the-way places, the forgotten places, to do some of His most significant things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I thought of summarizing the three points, his style allowed me to sit back and think of what is actually taking place with God as master and creator. I hope that you also take a peak at another aspect of God's work within the world -- even in a rural setting. &lt;a href="http://www.ccwonline.org/rural.html"&gt;Jim Eliff's &lt;em&gt;The Rural Church Dilemma&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-3097761604472237773?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3097761604472237773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=3097761604472237773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3097761604472237773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3097761604472237773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/05/rural-church.html' title='The Rural Church'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-5400514798375961634</id><published>2007-05-10T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:40:30.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RkMvitUtp6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFFL7mwJJro/s1600-h/ThankfulThursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062942679423100834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RkMvitUtp6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFFL7mwJJro/s320/ThankfulThursday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thess&lt;/span&gt;. 5:16-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last week I tried to come up with a list and it was actually very hard. This week, my daughter (Sarah -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inlightofthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In Light of the Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;) encouraged me to put something down -- just keep it simple if I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God ask any more from us than to give back to Him our thanks and praise? With that, I come to Him with these items for which I am thankful:&lt;br /&gt;* Sunshine, flowers, blossoms on trees and green grass.&lt;br /&gt;* Summer vacation -- the semester is completed and I do not teach summer sessions this year.&lt;br /&gt;* Extended family that gives places to go for vacation. =) (We leave tomorrow for Houston.)&lt;br /&gt;* Studying economics is going smoother than I had imagined. (Studying for an accounting test -- economics is included, but this area is not easy for me.)&lt;br /&gt;* Feet that enable me to walk, ears to hear, and hands for touching.&lt;br /&gt;* Parents that I love.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt; -- my grandson who reminds me of the steps in learning development.&lt;br /&gt;* Children that love and serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;* Husband that loves me. (Today is our anniversary...)&lt;br /&gt;* Brothers and sisters in Christ who encourage just by being there.&lt;br /&gt;* I am thankful, Lord God, for your hand that moves. Thank you for being a God that knows His people and cares for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/"&gt;Iris &lt;/a&gt;for more links on this &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?p=578"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7654056708427767247-5400514798375961634?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5400514798375961634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=5400514798375961634' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5400514798375961634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/5400514798375961634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/05/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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://bp0.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RkMvitUtp6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFFL7mwJJro/s72-c/ThankfulThursday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-6986442777191821557</id><published>2007-05-03T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:51:46.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>This week finishes a semester at school. All seem thankful to set behind assignments, certain people, deadlines, not having enough time, etc. The drudgery of it all is about to come to a close. Yipee! Summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked what will I do this summer -- am I teaching any courses? Will I do traveling, they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading someone's blog today, I did get to thinking -- just what will I do this summer? Sure, I have plans to study for an accounting exam that I will be taking. And yes, I plan to travel to see family and friends. But what is the most important item to include this summer? Will it be cleaning the house? Or finishing scrapbooks and sorting pictures into albums? Taking lots of walks or going for bike rides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is for me to remember what is most important. What do I hope to do each day? Although I like to think that I daily read God's Word, I noticed that I am still working on the book of Jeremiah. If I read a chapter a day, those 52 chapters would have been finished last August -- yeah, August of 2006. So where do I put my priorities? Why do I make excuses? Why do I get distracted by reading the paper or a magazine rather than focusing on life to my Spiritual Soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will summer bring? May the activities be things like:&lt;br /&gt;1) Finishing the book of Jeremiah&lt;br /&gt;2) Volunteering my hands, feet and voice to sharing Christ's love&lt;br /&gt;3) Devoting myself to prayer&lt;br /&gt;4) Reading God's Word daily&lt;br /&gt;5) Praising Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the midst of cleaning or sorting pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-6986442777191821557?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6986442777191821557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=6986442777191821557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6986442777191821557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/6986442777191821557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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-7654056708427767247.post-4912148119779744903</id><published>2007-04-22T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:41:25.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Psalm'/><title type='text'>Sunday Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056257298303335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RitvOT5Yu-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MZtfqHkcopE/s400/Mountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4p5JENqgMU/RitvOT5Yu-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MZtfqHkcopE/s1600-h/Mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will lift my eyes to the mountains;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;From whence shall my help come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My help comes from the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Who made heaven and earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He will not allow your foot to slip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He who keeps you will not slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Behold, He who keeps Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Will neither slumber nor sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Lord is your keeper;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Lord is your shade on your right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The sun will not smite you by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nor the moon by night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Lord will protect you from all evil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He will keep your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;From this time forth and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7654056708427767247-4912148119779744903?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4912148119779744903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=4912148119779744903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4912148119779744903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/4912148119779744903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-psalm-psalm-121.html' title='Sunday Psalm'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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/_E4p5JENqgMU/RitvOT5Yu-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MZtfqHkcopE/s72-c/Mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654056708427767247.post-3204639345261486629</id><published>2007-04-18T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:50:42.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to me'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;This blog is new for me... New in many ways. Typically I focus on God, family and job. My goal is for this blog to help me connect with others in service to Him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say... More to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654056708427767247-3204639345261486629?l=servantbecca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3204639345261486629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654056708427767247&amp;postID=3204639345261486629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3204639345261486629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654056708427767247/posts/default/3204639345261486629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servantbecca.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Servant Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01629093983630694892</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>
