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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

This Age Old Battle



It’s an age old battle…
Am I a Martha?…or a Mary?
Most of us tend toward one or the other…
Serving…doing…like a Martha…
Or sitting…studying…like a Mary.
But I wonder…do we have to be one or the other?
Or does God want us to be a mix…a blend of both?

Doesn't He long for us...
 To know when it is time to sit at His feet...
To pull away and be alone with Him.
Doesn’t He also long for us...
To hear Him calling us onward to be His hands and feet…
Maybe to move outside our comfort zone wherever He leads.

As I was pondering and reading…
I came across these quotes…
and maybe they speak best to this quandary.

“Love is the only root from which blossom both action and contemplation, it is the only force which nourishes these two activities simultaneous, …blending the two into perfect harmony, this enable them to bear the best fruit…spring from the same stem of love,…
action and contemplation are fused on in perfect love.” Divine Intimacy
Picture courtesy of the gifted Patricia @ Pollywog Creek

“When we are planted in love…fruit does come from the same stem. When alone with God…prayer nourishes our soul and deepens our desire to action. 
When we are in action…
our souls turn inward…looking to Him to provide all we need to do His good works…
neither place dominates the otherboth draws us deeper into His heart of love and abiding grace.”  Divine Intimacy

Both drawing us deeper into His heart…
Whether sitting at His feet…
Or being His feet…
Both deepening His Love and abiding Grace in us.
Isn’t this what we all truly long for?

So maybe instead of saying…I am a Mary…I am a Martha…
maybe we can be Marytha or Marthay.

So thankful to be learning....Thanksliving is not a holiday....but a way of life....


Brothers


My parents watching their grandson play basketball.


BIL...I how countless number of pictures of him sound asleep on the floor. 





College friends just hanging out...such a blessing~


~4483~4500~


~lunch with a life-long friend
~In-laws (loves)  sweet time spent together
~watching my niece play volleyball
~her team winning their conference championship
~brother and sister – in-love raking our yard for us…a true labor of love
~crossword puzzles together
~so thankful for google ☺
~watching my son play basketball
~ daughter-in-love riding to the game with us
~son bringing a bunch of college friends  home for the day
~beautiful fall day for everyone to come
~cooking for this crew
~a full weekend of people in our home
~God’s nearness
~on-line community
~ looking forward to Thanksgiving celebrations
~Ellie coming to town ☺

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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Five Minute Friday...Quiet


Five Minute Friday


Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...


You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God. 1 Peter 3:4


I think from the moment I became a Christian…
 I longed to have a quiet and gentle spirit.
For too many years I tried to conform myself…
  Mold myself to a false ideal...
 of a quiet and gentle spirit.

I tried to be soft spoken…but my northeastern roots interfered with this act.
I tried not to talk too much…well…that did not work either…
I finally decided to let go…and stop trying to conform myself to an image…
I stopped the striving…
and started praying…
Letting go of my ideals…
letting God conform me to His.
Letting Him teach me…define for me…
His idea of a quiet, gentle spirit …
And I now know…it is not necessarily an outward quietness…
But more importantly it is a quietness of spirit…
A quietness that lets God speak…a quietness of mind…of heart…
A quietness that yields to God’s will…
A quietness that can Be Still and Know that He is God.
And as my spirit becomes quieted…
                                  my heart ,my mind and my spirit are gentled as well. 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Two Fathers Call Me Friend




I have traveled down a long, rocky road to reach this hallowed seat I took today…
Me, my Dad…and my Heavenly Abba…
Sitting together…
Me learning to trust…
Me hearing the sweetest words imaginable.

My Dad and I meet for a weekly lunch date.
He has reached out to me in this way ever since he and my mom moved back...
 to be surrounded by their children…grandchildren and now great grandchildren.
One thing I have learned over the years …
Love and forgiveness can truly cover a multitude…
And can lead to a “promised land”…
A promised land no longer filled with giants…
But a land flowing with milk and honey.

This lunch date, he is sharing his heart…
worries about losing his health insurance…
concerns about making funeral arrangements.
(I love that he can talk of dying while he fully lives)
He shares intimate words between he and my mom.
He shares a part of himself with me in ways I have never known…
And, to be honest, could not have dreamt in a million years.

As he finished sharing his heart with me…
He paused, looked deeply into my eyes…
And spoke to me the most beautiful words…
“I share these things with you because you are my friend.”
Tears well up even now as I write these next words.
HE CONSIDERS ME HIS FRIEND.

If you knew all the twists and turns that have brought us to this place…
You too would be amazed.
This gift of friendship…
No longer just his daughter…
But now, his friend.

I am humbled and honored…
and count it a most blessed privilege.
My heart’s desire has been to “finish” well with my parents….
to love them honorably…
so this part of their journey would be filled with love and grace.
But when I heard these words…
“…you are my friend”,
something deeper was touched…
A deeper desire awakened to walk more closely…
Giving myself to their service as they turn the calendar to their 88th year.

As I have shared before…
God uses the physical world to teach me about the spiritual world.
Almost simultaneously, as I hear my earthly Dad call me friend…
This scripture speaks to my heart…
I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn't confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. John 15:15

Right there in the middle of Panera…
I have a moment…
Maybe experiencing what it would be like…
To have my Abba Dad look me right in the eyes…
Right into down into my heart…
And tell me…
“ I tell you these things because you are my friend.”

Just as my heart was filled with a deepening love toward my Dad…
to honor him…to love and serve him,
my heart is filled with a deepening love…
to honor Him…to love and serve my Abba Dad…
because He calls me friend.

Greater love has no one than this…
That he lay down his life for his friends. John 51:13

Words fail to express all that transacted in my heart on this seemingly ordinary day.
But this I know, my sisters…
He desires to call us “friends”.
To build an intimate relationship with Him…
Not only one where we share our deepest desires with Him…
But, oh this glorious thought…
That He desires to share the deepest places of His heart with us…
Us His daughters…
Us His friends.

Continuing to count all the ways of His love...with words and pictures


Celebrating my Mom’s 88th birthday...she is amazing!!


Daughter’s first basketball game of the year.
Oh...they thought they could bribe Ellie from her Lolli...never :)

Local friends coming to watch and visit:)
And is happened to be where Ellie...
oh and of-course my daughter and son-in-love live.

Just hanging with Pop.


Teaching her young...TNU is # 1 :)
                                                                        ~4443~4463~
~Monday morning breakfast with hubby
~celebrating my Mom’s 88th birthday
~my Mom sharing her heart
~my Mom’s health and vibrant life
~watching son play basketball
~Fall weather
~my first on-line book club
~becoming more comfortable with my “on-line life” and “real -life” merging
~watching God’s Spirit minister
~wisdom that comes right when it’s needed
~breakfast with a friend…sweet fellowship
~3 hr. car ride alone with hubby ☺
~Ellie time ☺ ☺
~morning snuggles!
~daughter’s basketball game
~friends coming to watch
~getting to babysit Ellie Saturday night
~just the 3 of us traveling home…a new season of life
~sweet conversations…such a gift
~safe travels