<?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-5387397625300840549</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:10:25.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Loved</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and writings of Melanie Wilber © 2009-2012.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-5980822818948169359</id><published>2012-01-26T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:10:25.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"It is finished...Peace be with you."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;John 19:30; 20:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last words that Jesus speaks before His death are, &lt;i&gt;"It is finished."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;And the first words He speaks to His disciples following His resurrection are, &lt;i&gt;"Peace be with you."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Jesus came to proclaim and demonstrate God's love. &amp;nbsp;And not coincidentally, He came to bring us freedom and peace. &amp;nbsp;He died to demonstrate the power of love over hate, submission over revenge, and peace over fear. &amp;nbsp;He came to talk about these principles, and He came to live them. &amp;nbsp;Did the power of love back up His message? &amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;Death didn't have the last word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I wonder, how many Christians who believe in the death and resurrection of Jesus actually have peace? &amp;nbsp;When Jesus appeared to His disciples in that locked room, they were terrified. &amp;nbsp;They were hiding-out, and with good reason. &amp;nbsp;They had seen Jesus be crucified, and they feared they were next. &amp;nbsp;Fear is the absence of peace, and when He appeared to them in their confused and terrified state, He offered them what they needed most. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Peace be with you,"&lt;/i&gt; He said. &amp;nbsp;And then He breathed on them and said, &lt;i&gt;"Receive the Holy Spirit."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;He wasn't offering them a momentary peace, but a lasting peace: the promise that God would always be with them. &amp;nbsp;It was finished. &amp;nbsp;The work had been done. &amp;nbsp;The full extent of His love had been shown, and the way of love had won! &amp;nbsp;There was nothing more to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus offered them peace, and He also informed them of their mission. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"As the Father has sent me, I am sending you."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Jesus came with a message of love and peace, and He was appointing them to go and do likewise--with His peace, presence, and power going with them. &amp;nbsp;He had lived the glorious path of completing the work the Father had for Him, and He wanted to help them do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His first and only "assignment" for them, if you will, was forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"If you forgive anyone their sins, they are forgiven."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;He commissioned them not to merely tell people God had forgiven them, but to demonstrate that unconditional love by being forgiving people. &amp;nbsp;He sent them with a message that was meant to be lived-out. &amp;nbsp;To not hold on to how others had oppressed and persecuted them and would do so in the future, and to not fear them or anything in this world. &amp;nbsp;Letting go of their anger and fear would bring peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How much of that reality are you experiencing? &amp;nbsp;Are your daily thoughts and actions rooted in fear, confusion, hopelessness, or anger? &amp;nbsp;Or is your heart and mind consumed with peace, love, and forgiveness? &amp;nbsp;Are you living-loved, or living-scared? &amp;nbsp;Living-loved, or living-stressed? &amp;nbsp;Living-loved, or living-bitterness? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is finished...Peace be with you...love...forgive...let go." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear? &amp;nbsp;The Lord is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-5980822818948169359?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5980822818948169359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=5980822818948169359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5980822818948169359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5980822818948169359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-3297582303258976949</id><published>2011-12-22T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:23:06.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Advertising is big business. &amp;nbsp;Wikipedia defines a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dvertising&amp;nbsp;as "a form of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communication" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Communication"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;used to encourage or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persuade" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Persuade"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;persuade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;an audience to continue or take some new action." &amp;nbsp;Most commonly this means that advertisers are trying to get us to buy stuff that we may or may not need. &amp;nbsp;We see this all year round in our consumer-based society, but Christmas is a time when they really bring out the big guns. &amp;nbsp;Special deals on products, one-day sales, limited-time offers, and let's not leave out "the newest best thing your Christmas won't be complete without!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It can be overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;With so much demanding our attention, time, and money, it's easy to get distracted from what Christmas is all about. &amp;nbsp;But I think we can also learn something from those who are demanding our attention during this Christmas season. &amp;nbsp;Letting people know what is available to them and convincing them that they need it is the key to good advertising. &amp;nbsp;And advertising is not always bad if you have something that's worth something to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Advertising at Christmas is not just a modern-day practice. &amp;nbsp;God is in the business of advertising too, and that's really what the first Christmas was all about. &amp;nbsp;He had something that people needed, and He sent messengers to proclaim the good news. &amp;nbsp;But He started way before Christmas Day. &amp;nbsp;Black Friday retailers don't have anything on God's advance planning. &amp;nbsp;Many of the Prophets of the Old Testament proclaimed that a Savior was coming hundreds of years before Jesus arrived, and months ahead of time God sent an angel to tell Mary and Joseph all about the role they would play in bringing this Savior to the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On the night of Jesus' birth, more angels came to announce His arrival and proclaim, "Peace on earth and goodwill toward men." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But this wasn't the end of God's marketing scheme. &amp;nbsp;He sent John the Baptist to "prepare the way for the Lord", and when Jesus began His public ministry, He was a walking advertisement of what God wanted the people to know and take hold of. &amp;nbsp;"The kingdom of God is near," He said. &amp;nbsp;Salvation had come. &amp;nbsp;God's mercy was alive and well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was doing some searching this week on the word "hope" in the Bible. &amp;nbsp;I was looking for some encouraging verses to share with those who need some hope in their lives because of some difficult circumstances they are facing this holiday season. &amp;nbsp;In the Old Testament I found it 70 times, used in both positive and "I have no hope" ways; and from Acts to Revelation, it is used 60 times. &amp;nbsp;But in the gospels, it occurs once, and only as a figure of speech rather than as a reference to having hope in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn't that seem odd? &amp;nbsp;When the Old Testament Prophets and Poets talked about hope, they were talking about God bringing salvation to His people, in both broad and specific ways. &amp;nbsp;Oftentimes they were talking about Jesus, the Savior that would come and deliver them. And the New Testament writers were speaking about the same thing. &amp;nbsp;And yet Jesus Himself never used the word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the reason for this is that Jesus said it a different way. &amp;nbsp;He was much more specific in how He described Himself and His role. &amp;nbsp;He didn't say, 'Your hope has come. &amp;nbsp;I have arrived,' and leave it at that. &amp;nbsp;He said, "I am the bread of life,; I am the light of the world; I am the good shepherd. &amp;nbsp;I bring healing, pardon from sin, satisfaction, eternal life, peace, joy, and everything that you truly need." &amp;nbsp;He told them about something they'd had all along. &amp;nbsp;Jesus didn't come to proclaim anything new. &amp;nbsp;He came to say, "You are loved. &amp;nbsp;You always have been, and you always will be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Prophet Isaiah proclaimed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. &amp;nbsp;And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." &amp;nbsp;(Isaiah 9:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isaiah was one of God's advertisers, and I see myself the same way. &amp;nbsp;I write to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"encourage or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persuade" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Persuade"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;persuade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;an audience to continue or take some new action." &amp;nbsp;But it's not just hype. &amp;nbsp;It's not about greed or running a successful company or inventing the newest best thing. &amp;nbsp;It's about sharing a basic truth: We are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In John 17:26, Jesus says these words to His Father during prayer: &lt;i&gt;"I have made you known to them, and I will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them, and that I myself may be in them." &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What did Jesus come to do? &amp;nbsp;He came to advertise God's love. &amp;nbsp;He came to show us what we really need. &amp;nbsp;And He's never stopped! &amp;nbsp;I encourage you to look for ways that God has displayed His love to you. &amp;nbsp;As you celebrate the Savior's birth this season, think about what God's love really means for you. &amp;nbsp;What difference has God's mercy and love meant to you in the past, and how can it make a difference today? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;Romans 15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5387397625300840549-3297582303258976949?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3297582303258976949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=3297582303258976949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3297582303258976949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3297582303258976949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-hope.html' title='Christmas Hope'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-8758747927192464217</id><published>2011-11-12T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:06:08.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Called...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know the way to the place where I am going." John 14:4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did a lot during his time of public ministry. &amp;nbsp;He preached. &amp;nbsp;He taught. &amp;nbsp;He told stories. &amp;nbsp;He healed. &amp;nbsp;He made people happy. &amp;nbsp;He made people mad. &amp;nbsp;He spent time with "sinners", He dialogued with religious leaders, He talked to women, He blessed children, and He spent a lot of time with a particular group of disciples: twelve men He called to follow Him, learn from Him, and work with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, before He returned to Heaven in front of their very eyes, He gave them instructions to do the same. &amp;nbsp;To go and make disciples, teaching them to obey His commands, and immersing them in all that God is, just as He had done. &amp;nbsp;But He didn't leave them on their own. &amp;nbsp;He had two things to offer them. &amp;nbsp;His authority in Heaven and on Earth; and His presence. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"All authority in Heaven and on Earth has been given to me, therefore go and make disciples...and I am with you always, until the end of time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in John 14 this week, and it begins gloriously. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Do not let your hearts be troubled. &amp;nbsp;Trust in God, trust also in Me."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;He goes on to talk about this 'place' He is going to. &amp;nbsp;It's a place He will prepare for them. &amp;nbsp;To go ahead of them to get everything ready, and then to return and take them to this place so they can be where He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know the place where I am going,"&lt;/i&gt; He says. &amp;nbsp;But they don't agree. &amp;nbsp;They don't seem to have any clue what He is talking about. &amp;nbsp;Is Jesus speaking in error then? &amp;nbsp;Do they really not know, or do they just think they don't know? &amp;nbsp;Since Jesus calls Himself the Truth a few verses later, I'm betting on the second one. &amp;nbsp;They knew, they simply didn't realize that they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;He responds to their confusion by saying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;"I am the way, the truth, and the life."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said the same thing at other times too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"I am the gate for the sheep. &amp;nbsp;I am the good shepherd. &amp;nbsp;I am the living water. &amp;nbsp;I am the bread of life."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;'I am, I am, I am...all that you need.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we read the Bible, we see a lot of commands. &amp;nbsp;God's instructions for right and successful living abound. &amp;nbsp;He hasn't left us in the dark about what is good and what is bad. &amp;nbsp;He tells us plainly, and we have a choice: to listen and believe, or to go our own way. &amp;nbsp;But He doesn't stop there. &amp;nbsp;He also gives the reader a reason to believe. &amp;nbsp;He does more than spout commands. &amp;nbsp;He also teaches about who He is. &amp;nbsp;He is holy. &amp;nbsp;He is just. &amp;nbsp;He is love. &amp;nbsp;He is mercy. &amp;nbsp;He is our Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is about goodness, but He is also about something else: relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know the way to the place where I am going (to prepare a place for you to be with me)...I am the way."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is He talking about? &amp;nbsp;A place of fellowship with Him. &amp;nbsp;A place called joy. &amp;nbsp;A place called peace. &amp;nbsp;A place called hope. &amp;nbsp;A place called healing. &amp;nbsp;A place called safety. &amp;nbsp;A place called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does fellowship with Jesus mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get no hard and fast description of this 'place' Jesus wants to take us, other than this: He is there. &amp;nbsp;And the key to finding this place is to know Him. &amp;nbsp;Allow me to paraphrase: 'You know the way...I am the way! &amp;nbsp;Don't you know Me after all this time? &amp;nbsp;Don't you know the Father? &amp;nbsp;You have seen us both. &amp;nbsp;Wake up!' &amp;nbsp; I think Jesus is talking about the same place, a place of fellowship with Him, when he uses the words 'eternal life'. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. &amp;nbsp;I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand." (John 10:27-28) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Do you see it? &amp;nbsp;He refers to His presence once again. &amp;nbsp;That's what it's all about: being with Him, walking with Him hand in hand, resting in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place called...You fill in the blank. &amp;nbsp;How well do you know God? &amp;nbsp;What have you allowed Jesus to be to you? &amp;nbsp;What have you allowed Him to do for you? &amp;nbsp;What are you eager to do with Him? &amp;nbsp;What more do you need to believe? &amp;nbsp;He makes fellowship with Him possible because of who He is. &amp;nbsp;Because this is what He wants more than anything. &amp;nbsp;He invites, teaches, leads, and He is there. &amp;nbsp;I simply follow, listen, trust, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-8758747927192464217?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8758747927192464217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=8758747927192464217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8758747927192464217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8758747927192464217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/11/place-called.html' title='A Place Called...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6806043330961612771</id><published>2011-10-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:00:10.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dad And His Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There once was a young boy who loved his daddy very much. &amp;nbsp;His daddy traveled a lot for his work, and when he was away, the boy missed him greatly. &amp;nbsp;For as long as the boy could remember, his daddy would be away on these business trips for a few days or weeks at a time, but he would always return, and his daddy would bring him a gift from the place he had visited. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes he brought candy from faraway lands, sometimes small toys that were unique to different cultures, and sometimes he brought special clothing. &amp;nbsp;The boy liked the toys the best, but he always looked forward to his daddy returning and seeing what he would bring him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day his daddy brought him something new and different than he ever had before. &amp;nbsp;It was a toy, but a unique one: a puzzle box from China. &amp;nbsp;His daddy explained what a puzzle box was, and they went about solving it together. &amp;nbsp;The boy was fascinated by the puzzle box, and once he knew how to solve it, he played with the puzzle box over and over. &amp;nbsp;On his next trip, his daddy decided to look for another one, and he brought a different puzzle box from another place back with him. &amp;nbsp;Once again they worked on the puzzle together and solved it, and the boy asked his daddy to bring him more. &amp;nbsp;He no longer wanted candy, clothes, or even other toys; just the puzzle boxes from anyplace his daddy could find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His daddy was happy to do so, and for awhile the pattern was the same. &amp;nbsp;The boy would greet his daddy at the door when he arrived home from one of his trips, ask if he had brought him another puzzle box, and most of the time his daddy had found one. &amp;nbsp;Some of them were easier to solve than others, but they always did them together, and they were both very happy with their new father-son activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when his daddy brought him a new puzzle box, the boy asked if he could try to solve it all by himself. &amp;nbsp;His daddy allowed him to try, and he was able to figure out the solution on his own. &amp;nbsp;The boy felt very proud of himself, and he began to ask to solve them on his own every time his daddy brought a new one home with him. &amp;nbsp;Some were simple for him, but some were very challenging. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes his daddy had to help him, but he always liked it better when he could figure out the solution on his own, and in time, as he got older, there came a time when he refused to allow his daddy to help him. &amp;nbsp;Even if it took him days or weeks to solve, he wanted to do it all by himself without any help, and his daddy respected his wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when his dad came home with a new puzzle box, the boy took it from him, went straight to his room, and he tried to solve the puzzle. &amp;nbsp;He worked on it all evening but couldn't figure it out. &amp;nbsp;He worked on it the next day and the next, but he had no success. &amp;nbsp;Weeks went by, and the puzzle remained unsolved. &amp;nbsp;He spent hours trying to figure out the right solution, becoming more and more frustrated with each passing day. &amp;nbsp;Soon his dad had to go on another trip, and when he returned he had another puzzle box to give him, but he hadn't solved the first one yet. &amp;nbsp;He tried the new one and had trouble with it as well, and both of them remained unsolved when his dad brought another, which the boy was able to solve quickly, but the other two continued to baffle him. &amp;nbsp;When his dad asked if he had solved them yet, and he had to tell him no, his dad asked if he wanted help, but he was determined to figure them out on his own. &amp;nbsp;His dad respected his wishes and asked if he wanted him to stop bringing him new ones until he had solved the others, but the boy told him to keep bringing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years went by, and his dad continued to bring the boy new puzzle boxes whenever he came across them. &amp;nbsp;Some the boy could solve easily, some were more challenging but eventually he figured them out, and others were too difficult and remained unsolved. &amp;nbsp;This frustrated the boy greatly, but he didn't want to ask his dad for help. &amp;nbsp;He doubted he could help anyway, and he didn't want his dad to be disappointed in him. &amp;nbsp;He began to lose interest in solving the new puzzle boxes when his dad brought them home, but he didn't want to say so. &amp;nbsp;He continued to solve the ones he could, but finding the solution became less and less thrilling, and his frustration over the ones he couldn't solve became greater and greater. &amp;nbsp;He began to dread his dad's return from his trips, and he often waited for his dad to come to his room with the latest puzzle box he had found rather than asking if he had brought a new one. &amp;nbsp;He always thanked him when he did and wished he was as excited about the new puzzle boxes as he used to be, but he wasn't, and one day his dad finally said something about his lack of enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't bring you any more if you don't want me to," he said, glancing around his son's room and seeing the many puzzle boxes he had brought him over the years. &amp;nbsp;He supposed his son was getting tired of them--bored with the ones that were easy to solve, and too frustrated with the ones he couldn't. &amp;nbsp;He wished his son would let him help. &amp;nbsp;Maybe they could figure them out together, but his son didn't seem to have an interest in that. &amp;nbsp;When his son didn't respond, he said something else. &amp;nbsp;"I remember when you used to love getting them, but I suppose you've outgrown that. &amp;nbsp;Maybe next time I'll get you something else. &amp;nbsp;What would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy didn't know, and he didn't respond. &amp;nbsp;He felt confused about why he didn't enjoy getting them anymore. &amp;nbsp;He didn't think it was because some of them he couldn't solve, but he did feel ashamed of that reality. &amp;nbsp;He wanted to ask his dad for help, but he didn't want to admit his failure either. &amp;nbsp;Which was dumb because his dad already knew he had never solved some of them. &amp;nbsp;He couldn't lie to him and pretend he had, because his dad would want to see how he did it, and he wouldn't be able to show him. &amp;nbsp;He felt stuck between wanting something like he used to and not wanting them because of the feelings of frustration and failure he knew he might experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad brought him something different the next time he returned from a trip, and the boy appreciated the gift, but it held little joy for him. &amp;nbsp;His dad continued to bring him a variety of things from all over the world. &amp;nbsp;Some were very expensive, and he was happy to have them, but nothing really excited him as the puzzle boxes once had. &amp;nbsp;He began to wish his dad would stop bringing him anything. &amp;nbsp;The gifts only reminded him that he had lost interest in the puzzle boxes, of his failure in solving some of them, and of his fear that his dad was disappointed by his failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the mere sight of the puzzle boxes in his room was too much to bear, and he found a large box to put them in, took the box out to the garage and set it on top of some others that had miscellaneous junk. &amp;nbsp;If his dad noticed, he didn't say anything. &amp;nbsp;Some time later his dad came home from another trip, and he came up to his room to give him what he had brought. &amp;nbsp;Opening the gift, the boy saw what it was, and he didn't know what to say. &amp;nbsp;His dad spoke before he had a chance to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got that from the same shop in China where I bought the first puzzle box I ever gave you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he said for a lack of anything better to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I talked to the shop owner and told him about being there years ago when my son was a little boy. &amp;nbsp;I said I had gotten you a puzzle box and many others from all over the world but that you had lost interest in them, so I was looking for something else. &amp;nbsp;He insisted I bring you this one anyway, free of charge, and he said we would both understand why if we did it together. &amp;nbsp;Would you like that, or would you rather not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," the boy said. &amp;nbsp;"We can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent many hours trying to solve the puzzle box, and it was a challenging one the boy didn't think he could have figured out on his own, but together they found the solution, and when they did, the boy felt a rush of joy he hadn't felt in years. &amp;nbsp;Looking up at his dad, he knew he felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never wanted to stop helping me, Dad, did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," his dad admitted. &amp;nbsp;"I was fine with you wanting to try on your own, and I was proud of you for solving them, but when you couldn't and got so frustrated, I wished you would have just let me help. &amp;nbsp;Not to let me do it for you, but for us to try and figure it out together. &amp;nbsp;That's what it was always about for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy knew he felt the same way. &amp;nbsp;It was late, and he went to bed, but the following afternoon when he arrived home from school, he went straight to the garage and found the puzzle boxes he had put away. &amp;nbsp;Taking them inside, he unpacked them all, and after dinner when his dad was home, he asked him to come to his room to see what he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your way of saying you want me to help you with the ones you couldn't solve on your own?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I also want to do the ones I did solve, but with you this time instead of without you. &amp;nbsp;I may have solved them, but I missed out on the best thing of all. &amp;nbsp;Doing them with you. &amp;nbsp;Doing them together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad smiled. &amp;nbsp;"Yes, I missed that too, son," he replied. &amp;nbsp;"I didn't want to say anything when you started doing them on your own, but it was never the same after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For me too," the boy realized. &amp;nbsp;"I didn't see that at the time, but now I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, which one should we try first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked around at his collection, and as soon as his eyes fell on one of them, he knew that was the best place to start. &amp;nbsp;Taking it from the shelf, he took the puzzle box to his dad and placed it in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this the one from Thailand? &amp;nbsp;The first one you were never able to solve?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the boy said. &amp;nbsp;"Seems like the best place to start to me. &amp;nbsp;It will keep us busy for weeks, trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad smiled and agreed. &amp;nbsp;"Sounds like fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both laughed, and the boy had never felt such joy. &amp;nbsp;He loved puzzle boxes. &amp;nbsp;He loved the time he spent trying to figure them out. &amp;nbsp;He loved solving them, and he loved the challenge of it. &amp;nbsp;But he loved his dad even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus replied, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. &amp;nbsp;This is the first and greatest commandment." &amp;nbsp;Matthew 22: 37-38&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-6806043330961612771?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6806043330961612771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6806043330961612771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Am the Resurrection and the Life. &amp;nbsp;Those who put their faith in Me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives and has faith in Me will never die." John 11: 25-26&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days, I have been reading the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. &amp;nbsp;It's a remarkable story, to say the least. &amp;nbsp;It's also an intriguing one. &amp;nbsp;There's more to it than Jesus simply raising a man from the dead. &amp;nbsp;More than Jesus giving Mary and Martha their brother back. &amp;nbsp;And more than giving us the promise of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that Jesus is away from his friends when Lazarus becomes ill. &amp;nbsp;Word was sent to Jesus to come, but instead of going right away to heal Lazarus, He waits until his friend dies. &amp;nbsp;Then He goes to Bethany, telling His disciples beforehand that He is going to show them something glorious when they get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon their arrival they are greeted by Martha, who promptly tells Jesus, &lt;i&gt;"If you had been here, my brother would not have died."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;She also says something peculiar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;She doesn't actually voice what she would ask for, but Jesus knows and gives her a very assuring answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Your brother will rise again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martha answered, "I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her heart she is hoping for something else, but she's afraid to ask for it directly, and she doesn't think Jesus could possibly mean what she is secretly wishing could happen, that her brother would be brought back to life here and now right before her eyes. &amp;nbsp;Only a crazy person would believe such a thing was actually possible. &amp;nbsp;Life after death someday...somehow that seems possible, but life today...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that by now people were becoming used to Jesus performing miracles of healing the sick. &amp;nbsp;And when word was sent to Jesus that a good friend of His was ill and dying, there was an expectation that Jesus would come and heal Him. &amp;nbsp;And yet He doesn't. &amp;nbsp;Not this time. &amp;nbsp;Instead He waits until death has come, and then He goes "to wake him up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus could bring healing, there was no doubt about that, but could He go one step further? &amp;nbsp;Could He not only prevent death but also overcome it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And He did. &amp;nbsp;Death was not the end for Lazarus, and He tells Martha plainly that death is not the end for anyone who puts their faith in Him. &amp;nbsp;This is one of the fundamental beliefs of the Christian faith. &amp;nbsp;Life after death. &amp;nbsp;This world is not all there is. &amp;nbsp;Life was meant to be lived eternally. &amp;nbsp;That's the hope we have in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about now? &amp;nbsp;What hope do we have for this life on earth as we know it? &amp;nbsp;When Jesus says, &lt;i&gt;"I Am the Resurrection and the Life,"&lt;/i&gt; what does that mean for us today? &amp;nbsp;I think there is a spiritual principle we can draw from His words beyond the truth that there is life after death and that "someday" we will experience such a phenomenon. &amp;nbsp;We can also find life after death now. &amp;nbsp;What do I mean by that? &amp;nbsp;I mean that there are things in this life that are similar to death. &amp;nbsp;The Bible tells us that &lt;i&gt;"the wages of sin is death."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;And this death can take many forms. &amp;nbsp;Mistakes, poor choices, and outright sins always have negative results at some point. &amp;nbsp;We have all experienced that reality. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you are there now. &amp;nbsp;Maybe as a result of one mistake, or maybe as a result of many. &amp;nbsp;But here's the hope: you don't have to stay there. &amp;nbsp;Putting your faith in Jesus not only means that you will overcome death to live eternally, but also that you can overcome sin and live today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Am the Resurrection and the Life. &amp;nbsp;Those who put their faith in Me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives and has faith in Me will never die."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though "death" comes, life is still waiting. &amp;nbsp;Jesus promises that. &amp;nbsp;And for those who choose to live in the reality of God's love, mercy, and truth: death can be avoided all together. &amp;nbsp;The pit of sin and shame and hopelessness need not ever be visited again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having faith in Him is about more than just forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;Mercy is the first gift, but there is so much more to this "life" Jesus gives than mere forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;There is power to overcome sin. &amp;nbsp;There is something waiting on the &amp;nbsp;other side of "death" that sins have caused. &amp;nbsp;No, you haven't done everything perfectly, but it's okay. &amp;nbsp;Yes, you really messed that up, but you can go on from here and choose a new path. &amp;nbsp;Wrongs can be righted. &amp;nbsp;Good things can still happen. &amp;nbsp;That sin you don't think you can shake, you can! &amp;nbsp;You can still have hope for the future no matter how bleak things are now. &amp;nbsp;You can rise from the ashes. &amp;nbsp;You can hear Jesus calling to you in the grave saying, "Come out. &amp;nbsp;I Am the Resurrection and the Life. &amp;nbsp;This is not the end for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count yourself out of a blessed life. &amp;nbsp;It's never too late to rise again. &amp;nbsp;Have faith in Him. &amp;nbsp;Have faith in His love. &amp;nbsp;Have faith in His power. &amp;nbsp;Have faith in His ability to do the impossible for you. &amp;nbsp;Because He can, and He will. &amp;nbsp;Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If calamity comes upon us...we will stand in your presence and cry out to you in our distress and you will hear and save us." 2 Chronicles 20:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-520549046029317904?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/520549046029317904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-4384000284341736517</id><published>2011-09-23T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:24:19.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Will Set You Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. &amp;nbsp;When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies." &amp;nbsp;John 8:44&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices. &amp;nbsp;We all have to make them. &amp;nbsp;We make choices daily. &amp;nbsp;Some are minor and insignificant in the grand scheme of life. &amp;nbsp;What to wear, what to make for dinner, what book to read next. &amp;nbsp;(Well, that might be significant depending on the book.) &amp;nbsp;And then there are the more crucial decisions. &amp;nbsp;Choices we make at work that may be the difference between keeping our job or losing it. &amp;nbsp;How we treat other people and what we say to them. &amp;nbsp;(Our words and actions often affect others more than we know.) &amp;nbsp;Behavior choices are a biggie, i.e. doing the "right" thing. &amp;nbsp;And we often have to make a choice about what the right thing is. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it's obvious, but other choices are more gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most choices we face, however, aren't something we decide in the moment. &amp;nbsp;Many choices we make out of habit, because that's the way we've always done it, and we've never thought about doing it any different. &amp;nbsp;Or our choices may be rooted in our preferences. &amp;nbsp;(I wear pink a lot because I like pink and people say it's a good color on me.) &amp;nbsp;Or we make choices based on our beliefs. &amp;nbsp;I write daily because I enjoy it, but I also write because I believe it's something God has gifted and called me to do. &amp;nbsp;I also spend a lot of time at home with my family because I'm most happy here and because I value the time I spend with them. &amp;nbsp;It matters. &amp;nbsp;It's important. &amp;nbsp;I choose to do these things not out of spontaneity or mere habit, but rather because of the way I think on a deep level. &amp;nbsp;And most choices that we make, whether we realize it or not, we make based on what we really believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John 8 we find a lengthy conversation between Jesus and some who claimed to believe in Him. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if they made some kind of outward display of their belief such as getting baptized or wearing their new Jesus Saves t-shirts, but somehow they express a desire to follow Him and Jesus challenges them on their sincerity. &amp;nbsp;First he offers them a promise. &amp;nbsp;He says, &lt;i&gt;"If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. &amp;nbsp;Then you will know the truth and the truth will set you free." &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Great news, right? &amp;nbsp;Well, some of them didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We are Abraham's descendants and have never been slaves of anyone. &amp;nbsp;How can you say that we shall be free?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin...I know you are Abraham's descendants, yet you are ready to kill me, because you have no room for my word."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wasn't looking at them based on the outward faith they were proclaiming to have. &amp;nbsp;He was looking into their hearts. &amp;nbsp;What they were saying didn't match what they were thinking, and He knew that. &amp;nbsp;How? &amp;nbsp;His Father had told Him so. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"I am telling you what I have seen in my Father's presence." (vs. 38)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And He believed His Father over their own words of belief. &amp;nbsp;They thought they knew who He was and that they truly believed, but He knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were sincere to some extent. &amp;nbsp;They wanted to believe, but something was preventing them from doing so. &amp;nbsp;Jesus says that they couldn't believe because they didn't really know God. &amp;nbsp;They thought they were following their Father, Yahweh, whom their ancestors had followed, but they were instead following the father of lies, the devil. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"If I tell the truth, why do you not believe me? &amp;nbsp;He who is of God hears God's words, therefore you do not hear; because you are not of God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does all of this have to do with making choices? &amp;nbsp;Everything. &amp;nbsp;To make right choices, we need to know the facts. &amp;nbsp;We need the correct information. &amp;nbsp;We need to know what God wants for us, and not only know it, but believe it. &amp;nbsp;God wants wonderful things for you. &amp;nbsp;He wants you to have peace and joy. &amp;nbsp;He wants you to enjoy the benefits of love--receiving and giving it. &amp;nbsp;He wants you to live in freedom from sin: from past sins and the regret or guilt involved, and to avoid sin in the first place so you don't have to go through the pain of negative consequences. &amp;nbsp;Jesus came to give us these things. &amp;nbsp;His Father sent Him to show His mercy and to teach us what is good and right and worth following Him for. &amp;nbsp;These are the facts. &amp;nbsp;Jesus spoke the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am the light of the world. &amp;nbsp;Whoever follows me will never walk in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;darkness but will have the light of life." (John 8:12)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I tell you the truth, if anyone keeps my word he will never see death." (John 8:51)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8:36)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing the truth sets us free, but believing the lies of the enemy is a death sentence. &amp;nbsp;Listening to the lies of the devil chokes the soul. &amp;nbsp;It suffocates us. &amp;nbsp;What lies are you believing? &amp;nbsp;That you're not good enough, not valuable, and not loved? &amp;nbsp;That you can't escape the sin that has a hold on you? &amp;nbsp;That you're not forgiven and never will be? &amp;nbsp;That you can't make a difference? &amp;nbsp;That you're a failure? &amp;nbsp;That God's ways are not the best ways? &amp;nbsp;That He doesn't care about your needs? &amp;nbsp;That He will fail you? &amp;nbsp;That you don't matter? &amp;nbsp;That He won't answer your prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing the father of lies leads to sin, fear. discouragement, despair, depression, guilt, pain, heartbreak, disappointment, and failure, or a feeling of failure. &amp;nbsp;(Be careful to distinguish between the two.) &amp;nbsp;If any of these feelings are all too familiar to you, take heart, you don't have to live under them another day, another minute, another second. &amp;nbsp;Believe God. &amp;nbsp;Don't believe the enemy. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Resist the devil and he will flee from you.' &amp;nbsp;(James 4:7) &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;How do you know when you are believing the truth? &amp;nbsp;It will set you free, and you will know it. &amp;nbsp;You will feel the difference in your heart, and you will see the difference in the choices you make. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am telling you what I have seen in the Father's presence."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;He has told me what you need to hear. &amp;nbsp;I believe Him, and I wrote it. &amp;nbsp;I hope you're listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. &amp;nbsp;I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly." --Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-4384000284341736517?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4384000284341736517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4384000284341736517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4384000284341736517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4384000284341736517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-will-set-you-free.html' title='The Truth Will Set You Free'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-9105844057276840736</id><published>2011-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:34:36.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world." John 6:33&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a familiar story in my devotions today, and the precious truth of it hit me afresh. &amp;nbsp;It spoke of God's tender love and mercy toward us. &amp;nbsp;It reminded me that Jesus came to give us life. &amp;nbsp;It emphasized the reality that He always has a better way for us than we have for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At dawn Jesus appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. &amp;nbsp;The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought a woman caught in adultery. &amp;nbsp;They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. &amp;nbsp;In the Law, Moses commanded us to stone such women. &amp;nbsp;Now what do you say?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop for a moment and imagine this woman's fear, humiliation, and pain. &amp;nbsp;She has been taken from who-knows-where and thrust before a crowd where her secret sin is exposed for all to hear. &amp;nbsp;Alone. &amp;nbsp;In front of Jesus, whom she may or may not have heard about; but still, He's a rabbi. &amp;nbsp;A man of God. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;Talk about being up a creek without a paddle. &amp;nbsp;Or rather, in an ocean with no boat. &amp;nbsp;Her life is in jeopardy here--literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably didn't know this, but she is being used as a pawn, as the next sentence in the narrative tells us: &lt;i&gt;They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him (Jesus).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Jesus doesn't give in to their tactics, however. &amp;nbsp;He has a point to make. &amp;nbsp;A very important point. &amp;nbsp;And He makes it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. &amp;nbsp;When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them. &amp;nbsp;"If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her." &amp;nbsp;Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At this, those who heard began to to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. &amp;nbsp;Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? &amp;nbsp;Has no one condemned you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No one, sir," she said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. &amp;nbsp;"Go now and leave your life of sin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that the ones who initially accused this woman of wrongdoing ended up feeling convicted of their own sins and left in defeat, while the woman who had been accused was able to leave in forgiveness and restoration. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that just the way of Jesus? &amp;nbsp;When we think we're so right, He tells us differently. &amp;nbsp;And when we know we're wrong and think we're doomed, He tells us otherwise. &amp;nbsp;Either way, He is always right. &amp;nbsp;But the question is, what do we do with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little miffed that John doesn't tell us what this woman did following her encounter with Jesus. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps he didn't know. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps he never saw this woman again. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe she became one of Jesus' disciples too, and he fails to mention that. &amp;nbsp;But since we don't know, here are the two possibilities: &amp;nbsp;She continued on with her life as it already was, or she did as Jesus told her, to go and leave her life of sin, and her life completely changed. &amp;nbsp;Notice that Jesus didn't question whether or not she had done something wrong. &amp;nbsp;He knew what kind of life she was living, but condemning her for it wasn't on His agenda. &amp;nbsp;He simply wanted her to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that she did go and leave her life of sin. &amp;nbsp;That she chose a better path for herself. &amp;nbsp;That she began to live a life of purity, dignity, and hope. &amp;nbsp;That she was restored, made whole, and found the life God had for her. &amp;nbsp;That she took back what the "thief" had stolen from her and found the abundant life Jesus said He came to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Go now and leave your life of sin."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;What do those words mean to you? &amp;nbsp;What things do you need to leave behind? &amp;nbsp;What has you caught in an endless cycle of shame, regret, anger, disappointment, fear, discontentment, pain...etc. &amp;nbsp;Where can you go from here? &amp;nbsp;Jesus isn't seeking to condemn you. &amp;nbsp;He just wants you to choose a different path for yourself. &amp;nbsp;He called himself the Bread of God who gives life to the world. &amp;nbsp;He came to give this woman that life. &amp;nbsp;He came to give you that life. &amp;nbsp;I pray that you will live forgiven, loved, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly." --Jesus (John 10:10)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-9105844057276840736?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9105844057276840736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=9105844057276840736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/9105844057276840736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/9105844057276840736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-bread-of-god-is-he-who-comes-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-4277029874928252669</id><published>2011-09-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:32:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sitting down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have the people sit down." John 6:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been lost? &amp;nbsp;If you have, you know how it feels. &amp;nbsp;You know where you want to be, but you don't know how to get there. &amp;nbsp;Which direction to go. &amp;nbsp;Which signs to follow. &amp;nbsp;You feel confused and disoriented. &amp;nbsp;Your mind tries to put the puzzle-pieces together to bridge the gap between where you are and where you need to be. &amp;nbsp;But it's not easy. &amp;nbsp;It's slow-going. &amp;nbsp;It's a trial and error process. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Take this street--no that's not right. &amp;nbsp;Oh, great. &amp;nbsp;Where am I? &amp;nbsp;This doesn't look like a good neighborhood.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes, it might even be scary, leaving you feeling panicked and making quick decisions that make it worse, not better. &amp;nbsp;Being lost is a place none of us want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides finding ourselves lost in a physical locality sense, we also may feel this way about life. &amp;nbsp;We may wonder what we are supposed to be doing. &amp;nbsp;How to make money and how to spend it. &amp;nbsp;What to make a priority and what to let go. &amp;nbsp;Who to spend time with. &amp;nbsp;Who to follow. &amp;nbsp;How to find happiness, peace, fulfillment, and purpose. &amp;nbsp;And, just like when we're lost in an unfamiliar area, we have similar feelings of confusion, frustration, and maybe even panic. &amp;nbsp;The puzzle-pieces aren't fitting together right. &amp;nbsp;We're not where we want to be, and no matter which way we turn, we can't seem to get there. &amp;nbsp;Even seemingly good solutions, tested and tried by others, don't work for us. &amp;nbsp;We may go about life, acting as if we know exactly where we are and where we're going, maybe even believing it ourselves, and yet in reality, we're lost. &amp;nbsp;Like sheep without a shepherd, Jesus would say. &amp;nbsp;Or in more modern-day terms, like athletes without a coach; workers without a boss; students without a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said this about the people living in Israel during the time of His public ministry, and their aimless wandering had been going on for quite some time. &amp;nbsp;That's one of the reasons why He came. &amp;nbsp;He came to lead the people, His people, on the right path. &amp;nbsp;The path of truth, love, and peace. &amp;nbsp;And He did this in various ways. &amp;nbsp;He taught them by using the ancient Scriptures; &amp;nbsp;He taught them by proclaiming the "good news"; He taught them by telling stories (parables); And He taught them by example. &amp;nbsp;He spoke about the love of God, and He showed them that same compassion. &amp;nbsp;He spoke about God's ways, and He lived by them. &amp;nbsp;He pointed out the wrongful thinking of the religious elite, and He did it differently. &amp;nbsp;He claimed to be the Son of God, and He proved it by the things He said, the miracles He performed, and His victory over sin and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about one of these miracles this week, and I "heard" something that I hadn't taken much notice of before. &amp;nbsp;In John 6, Jesus and His disciples cross the Sea of Galilee to a remote place and hike up a mountainside. &amp;nbsp;A large crowd follows them, and Jesus asks one of His disciples, &lt;i&gt;"Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?"&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Philip doesn't think such a thing is even possible, claiming it would cost way too much money to feed them, even something cheap like bread. &amp;nbsp;Andrew has a little more optimism, seeing a boy with some bread and fish in his picnic basket, but hardly enough to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, of course, has a plan. &amp;nbsp;He knows what He is capable of and that He is not limited by natural means. &amp;nbsp;If you know this story, you know what He does. &amp;nbsp;He takes the small amount of food and miraculously multiples it to feed everyone and have plenty of leftovers. &amp;nbsp;Through this story we draw out truths about Jesus and His miraculous power, and we also see that He simply cares about these people. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't want them to go hungry. &amp;nbsp;He knows their need, and He is willing to meet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond their physical need for food, He also gives them something else. &amp;nbsp;A need for rest. &amp;nbsp;They have traveled a long way. &amp;nbsp;Some may have come to be healed of their diseases, as they saw or heard He had done for others. &amp;nbsp;Some may have followed Him out of curiosity to see what else He could do. &amp;nbsp;And some may have made the journey just to hear what He had to say. &amp;nbsp;To hear more about this Good News He was proclaiming. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps they were feeling lost and wanted to hear what He might have to say about their lives. &amp;nbsp;What they were doing right, what they were doing wrong, how they could find favor with God, how to receive this thing He was talking about called "eternal life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have the people sit down,"&lt;/i&gt; he says. &amp;nbsp;Seems like a logical thing to say since He knew they were going to be eating in a few minutes. &amp;nbsp;But I think Jesus' words here are very profound for a couple of reasons. One is because it was customary for people to stand in the presence of a rabbi, a teacher in Jewish culture. &amp;nbsp;So the fact that Jesus is inviting them to sit at all says something about His character. &amp;nbsp;He wanted the people to be relaxed in His presence. &amp;nbsp;They didn't need to stand at attention and show proper respect like many of the teachers of the day expected. &amp;nbsp;He didn't want to be honored, He wanted to be listened to. &amp;nbsp;And He didn't want to just teach the people about God's provision and His role and their loving Father, He wanted to show them the reality of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Come to me, and I will give you rest,"&lt;/i&gt; He said on another occasion, and He meant it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I discovered is that the word for "sit" here is not the ordinary word for sit as we commonly think of it. &amp;nbsp;He didn't just invite them to sit, but to "recline". &amp;nbsp;To lay back. &amp;nbsp;To take a load off. &amp;nbsp;To relax. &amp;nbsp;To rest and be nourished, like sheep with a shepherd. &amp;nbsp;A good shepherd. &amp;nbsp;A loving caregiver who knew what they needed. &amp;nbsp;They had no other choice in this remote place. &amp;nbsp;And they took the opportunity to sit down and have their fill and experience God's abundance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians we are often challenged and expected to do more. &amp;nbsp;To be busy doing God's work. &amp;nbsp;To not waste precious time and make the most of our days. &amp;nbsp;And while we are called to meet the needs of others, teach, serve, and use our gifts, we are also called to rest. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;Because we need it. &amp;nbsp;We're human. &amp;nbsp;We are like sheep, and we need a shepherd. &amp;nbsp;We get lost easily. &amp;nbsp;We get busy and think we're on the Holiness Express, only to look around one day and discover we're completely lost. &amp;nbsp;Confused, disoriented, and scared. &amp;nbsp;We're trying to make it on our own. &amp;nbsp;We're trying to save everyone else, and Jesus gently reminds us, 'Hey, you still need Me. &amp;nbsp;You need to trust Me. &amp;nbsp;You need to rest. &amp;nbsp;You need to follow Me, not chart your own course. &amp;nbsp;Come and rest. &amp;nbsp;Sit down. &amp;nbsp;Relax. &amp;nbsp;Take a load off. &amp;nbsp;Find rest for your soul. &amp;nbsp;(And your body too.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to accept Jesus' invitation to sit down and rest? &amp;nbsp;Do you need to experience some peace? Do you need to be fed? &amp;nbsp;Are you short on some spiritual nourishment? &amp;nbsp;Are you confused? &amp;nbsp;Are you living in a state of fear, worry, guilt, defeat, or burden? &amp;nbsp;This is not what Jesus desires for you. &amp;nbsp;He desires for you to be at rest in His presence. &amp;nbsp;He desires for your heart to be filled with love, joy, and peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. &amp;nbsp;He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.' &amp;nbsp;Psalm 23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-4277029874928252669?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4277029874928252669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4277029874928252669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4277029874928252669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4277029874928252669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-sitting-down.html' title='Are you sitting down?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6273114488049284297</id><published>2011-07-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:03:00.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empty Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a Samaritan woman came to draw water (from the well where Jesus was sitting), Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman.  How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews did not associate with Samaritans.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Jesus answered her.  “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who I am, you would ask Me, and I would give you living water...Whoever drinks this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks the water I give will never thirst.  It will become a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     “Please sir,” the woman said, “give me some of that water so I will never thirst again and I won’t have to come here to draw water.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     “Go and get your husband,” Jesus told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     “I have no husband,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     “You’re right.  You don’t have a husband--for you have had five husbands, and you aren’t married to the man you are living with now.”  (John 4:7-10, 13-18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Excuse me, um...cough, cough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cough, cough=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.That’s being direct, Jesus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cough,&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     At this point in the story, I can imagine this woman reacting in several ways to His words.  She may have simply turned away, taking the water she had drawn and given Him a look that said, ‘You can get your own water, mister.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Or, she may have turned defensive, trying to make excuses for her lifestyle.  At this point her question about why a Jewish man was talking to a Samaritan woman would have come in handy, but she had already asked that, although Jesus hadn’t given her a straight answer, so she could have repeated herself.  ‘Um, exactly who are you, and what right do you have to speak to me that way?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Or, she may have asked what her marital status had to do with receiving this living water He was offering her; but she seemed to have caught on that Jesus was not an ordinary man, and she was intrigued enough to respond accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     &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"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Sir, I see that you are a prophet.  Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Jesus declared.  “Believe me, woman, and time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem...true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     It’s an interesting conversation, to say the least. And while the woman may have been speaking “off the cuff”, expressing whatever came into her head, I doubt that Jesus was.  For Him this wasn’t a random encounter.  He didn’t treat it casually.  He didn’t just exchange pleasantries and then go on His way.  He had some things to say that He knew she needed to hear.  His words may seem random, and even offensive, but they’re not.  He had a point, and this woman heard Him loud and clear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Once their conversation ends, she rushes off to tell the whole town about it, and &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"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;‘many of the Samaritan’s from that town believed in him because of the woman’s testimony’&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"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;; Jesus also stayed with them for two days, and those who may not have listened to the woman initially heard and saw enough for themselves to know He was the Messiah, the Savior of the world.  Someone who knew all about them and had something to offer that they were desperate for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     But what was it that Jesus said that was so convincing?  Why did this woman believe?  How did she figure out how to get this living water that He talked about?  I’m not sure I know the answer to that because I wasn’t there, and it wasn’t me.  Have you ever had an encounter with Jesus where you knew He was saying something specific to you, and you “got it”, like a light bulb going on?  Maybe even in such a way that changed your entire perspective on something, and yet when you tried to explain it to someone else, putting it into words that make sense to them was difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Jesus likes to get personal with us, doesn’t He?  He’s a personal God, and we see this very clearly in this story with the woman at the well.  First of all, Jesus was associating with someone that a lot of His own people wouldn’t have, but even more than that, He knew her very personally, and He treated her that way.  He wants to do the same with me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Getting back to the words that Jesus speaks to her about going to get her husband, however, I wonder why Jesus would have asked her to do something that He knew very well she couldn’t do.  “Go and get your husband,” he says, and she is forced to respond, “I have no husband.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Why did He do that?  To humiliate or condemn her?  No.  He was making a point about her need for this living water.  Something that would satisfy her empty, thirsty soul.  His love and acceptance.  The value and worth she had in His eyes.  He was giving her an opportunity for true worship: to believe in His sufficiency.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     If Jesus were to do the same thing with you, if He wanted to bring to the surface an empty place in your heart that He could fill, what would it be?  What would He tell you to go get, where your only response would be, ‘I have no_________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Think about that seriously.  You may have more than one thing to fill in the blank.  Some of them may be the result of how others have failed you, some may be shortcomings you see in yourself, and others may be related to your current circumstances. (I have no husband, no special talents, no job, no security, no peace, etc.)  The list of our missing-pieces can go on and on.  Say them all, or better yet, write them down; and then let Jesus say to you, ‘Let Me fill that empty place, and that one, and that one.’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Find your satisfaction and completeness in Him.  He is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-6273114488049284297?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6273114488049284297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6273114488049284297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6273114488049284297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6273114488049284297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/07/empty-places.html' title='The Empty Places'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7423436254958244797</id><published>2011-06-28T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:16:03.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jesus said to them, "Only in his hometown among his relatives and in his own house is a prophet without honor."  He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them.  And he was amazed at their lack of faith." (Mark 6:4-6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought about what Jesus finds amazing?  We often talk about being amazed by God.  The amazing ways He provides.  The amazing miracles He does.  His "Amazing Grace";  &lt;i&gt;How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. &lt;/i&gt;  And while He certainly is amazing, should we truly be amazed at what He does?   Isn't that who He says He is?  He is love.   He is mercy.  He is all-powerful.  Should we really be amazed when  He provides, heals, forgives, and does the "impossible".  Is there such a thing as impossible when God is involved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago I witnessed several "miracles" take place one after the other.  Some were in regards to physical or emotional healing, some were related to relationships, some were great displays of God's provision, and some were ministry-related.  At first I was very much amazed by what I saw taking place, but after awhile I began to take a less awe-struck point of view.   I think God was trying to prove a point at a time in my life when I really needed to believe in His presence and love, and it worked.  There was no way for me to deny His faithfulness because so much was going on that I couldn't explain any other way.  And yet in spite of all I saw happening, I often still have seasons of doubt in all that He is and all He wants to do for me and those I pray for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to my original question about what amazes Jesus, we can find the answers in Mark 6, Mark 14, and Luke 7.   In one case His amazement is a positive response to someone's faith, but in the other two, He is shocked by a lack of faith among those He is closest to.   In Mark 6, we find Him returning to His hometown after taking His message of Good News all over the region.   While His message was well received from place to place, it was not so welcome back home.   People doubted His credibility, and therefore their faith was lacking.  Those who did believe were healed, those who didn't were not.   And the believing ones were very few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine Him being heartbroken over this.   And I'm sure He was, but even more so He &lt;i&gt;"marvelled at their unbelief."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   This word for 'marvelled' is translated as 'amazed' in other versions, but not in a positive sense.  He was shocked, saddened, and left powerless.   Did you know that we have the ability to render the Almighty God powerless with our unbelief?  Sobering thought, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A similar word is used in Mark 14 where we find Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.   He is with His disciples on the night before His death, and &lt;i&gt;"he began to be deeply distressed and troubled."&lt;/i&gt;  In the KJV, the words "sorely amazed" are used, meaning "to astonish utterly".  Some words for this we use more commonly today are: flabbergasted, overwhelmed, shocked, and taken aback.  And not just somewhat, but absolutely and completely.  In short, Jesus is floored.  By what?  That His time was drawing near?  No, He was expecting that.   What surprises Him is how quickly the faith of His friends is failing.   They were losing confidence in Him.  They were losing hope fast.  And He says to them, &lt;i&gt;"My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death."&lt;/i&gt;   Just as when He had gone home only to find a profound amount of unbelief among His family and friends, He is heartbroken once again.   Those He had invested so much time in were ready to bolt, and He knew it.   I don't think He was fearing so much what was coming, but what already was.  He wanted them to see the glory of what He was about to do, but He knew they were going to completely miss it and feel devastated, abandoned, and fear for their own lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In sharp contrast to these two accounts of the faithless, we find a story in Luke 7 about a Roman centurion who asks Jesus to heal his servant who is near death.  This particular centurion has great faith in Jesus' ability to heal him, even from a distance.  He doesn't want to take up Jesus' precious time, and Jesus is amazed by his faith.   &lt;i&gt;"I tell you," he says to the crowd, "I have yet to come across this kind of simple trust anywhere in Israel, the very people who are supposed to know about God and how He works. "&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(The Message)&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I think that pretty much sums it up.  Jesus was amazed that this man, a foreigner in Israel, had more faith than many of His own people who were supposed to &lt;/span&gt;"Commend Your works to another generation and tell of Your mighty acts.  Speak of the glorious splendor of Your majesty and meditate on Your wonderful works.  Tell of the power of Your awesome works, and proclaim Your great deeds.  Celebrate Your abundant goodness, and joyfully sing of Your righteousness."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  They were supposed to know that &lt;/span&gt;"The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love...is good to all and has compassion on all He has made...gives them food at the proper time and opens His hand to satisfy the desires of every living thing...is near to all who call on Him...fulfills the desire of those who fear Him...hears their cry and saves them...and watches over all who love Him." (Psalm 145: 4-20)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I fear that I am often far too amazed when I witness the glory of God, as if I am surprised, shocked, and flabbergasted that He actually cares enough to protect me, provide for the needs of my family, bring healing to those who need it, and delight me in unexpected ways.  Instead of saying, "Wow, that's amazing!  I can't believe He did that!"  My response to His wonder and majesty should be, "Oh yeah.  That's My God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-7423436254958244797?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7423436254958244797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7423436254958244797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7423436254958244797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7423436254958244797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/06/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7672857492303357490</id><published>2011-06-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:11:22.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Real Is His Love To You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How great is the love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was meditating on these words from 1 John 3:1 as we celebrated Father's Day yesterday. I have a wonderful husband that is a great dad to our children, and I have an amazing dad myself.  They are both caring men who have provided for the needs of their children and have taught them many good things. My husband and my dad are examples to me of God's love, and I have never had trouble picturing God as a loving Father because of them.  I know God loves me like that and even more so, but I don't always live as if I believe it.  Sometimes God's love seems distant and abstract, but only because I allow it to become less to me than I should.  I sometimes think and live as if I'm an abandoned orphan rather than a dearly loved child of God.  His love is always there but often clouded by my own unbelief.  Perhaps you can relate to feeling less loved by God than you actually are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote the following poem as a reminder of all the ways God's love is so evident and available to me.  No matter what I have done or haven't done; No matter what is going on in my life or around me, I can cling tightly to my Father's love to stay afloat and live in peace, joy, and strength.  I hope you are blessed.  May you live more completely in God's love for you each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Real Is My Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the food on your table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the home where you dwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the clothes that you wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the car you drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the work you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the fun you enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the friendships you cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the blessings of family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the place you call home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the anger you hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the regrets you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the sins you hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;As real as the forgiveness I give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And the peace you long for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And the healing I bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the loss of someone dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the pain you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the loneliness inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the Bible in your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the promise of glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the hope of tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the gifts you possess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the cry of those in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the love you can show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;As real as the needs you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And the longings of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And the waiting you endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the songs you sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the cries of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the truth and the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How real is My love for you, child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As real as the blessings you have today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the beauty that surrounds you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the grace in My eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I real to you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5387397625300840549-7672857492303357490?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7672857492303357490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7672857492303357490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7672857492303357490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7672857492303357490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-real-is-his-love-to-you.html' title='How Real Is His Love To You?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7446634764283383560</id><published>2011-05-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:53:53.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Mom</title><content type='html'>My mother is a very special person.  Anyone who knows her will tell you that.  Sweet, loving, kind, funny, joyful, supportive, encouraging, and wise are a few words I would use to describe her.  I am incredibly thankful for her and her love.  In many ways I am who I am today because of who she is.  It's true that the apple often doesn't fall far from the tree, and in my case that's a good thing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother taught me how to be frugal without being cheap.  She doesn't especially enjoy cooking, but her cooking is very enjoyable to eat (except for the Spanish rice and liver and onions--sorry Mom, I never could get used to those two dishes;  but you can laugh at me now for having three of the most picky eaters ever).  My mom would be the first one to tell you she's not perfect, and she never expected me to be either.  She loves God more than anyone else I know, and she loves others unconditionally just like Jesus does.  When I was bullied in school, she didn't tell me to fight back or flee; she told me to love my enemies and trust God with the hard things in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what makes my mother extraordinary is that she lives what she believes in.  She believes in love.  She believes in family.  She believes in God's forgiveness, and she is so thankful for all He has done to bless her life.  She believes in the good in others.  She believes  in the silver lining.  She always has hope.  She never gives up on anyone.  She believes in the truth of God's Word.  She believes in prayer.  She treats others the way she would want to be treated.  These are lessons she didn't teach me so much by what she said; she just lives that way, and I got the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother is an amazing seamstress.  She made almost all of my clothes when I was growing up, even the fashionable things I would see in the store that all my friends were wearing.  She would say, 'I can make it for much cheaper,' and she could; and she did.  She made my wedding dress just the way I wanted it, including the layers and layers of lace that cascaded down the back and into the long train that everyone 'ooohed and ahhhed' over as I walked down the aisle; personally I think it was even more beautiful than Princess Kate's.  I didn't inherit her love for sewing, although she did her best to teach me; but through her talent she taught me to do what I loved, not for money or praise, but for the joy of it and the blessing to others it would be.  She was the first and only person to read my first novel, and although I knew it needed some serious work and never published it, her praise and encouragement inspired me to keep writing.  The first novel I did publish was based on her testimony, and it was so satisfying for me to write because it reflected the values she taught me and the message of God's unconditional love: the cornerstone of her unwavering faith, and mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Mom.  Thank you for being who you are and never pretending that you're more than who God has made you to be.  For never pretending to be perfect.  For never letting me forget about God's constant care, His promises, and His forgiveness.  Thank you for all the prayers and life-lessons you lived.  I am blessed because of them, and I know many others are too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day!  I love you.  Thank you for always loving me.  May God continue to bless you.  I know He will, and I know you know it too, because you taught me that.  You taught me to live-loved.  Because we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-7446634764283383560?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7446634764283383560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7446634764283383560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7446634764283383560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7446634764283383560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/05/lessons-from-mom.html' title='Lessons From Mom'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-5572544005217625743</id><published>2011-04-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T17:46:14.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Get It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; the Lord has done this , and it is marvelous in our eyes."  (Mark 12:10-11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had this thought running through my head today.  &lt;i&gt;Do we get it?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we get how great God's mercy is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk about it, sing about it, teach about it: God's mercy that He has freely given us.  We just celebrated it last Sunday on Easter.  We contemplated His sacrifice.  We rejoiced in His resurrection.  We proclaimed that He is Lord!  But do we get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we would be without His unconditional love?  Does that thought make you shudder? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip-side, does your belief in His mercy make you thankful, hopeful, loving, at peace, joyful, and unafraid?  Do we see how blessed we are?  How secure, free, and alive?  Do we feel it, or is it just a nice idea?  Do we believe?  Do we live it?  Do we say with confidence, &lt;i&gt;'If God is for us, who can be against us?'&lt;/i&gt;  Do we recognize that as a rhetorical question, or do we secretly have answers?  The economy, the government, gas prices, the boss, family, adversity, difficulty, losses, enemy #1, #2, and #3--or perhaps the worst enemy of all--ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so many things.  He is powerful; the almighty creator and sustainer of life.  He is living, spirit, truth, justice, and righteousness.  But above all, He is mercy.  He is love.  He is our Father and we are His children: His dearly loved children.  In spite of our sin, shortcomings, weakness, shortsightedness, stupidity, selfishness, and unbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is mercy, and we are forgiven.  We are blessed. We are secure in His love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all--how will he not also graciously give us all things?  (Romans 8:31-32)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-5572544005217625743?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5572544005217625743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=5572544005217625743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5572544005217625743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5572544005217625743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-we-get-it.html' title='Do We Get It?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6472825925260083575</id><published>2011-04-20T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:30:21.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him."  (Mark 11:23)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been inspired with a really great idea?  Have you ever thought about doing something, gotten the details all worked out in your head, and then found that a few days, weeks, or months later, it pretty much fizzled into nothingness?  Perhaps you tried something that didn't work out.  You didn't have enough know-how to make it happen, or you did but the idea just failed for some reason.  Or maybe you never got to the doing-stage.  It was a good idea, but you didn't have enough time, money, or courage to go through with it.  If that was the case for you, somewhere between having the idea and implementing it, doubt likely crept in.  You had doubts about the idea itself, or you had doubts about your ability to make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mark 11, there's an interesting scene that takes place.  Jesus is involved, and so is a tree.  A figless tree to be exact.  Jesus is on his way to Jerusalem.  It's the day after what we commonly celebrate as Palm Sunday, just a few days before Jesus would be crucified.  He is headed for the Temple where He ends up showing some major anger over those who had turned it into a marketplace, but along the way He is hungry, so He stops to have a little snack.  But the fig tree doesn't have anything to offer Him.  Jesus is upset by this, and He curses the fig tree, saying that it will never bear fruit again, and the next day they see that it has withered and died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it interesting that Jesus would act this way toward a tree, and even more so because it says that it wasn't the season for figs.  So, He's not only upset that the tree didn't have any fruit, but He also was expecting something that He knew it could not produce.  He was expecting something from it that was not natural.  He was expecting the supernatural from a tree that was just like every other normal fig tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  Why would He expect that?  He made the tree.  He knows what it's capable of and what it's not.  He made trees to bloom and bear fruit at certain times of the year.  This is the natural order of life.  Why would He get so mad over something that wasn't even possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many of the stories Jesus taught, the tree is symbolic of something else.  The tree is an object lesson for us to glean something from.  But what?  What was Jesus trying to say?  In John 1:48, Jesus says to Nathanael, &lt;i&gt;"I saw you while you were still under the fig tree..." &lt;/i&gt; This was a common saying that referred to someone who had studied the Torah.  Someone who was well-versed in the Law of Moses, as most educated Jewish men were.  The figless tree then could represent the unfruitfulness of the Law.  It wasn't producing the desired effect.  The Law as given to Moses was meant to draw people to God.  It was meant to bring them into a right relationship with God, but it wasn't working because no one could keep it.  Instead of drawing people into God's presence and making them holy, it was just exposing their inability to be perfect.  It was a good idea, but it wasn't working.  It was expecting the supernatural from mortal beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus came to change that.  He came to provide a new path to holiness.  Not one that was based on man's ability, but on God's power.  His supernatural power that can transform us to live beyond ourselves.  To love as He loves.  To give as He gives.  To do things we could never do on our own with our own limited thinking, resources, and desire.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul used a word picture when he talked to the Galatian Christians. &lt;i&gt; 'The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  Against such things there is no law.' (Gal. 5:22-23)&lt;/i&gt;  He was explaining how these qualities are not something that we produce on our own, but that they come from God in an unlimited supply.  When we are engaged with God and living by His Spirit, we become people that we cannot be on our own apart from Him.  He infuses us with the supernatural, like a tree that produces fruit both in season and out of season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after Jesus cursed the fig tree, He was walking by with His disciples and Peter noticed that it was withered and says, &lt;i&gt;"Rabbi, look!  The fig tree you cursed has withered!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have faith in God," Jesus answered.  "I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you have asked for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.  And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this mean that Jesus wanted them to go around cursing all the fig trees and ordering mountains into the sea?  No.  He had far grander things in mind for them to triumph over: Envy, greed, worry, fear, doubt, and unforgiveness;  our natural tendencies that keep us from living the lives God wants for us.  Don't let these negative attitudes and actions rule your heart.  If they rule your heart, they will rule your life.  Choose instead to live beyond yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter...It's about you.  Celebrate who Jesus has made you to be in Him!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.  Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another.  Forgive as the Lord forgave you.  Colossians 3:12-13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-6472825925260083575?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6472825925260083575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6472825925260083575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6472825925260083575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6472825925260083575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-tell-you-truth-if-anyone-says-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-8900723800062095429</id><published>2011-03-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:27:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Jesus In The Crisis</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that life has difficult moments?  Sometimes the difficulty can be defined as a minor annoyance, an inconvenience, or bothersome.  Other times the difficulty is much more severe.  Tragic.  Scary.  Overwhelming.  Perhaps you are facing something minor today or something major, and if not, you probably will tomorrow.  Isn't that an encouraging thought?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, difficulty is a part of life.  My heart grieves for those in Japan who are experiencing tremendously hard circumstances.  Many have lost loved ones, homes, and basic necessities.  Everything gone in a moment, and then the aftermath.  Hunger.  Thirst. Sorrow. Cold and miserable conditions. The fear of exposure to radiation.  I see the pictures and hear the stories, and yet I can't even imagine the hardship. The destruction. The grief.  The unbearable anxiety.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like me, you may be feeling fortunate that your world is much more calm and in-order.  Seeing others in such dire need makes my problems and petty concerns seem much smaller, and they are, and yet sometimes the things we're facing may as well be like the aftermath of an earthquake or a tsunami.  Fighting for survival brings extreme emotional distress, and so does a child custody battle, the end of a significant relationship, the loss of a job, the betrayal of a friend, financial worries...the list goes on.  I don't need to mention your specific circumstance, because you know what it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard.  It's painful.  It's frustrating. and when you're in the middle of it, the light at the end of the tunnel doesn't exist.  You feel like you're going to be there forever.  Your world is either falling apart, or you're working extremely hard to keep it together.  Am I speaking to anybody here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not able to do a lot for the people in Japan, but one thing I can do is pray for them.  And I'm confident that God is listening and is already bringing relief, healing, and peace to many.  And I'm also confident that whatever crisis you are facing, He is able to do the same.  How do I know?  Because that's what He says He will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Luke 21 Jesus talks about difficult circumstances. He knew the people of Israel would face them, just as they already were.  They were looking for Him to come and remove the difficulty.  To set up His Kingdom, overthrow the Roman government, and destroy their enemies.  But Jesus hadn't come for that.  He had come to show the way of love and peace.  Not political peace, but an inner peace that no dire circumstances could take away.  He said, 'Look, you're still going to have war, natural disasters, sickness, and other scary things.  You're going to be persecuted for following Me, and you will be betrayed by friends and your own family members.  You might have to leave your homeland.  The Temple will be destroyed.  Things here aren't going to change, in fact, they will get worse.  But don't be afraid.  Don't live in fear.  Stand firm and you will gain far more than the peace and comfort that any earthly kingdom could give you.  You will find true life.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The abundant life that Jesus said He came to give us: it's not a problem-free life.  That's not the point.  What's it about?  It's about knowing Him.  It's about seeing Him and hearing Him and following Him.  He's got good things to show you, good things to tell you, and good places to lead you.  It's about love--giving and receiving it.  It's about peace and joy even when the earth shakes, the illness comes, and important things are lost.  How is this possible?  Because He comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You will see the Son of Man come in the clouds with power and great glory...stand up and lift up your head because redemption is near."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (Luke 21:27-28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always comes, but are we always looking for Him?  Are we lifting our heads with confidence in who He is--in His power and great glory?  Or are we hanging our heads in despair?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you will see Him today.  May you see the light of His love, His truth, and His presence.  I wish you hope.  I wish you peace.  I wish you joy.  Remember His love.  Remember that He is near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;"Praise the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;, all you nations; extol him, all you peoples.  For great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD &lt;/span&gt;endures forever."  Psalm 117:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-8900723800062095429?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8900723800062095429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=8900723800062095429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8900723800062095429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8900723800062095429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/03/seeing-jesus-in-crisis.html' title='Seeing Jesus In The Crisis'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-2015872913829602140</id><published>2011-03-03T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:05:15.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Jesus On The Front-Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a unique story in the gospels that tells about a particular miracle of Jesus, and it makes me smile every time.  Jesus and His disciples are invited to a wedding, and they go.  It's a festive occasion, and I can imagine them having a good time.  Jesus isn't preaching or healing or being asked a lot of questions.  In fact, most people aren't aware of who He is yet, because He hasn't begun His public ministry.  He's just Mary's son who brought some new friends to the wedding.  Jesus isn't the center of attention, the Bride and Groom are, even if their names aren't mentioned in John's narrative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story goes like this:  Jesus is enjoying the party along with everyone else, and then His mother comes to Him and says,&lt;i&gt; "They have no more wine."&lt;/i&gt;  Apparently this was a big deal at a Jewish wedding, and His mother is concerned for the family.  We don't really know if this was a result of poor-planning on the part of the bridegroom and his family, or if some of the guests were being a little too greedy.  This may have been a poor family pulling together a wedding on a shoe-string budget, and the wine they had was all they could afford.  But whatever the reason behind it, the wine was gone, and Mary asks Jesus to solve the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How does that concern you and me?"&lt;/i&gt; He asks her.  She doesn't respond and simply turns to the servants and says, &lt;i&gt;"Do whatever He tells you to do."&lt;/i&gt;  She seems to have confidence in her Son to get some more wine from somewhere, and He gets it.  But He doesn't make a trip to the wine shop to pick up a few more bottles.  He just asks the servants to fill up some water jars and turns the water into wine.  The best wine, and plenty of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine John sitting down to write about the man he called Jesus.  He starts out with some grand, eloquent words...&lt;i&gt;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning. (John 1:1-2)&lt;/i&gt;  He continues on in this eloquent style for awhile, but eventually his description of the Messiah gets a little more personal.  He talks about meeting Jesus for the first time, the little conversation they have, and then he tells how several of his fellow disciples first encountered Him and why.  Each of their stories is a little different, but they're all intrigued by Him.  And they follow Him when He says, "Come, and follow Me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They end up following Him to this wedding.  How they interacted with Him that day, we don't know.  We just know they were all there together, having a nice time most-likely.  And then these ordinary men witness their new Friend do something truly miraculous.  I can picture them rubbing their eyes and shaking their heads in bewilderment.  "Did he just do what I think he just did?  Did you see that?  Holy cow!  Who is this guy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John puts it this way.  &lt;i&gt;This, the first of his miraculous signs, Jesus performed at Cana in Galilee.  He thus revealed his glory, and his disciples put their faith in him. (John 2:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's interesting that Jesus revealed His glory to His disciples in this "little" way.  I say, little, in comparison to things Jesus did later, like healing people of their diseases, giving sight to the blind, and raising people from the dead.  Turning water into wine is just as miraculous as anything else Jesus ever did, but not as significant in terms of life-and-death issues.  As I was jotting some notes down in my journal on that, however, I thought, 'How often do I see Jesus in the "little" things?'  He doesn't have to raise the dead for me to see His glory.  I've seen Him do some "big" things once in awhile, but thank God I haven't had to see Him do those big things too often.  Why?  Because He takes care of so much on the front-side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had to ask Him to heal me from an incurable disease because He's kept me healthy for 41 years.  I haven't had to see Him provide in "supernatural" ways very often because most of the time I've had plenty.  I haven't had to ask Him to restore my sight because I've never been blind.  I haven't had to see Him raise one of my children from the dead because He's kept them healthy and safe.  No, the things I've seen are a lot more like Jesus turning water into wine.  The everyday things that I often don't even think about because they just happen like clock-work.  Most of the guests at that wedding never even knew there was a problem.  They didn't see the miracle because there was no need for that.  Jesus didn't go around telling everyone what He had done, not even the Bride and Groom, but everyone there benefitted from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes obvious miracles are needed.  And sometimes the healing or answers we're looking for don't come.  But Jesus always saves the day somehow--just how we need and however we can best see His glory, even if a lot of waiting or sorrow is involved.  But we don't have to wait for those "big" things in life to see the faithfulness of our God.  We can see it every day.  Learn to recognize miracles on the front-side, in the  "little" things, and you will see how blessed you truly are.  Because a lot of little things add up to Something Big:  His love for you.  His care.  The peace, joy, and hope He wants for you.   And enough of those things to share with those around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;i&gt;s any one of you in trouble?  He should pray.  Is anyone happy?  Let Him sing songs of praise.  (James 5:13)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-2015872913829602140?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2015872913829602140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=2015872913829602140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2015872913829602140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2015872913829602140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/03/seeing-jesus-on-front-side.html' title='Seeing Jesus On The Front-Side'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7374149833787894867</id><published>2011-02-20T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:24:22.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking The Right Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Flee evil desires and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2 Timothy 2:22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"What does God want from me?"  Have you ever asked yourself this question?   I ask myself this all the time, and I come up with plenty of answers and hear plenty of answers from others.  I feel like I spend a lot of time trying to give God what He wants and a lot of time feeling like I fail.   Even when I am doing the things I know are right (or at least think I do), I feel like it's never enough.   I could do more and do it better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best answer to the question 'What does God want from me?' is that it's the wrong question.  The better question is, 'What does God want &lt;b&gt;for&lt;/b&gt; me?'.  Why?  Because the things He asks of us are ultimately for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take for example the command Jesus gave to "Love one another. As I have loved you, so must you love one another." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(John 13:34)&lt;/span&gt; This can be a difficult road.  Forgiveness, patience, sacrifice, and persistence may be involved.   And often we simply don't have it within ourselves to love as God loves.   So why would He ask me to do such a thing?  Why set the bar so high?  Just to set me up for failure?   Does that make Him a loving God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it doesn't.   But this does:  To love others as God loves me, I must experience God's mercy and love for myself.  I must recognize how patient, forgiving, persistent, and sacrificial His love is toward me before I have any hope of loving others that much.   His love for me is the source of the peace and joy I can have no matter what is going on around me.   And when I find myself in a place where I am not loving others as I know I should, God doesn't say to me, "You have failed."  He says, "You need more of My love.  Come to Me, and I will give you rest.  I will give you more of My heart.  I will make you more like Me."   And loving others as God loves them, even when it's difficult, even when that love is not returned--ultimately, God is glorified, and I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God wants me to trust Him.  He wants me to believe and live by faith.   But again, it's not about me living up to unrealistic expectations.  It's not about setting me up for failure.   It's not about what He wants from me, but rather, what He wants for me: peace, joy, hope, comfort, rest, purity, righteousness, goodness, and fellowship with Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David said, "Taste and see that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; is good.  Oh the joys of those who trust in Him." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Psalm 34:8)&lt;/span&gt;   David knew what God wanted from him: trust.  But he was focused on why: for his own good.  For the joy he could experience.   David also said in Psalm 19, "The law of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; is perfect, reviving the soul.  The statutes of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; are trustworthy, making wise the simple.  The precepts of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; are right, giving joy to the heart.  The commands of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; are radiant, giving light to the eyes."   God commands us to flee immorality, to get rid of lust, greed, malice, and fear.  To pursue love, purity, peace, and the foolish things of God.   To care for others and be generous people.  Why?  Because He wants these things from us?   No, because He wants them for us.  Holiness is not a goal to pursue, it is a gift to embrace.   We can be like Jesus because He empowers us to be.   And wanting this for myself is about unparalleled opportunity and joy, not obligation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does God want from me?  Nothing.  What does He want for me?  Everything.   Everything good, that is.  He wants the same for you.  Ask yourself the right question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-7374149833787894867?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7374149833787894867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7374149833787894867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7374149833787894867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7374149833787894867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/02/asking-right-question.html' title='Asking The Right Question'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7924152898406434666</id><published>2011-02-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:56:03.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confident Words; Uncertain Days</title><content type='html'>"My soul glorifies the Lord and my soul rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.  From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me--holy is his name.  His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation.  He has performed mighty deeds with his arm, he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.  He has brought down rulers from their thrones, but he has lifted up the humble.  He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty.  He has helped his servant Israel, remembering to be merciful to Abraham and his descendants forever, even as he said to our fathers."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I read these words this week, I was greatly calmed and comforted.  Even as I write them now, they bring me much peace.  You could say that the author of them knew how to look at the glass as half-full rather than half-empty, because the times and circumstances in which they were spoken were difficult and filled with uncertainty.  Any idea who said them?  I'll give you a hint, they come from Luke 1.  That rules out Moses, David, and the Prophets of the Old Testament, along with Jesus since He isn't born until chapter 2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are spoken by Mary, the mother of Jesus.  She had just received the news that she was going to be the mother of the Messiah.  Great news, right?  Well, except for the fact she wasn't married and only had a disappearing angel to vouch for her claim to virginity.  I can hear her parents now.  "You saw an angel, and he said what?"  Uh-huh.  She had a reason to be freaked-out.  She takes off to go visit her cousin.  Who wouldn't?  I'm sure Elizabeth was someone that she loved and trusted or she wouldn't have gone to her, but she probably wasn't expecting to be greeted with such excitement over her condition, especially since she hadn't told her yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Blessed are you among women, Mary, and blessed is the child you will bear!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?  How did you know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, the baby told me," Elizabeth laughed, patting her own rounded belly with her wrinkled hand.  "Blessed are you who has believed that what the Lord said to you is going to happen!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary wouldn't have believed her except her own story was just as crazy, and she needed to hear those words.  "Blessed are you because you believe."  It can be difficult to believe.  And it can be difficult to believe we are blessed for believing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith is all about believing the unbelievable.  Mary may not have been exactly sure what was going to happen and how, but faith doesn't involve those elements.  Faith isn't about knowing what is going to happen, it's about knowing that whatever happens will be good when God is involved.  It's not about what I know, but Who I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary and I have never met.  Mary lived in a different time-period, a different country, and a different culture than I am living in today.  But we know the same God.  Yahweh.  Jehovah.  The Mighty One who has done great things for me.  Holy is His Name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others can say that God doesn't...or God won't...or God can't...But God will always show who He is and what He can do.  He is not limited by the unbelief of others.  He is who He is and will do what He will do.  God is always who He is whether you or I believe it or not.  God is mighty, holy, amazing, awesome, powerful, loving, merciful, good, right, and just.  Whether we worship Him for Who He is or not--He still is.  He wants us to recognize and believe for our benefit so we can have confidence, peace, hope, joy, and patience.  Like Mary did.  She believed because of what she heard God say, not because of what she could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure she had her moments of doubt too.  Perhaps when she did, she sang some words penned by her ancestor David.  We would be blessed to do the same:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.  From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.  For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.  I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings."  Psalm 62:1-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-7924152898406434666?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7924152898406434666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7924152898406434666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7924152898406434666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7924152898406434666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/02/confident-words-uncertain-days.html' title='Confident Words; Uncertain Days'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-5024237521159678976</id><published>2011-01-22T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:32:36.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in Him, for He shields them all day long, and they rest between His shoulders."  Deuteronomy 33:12&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a story that Jesus tells in Luke 15 about a flock of sheep.  There are 100 sheep in this flock, and one of them is missing.  Jesus asks those who are listening what they would do if this was their flock of sheep.  Would they leave the ninety-nine to go look for the lost sheep?  He doesn't really give them a chance to respond and goes on to share the best possible scenario: "When he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home.  Then he calls his friends and neighbors and says, 'Rejoice with me! I have found my lost sheep.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not difficult to identify Jesus as the shepherd.  He calls Himself the Good Shepherd in John 10.  "I am the good shepherd," He says.  "I know my sheep and my sheep know me...I lay down my life for the sheep."  The greater mystery in this story lies with this question: Who are the lost sheep?  Jesus identifies them as sinners that need to repent.  But that can be difficult to define.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I should say, that can be difficult to define accurately.  I think we're all pretty good at pointing out "sinners who need to repent" among us.  The Pharisees and teachers of the Law were good at this too and did it often.  In fact, it was their observation that Jesus was welcoming and eating with sinners that prompted Jesus to tell several stories about "lost" things.  Sheep, coins, and sons.  But what was it about these things that made them lost?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply put, they were not where they were supposed to be.  It wasn't so much about behavior as it was about location.  The sheep was alone--away from the shepherd and the rest of the flock.  The coin was missing.  It wasn't where coins were usually kept.  Its value was in jeopardy.  And the sons?  One was away from home, away from his father and his whole family.  And the other?  He was there in body, but not really in spirit.  He was living in his father's household, doing what was expected of him, but he wasn't enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We generally label those we call "sinners" by their behavior.  But I don't see Jesus defining them in that way.  It's not about what they are doing or not doing; it's about where they are.  Is the sheep close to the shepherd or out of his sight?  Is the coin in a treasured place or is it missing?  Is the younger son near his father or far away?  And is the older son near his father in a physical sense but distant in other ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Jesus isn't really teaching about lost sheep or coins  or sons.  He's just using them as illustrations to teach about something greater.  And He wasn't teaching the tax-collectors and "sinners", He was teaching those that saw themselves as "the righteous".  If He would have spoken more bluntly, I think He would have said something like, "These people that you call sinners are coming to me and listening.  I'm excited about them!  I'm welcoming them with open arms because that's why I'm here!  They get it.  They understand what I'm saying about God's mercy and love.  But you?  Not so much.  I want to be excited about you too, but I can't yet.  Not until you see the light.  Not until you understand My love.  Not until you change your thinking.  Not until you get to where &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; need to be.  Not until you let Me rescue &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.  Not until you enjoy being My child."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Deuteronomy 33, the LORD says, "My beloved ones rest secure in Me.  They rest between My shoulders."  They are lost sheep that have been found.  They are lost sons who have come home.  They are precious to Him, and they know it.  They are near Him and secure in His love.  They have nothing to prove.  No where else they would rather be.  And no fingers to point because they have their eyes on their loving, merciful, and faithful God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They are His, and they are loved, and that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5387397625300840549-5024237521159678976?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5024237521159678976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=5024237521159678976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5024237521159678976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5024237521159678976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-beloved-of-lord-rest-secure-in-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-2293088468835071479</id><published>2010-12-22T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:31:29.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: Gift or Burden?</title><content type='html'>"The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath." --Jesus (Mark 2:27)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever given someone something with the intention of it being a blessing, but it became a burden to them instead?  Or have you ever found a gift that someone gave you to be more trouble than it was worth?  Are there things in your life that at one time you saw as something to celebrate, but somewhere along the way that changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can happen with things and with people.  Possessions.  Jobs.  Cars.  Houses.  Marriages.  Friendships.  Children.  Churches.  Ministries.  Holidays.  The excitement we have over them in the beginning often fades as the reality of long-term endurance and upkeep sets in.  Things break down or become outdated.  Cars and homes require maintenance, money, and time.  So do relationships.  Holidays that are intended to be a day-off and a celebration often require so much energy to prepare for, the day doesn't seem worth the trouble.  The thrill of receiving a particular call in ministry can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; and we can't wait to get started, but after a few months or years, we just want out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God gives us life, He intends it to be a gift.  But for a lot of us, it becomes a burden.  The same is true for many of the things in life that He intends for us to enjoy.  Even our relationship with Him can become a burden.  If you spend any time reading the gospels, you will see that all three of these were true for the Jewish people living at the time of Jesus.  They were God's chosen people, set apart to be blessed by God, and they were, but many of them weren't living the blessing.  They were burdened by their circumstances, by religious practices, by sin, by greed, and by a misunderstanding of God and His ways.  The sacrifices, religious festivals, and the Sabbath were all being practiced, but the meaning had been lost.  Things that were intended to be good for them had become a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus came to change that.  He came to make God known.  He came to restore what had been lost.  He came to show a new way to live.  He came to change people's thinking.  "Repent, the kingdom of heaven is near!"  He said this everywhere He went.  He wanted them to think differently.  He wanted them to see the beauty of God's Kingdom.  And it was more than a message, it was reality.  God with us.  That's who He was.  Immanuel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day some Pharisees were getting after His disciples for picking some grain to eat because they were hungry as they were walking with Jesus through the fields.  It was the Sabbath, and the religious elite considered their actions to be a violation of the Sabbath law to abstain from work, but Jesus disagreed.  Why?  Because they were hungry.  He spoke some profound words.  "The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath."  In other words, the Sabbath was meant to be a blessing, not a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking that we must serve religion rather than religious practices serving us leads to a lot of burden and frustration that God never intended.  Similarly, people often say things or demand things of others in the Name of God that do not accurately reflect His love and His character.  Jesus said that He came to bring us abundant life.  Life is meant to be a gift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church.  Ministry.  Marriage.  Children.  Homes.  Jobs.  Relationships.  Possessions.  These are all intended to be a gift, not a burden.  These are made for us to enjoy.  To provide for our needs.  To be a blessing.  Try to keep that in mind the next time you feel frustrated by things or people in your life.  And maybe some of those things or people shouldn't be there.  Maybe some changes are needed.  If you think that may be the case, spend some serious time in prayer and take whatever steps you feel Jesus leading you to take concerning them.  But for the things you can't get rid of or shouldn't walk away from, learn to see them differently.  To see their value and benefit. To believe God has a purpose. To love even when it's hard.  To put the effort into them you know they are worth. To have hope, not despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A popular December saying is "Keep Christ in Christmas."  I'd like to expand that same idea and encourage you to "Keep Christ in Life."  His love.  His joy.  His peace.  It's not just for Christmastime, it's for the other 364 days of the year too.  Life is a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.  I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."  --Jesus (John 10:10)&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/5387397625300840549-2293088468835071479?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2293088468835071479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=2293088468835071479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2293088468835071479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2293088468835071479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-gift-or-burden.html' title='Life: Gift or Burden?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6134629245794198052</id><published>2010-11-30T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:00:38.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Secret?</title><content type='html'>Then He opened their minds so they could understand... Luke 24:45&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wish other people would get what makes so much sense to you?  Do you ever feel frustrated when you see others doing the same things over and over that you know just aren't going to work?  Do you ever feel like you're talking to a brick wall?  Do you ever feel like giving up on somebody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read words from the Bible like the ones above, and I say, "What's the secret?  How did Jesus open their minds to understand what He wanted them to understand?  Why?  How?  And is He ever going to do that for so-and-so?  Do I need to shout louder?  Pray more?  Speak the truth differently?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to opening the minds of others, a lot of waiting is usually involved.  Even Jesus had to wait for that.  He did a lot of teaching to a lot of people in a lot of different settings in a lot of different ways.  He used illustrations.  He used real-life circumstances.  He used miracles.  He used the Scriptures.  He used stories.  He used other people to declare His message.  He showed them what compassion looked like.  He showed them how to trust the Father.  He taught them how to pray.  He showed His love and His power through His death and resurrection.  And when He came back to life, He went to those same people He had taught the most to and found them sitting around being more scared and confused than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, McFly?  Is anybody home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"John, Peter, Thomas?  Wait, where is Thomas?  He's not even here.  Ei-yi-yi!  I'm in my moment of glory here!  Wake up!  Open your eyes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not sure Jesus said it that way or was even thinking that, but I know I would have been.  And I would have wanted to know the secret.  I would have wanted to make everyone magically understand, and Jesus did that somehow.  But I'm not sure how, or why, or why He did it in that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I'll figure it out, but I do know this: It happened.  That day came.  When the time was right and Jupiter aligned with the will of God, it happened.  And I think that's the one thing we can know.  God will do it.  Minds will be opened.  Eyes will see.  What seems impossible and hopeless isn't.  What frustrates me today will eventually have its date with destiny.  Because God never gives up.  He never stops short of bringing someone to that moment of revelation.  His truth may be out there for a long time, waiting for someone to believe, but it never returns void.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why the Bible is full of words like faith, hope, and believe.  We cannot open the minds of others like Jesus can, but we can do what He asks of us.  Love, trust, and wait...the glory is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-6134629245794198052?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6134629245794198052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6134629245794198052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6134629245794198052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6134629245794198052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-secret.html' title='What&apos;s The Secret?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6675931022866195241</id><published>2010-11-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:04:05.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting In His Love</title><content type='html'>"Go and make preparations for us to eat the Passover...as you enter the city, a man carrying a jar of water will meet you.  Follow him to the house that he enters and say to the owner of the house, "The teacher asks, 'Where is the great room where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?'"  He will show you a large upper room, all furnished.  Make preparations there."  Luke 22:8-12&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus gives His disciples instructions about where to make preparations for the Passover meal, but He had already led a rich man to prepare a room that they would find waiting for them.  The disciples were to prepare for the Passover, but Jesus had already prepared a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may have things Jesus instructs us to do, but any prerequisites to what we 'bring to the table' will already be in place.  Sometimes we are the one setting a room up for others to come and do their part.  It's not always possible to know the role we play.  All we can do is what Jesus leads us to do and trust that it's part of the grand plan.  And the most important element is always what Jesus does Himself--the love He shows.  Our role is to help others and ourselves to get ready for the blessing He already has waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about this as it relates to the books I write.  The stories talk about God's love and teach about it.  They remind others (and myself) of His love, but He will always show that love in real ways.  The books prepare the mind and heart; but when His love comes, it's not just a fictional story anymore, it's real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love was made very real for me this week as my husband faced some serious medical issues.  Jesus carried me through the anxiety and brought about a very good outcome.  I was also blessed by others who came alongside to offer practical help and many prayers for us.  And most of all, I was reminded of God's great provision for me all these years with such a wonderful man to share my life with.  The evidence of God's love is so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How has God made His love to you more than a nice sentiment?  How have you seen it?  How has His love been demonstrated to you this week, and as you look back?  Meditating on God's love is always a good idea.  I hope you take some time to rest in it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-6675931022866195241?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6675931022866195241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6675931022866195241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6675931022866195241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6675931022866195241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/resting-in-his-love.html' title='Resting In His Love'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-3847384658751924063</id><published>2010-10-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:45:36.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest For The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;This is what the Lord says: "Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls."  Jeremiah 6:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rest.  It's something we all long for.  For our body, mind, and heart.  In our circumstances and relationships.  For the past, present, and future.  God created rest, and He Himself rested.  I'd say that makes it an important thing, wouldn't you?  It's not just something we want, it's something we need.  It's okay to rest.  In fact, God commanded it!  "Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy," He said to the Hebrew people.  The purpose of the whole day was to rest.  No gathering food.  No cooking.  No going out.  No work.  Just rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But is one day of physical rest really enough?  Is that all we need?  If you have lived for any amount of time, I'm sure you would agree that you need more than a day off once a week.  Our bodies demand physical rest.  We need rest every day.  We sleep.  We take breaks at work and school.  We relax daily by watching television, reading, or taking a nap.  Most people have hobbies they find relaxing.  Some find relaxation with exercise.  My dad thrives on keeping busy on his farm.  It's work, but for him it's also what he loves.  I feel the same way about writing.  It should exhaust me, but it doesn't.  It's fun.  I like it.  I find it restful.  That's why I do it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In Jeremiah 6:16 God gives a formula for rest in another sense.  "Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls."  And in Matthew 11:28-30 Jesus speaks these words:  "Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As Christians we often refer to Jesus as our Savior, and He is, but to some that's all He is.  We often forget that Jesus was also a teacher.  Before He died for our sins and rose from the grave, He spent much of His time teaching.  Teaching His disciples.  Teaching the crowds.  Teaching the teachers.  Teaching His friends.  Remember Mary that sat at His feet and hung on His every word?  Jesus said she had chosen what was even better than serving.  To  just listen.  To be teachable.  To recognize a need for guidance and asking God for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What did Jesus teach?  To receive God's love.  To love others.  To trust in God, have faith, and believe in His goodness.  To forgive and not judge.  To share His truth with others, but even more importantly, to live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We have an important day coming up in America.  Election Day.  A day we all vote about measures and who we want to represent us.  Democracy is a great thing, and we are privileged to have the freedoms and rights we have.  But we need to be careful about how much trust we place in our rights as American Citizens, in our leaders, and even in people in general.  How much are we looking to others to meet our needs rather than looking to God for that?  We all have problems, and we often want to blame someone: the government, Wall Street, and those who have mistreated us much more personally:  a trusted friend,  a family member, a neighbor, a Christian brother or sister.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I don't know if you've realized this yet, but blaming others for the circumstances we find ourselves in doesn't bring rest.  It brings anger.  It brings grief.  It brings despair.  Peace and hope don't come from having our eyes on the problem-makers.  It comes from having our eyes on the One who can give us rest.  And His prescription is simple: 'Look, ask, and listen.   Trust and believe." His grace is bigger than anything, and it's always enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The words of God in Jeremiah 6:16 contain a great promise.  A promise of rest for following some very simple principles of listening to God and following His ways.  But the words that follow are very sobering: "...But you said, 'We will not walk in it...we will not listen.'" God's promise then: Disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's important to not look at God's warning of disaster as a punishment, but rather as a natural result of not walking in God's ways.  His ways are the right ways because they bring rest.  He knows that because He made us and knows what we need.  And when we deviate from what we really need, we suffer for it.  Like when we don't get enough physical rest and we pay for it later with fatigue and burn out.  Like when we don't eat healthy food and it results in health problems later.  A healthy soul requires some basic maintenance too, but Jesus says His yoke is easy.  It's not complicated.  It's not beyond us.  It can be difficult to go against our human nature, but not nearly as difficult as the alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;If Jesus was campaigning for your vote, some of His slogans would be:  Hope instead of despair.  Trust instead of worry.  Give instead of greed.   Believe in Me instead of believing you know better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Are you listening?  Are you at rest?  These two things go together, dear one.  There's no way around that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have found rest, and I want that for you, just as Jesus does.  Believe in His love.  Believe in His mercy.  Believe in His promise: "Come to me...and you will find rest for your souls."  Because you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love endures forever." (Psalm 118)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5387397625300840549-3847384658751924063?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3847384658751924063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=3847384658751924063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3847384658751924063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3847384658751924063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/10/rest-for-soul.html' title='Rest For The Soul'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-5420953072166375833</id><published>2010-10-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:31:57.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TLX69-sClSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pM0_x9e8jNg/s1600/bible:cross.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TLX69-sClSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pM0_x9e8jNg/s200/bible:cross.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527600060373832994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jesus took the Twelve aside and told them, "We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled.  He will be handed over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him, spit on him, flog him, and kill him.  On the third day he will rise again."  Luke 18:31-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Son of Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Son of Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Son of Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Son of Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;your life given for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;your love poured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;your mercy so extravagant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so I could be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Son of man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;how could you have shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so much love&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/5387397625300840549-5420953072166375833?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5420953072166375833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=5420953072166375833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5420953072166375833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5420953072166375833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus-took-twelve-aside-and-told-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TLX69-sClSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pM0_x9e8jNg/s72-c/bible:cross.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-8479819646660621196</id><published>2010-09-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:22:17.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life."  John 6:63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I was thinking today about how priceless the Bible is.  The words of God are written down for us to find truth in a world of conflicting messages, confusion, short-sighted wisdom, and bad news.  The very words of Jesus are recorded for us to believe and live by.  Jesus Himself calls them words of spirit and life, and they are!  How many times have I been feeling lost or discouraged or forgotten, and His simple words have refreshed me?  How many times have I felt hopeless, and a beacon of light from Heaven has enveloped me in its truth?  That I am loved.  That God is near.  That I am safe.  That faith can move mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;People often tell me that my words and stories inspire them.  They wonder where my words come from.  They are blessed, and I am glad, but it's not as mysterious as one might think.  I can explain it.  I speak words of truth and inspiration because I live by words of truth and inspiration. God's words to me are more than words in a book.  They are more than sacred and holy.  They are more than religious wisdom.  They are words of my Creator who loves me, and He desires for me to know Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To know Him I must know what He says and interpret His words correctly.  I must know His character.  I must know Him on a heart level.  I must know Him through life experiences, good and bad.  I must read, and I must seek, and I must open my mind and heart to the possibilities.  Sometimes it's easy and other times grueling, but it's always worth it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today I was reading about God entrusting us with things that we can share with others.  I was thinking about the different things I share, from money and other tangible things, to the intangible treasures of faith, hope, and good advice.  My advice today is this: read the Bible today and every day;  do a Bible study, either on your own or with others.  There is value in both ways.  But don't do it out of duty or obligation.  Don't do it just to be a Bible scholar or a know-it-all or as a platform to judge others and tell them how to live.  Do it with joy.  For yourself.  For truth to live by.  For hope to go on.  For wisdom to succeed.  For inspiration.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;God's words are for you.  They're priceless.  And they're right at your fingertips, even if you must dust off your Bible a little first :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5387397625300840549-8479819646660621196?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8479819646660621196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=8479819646660621196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8479819646660621196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8479819646660621196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-i-have-spoken-to-you-are-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-1076299887660688902</id><published>2010-08-31T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:32:43.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenth Avenue North - Healing Begins (acoustic live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PysGn0S54gI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PysGn0S54gI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PysGn0S54gI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-1076299887660688902?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1076299887660688902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=1076299887660688902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1076299887660688902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1076299887660688902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/08/tenth-avenue-north-healing-begins.html' title='Tenth Avenue North - Healing Begins (acoustic live)'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-5244407450192950161</id><published>2010-07-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:14:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4lyyTJGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zeuiw_rjDmI/s1600/Needles+purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4lyyTJGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zeuiw_rjDmI/s200/Needles+purple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532945470396245090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4a9qmqjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OFgltSgacA8/s1600/Needles+orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4a9qmqjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OFgltSgacA8/s200/Needles+orange.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532945284338199090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4F79phEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gNuDOsspxfo/s1600/Needles+gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4F79phEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gNuDOsspxfo/s200/Needles+gray.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532944923103953986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary this week, and we went to our favorite place: Cannon Beach, Oregon.  Our first date was there, and we also spent our honeymoon in the small coastal town along the picturesque Oregon shore.  This year we spent our anniversary enjoying the beautiful beach with our three children.  The weather was mostly good, but being the Oregon Coast, it varied from day to day.  From sunny and warm, to sunny but windy, to overcast and fog; we had it all, including a bit of misty rain one morning, but we had a great time, and I took lots of pictures as usual.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I transferred the photos to our computer when we got home.  Some of them were taken with blue skies, while others were mostly gray.  Gray sky, gray water, gray sand.  I was tempted to discard those, but one of them caught my artistic eye, and I could see it had the potential to be much more.  With some creative photo editing, the gray clouds and gray water could become a hazy purple or blue, like when the morning light first illuminates the sky.  Or it could glow with the colors of a muted sunset that gives a pink or orange hue to the skyline.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the results, and I think the way we look at life, circumstances, others, and ourselves can also be viewed through different filters.  It may be a bleak picture with the unaided eye, but as children of light, we can have a different view.  In Luke 11:34, Jesus says that the eye is the lamp of the body.  When our eyes are good, the whole body will be filled with light, but when our eyes are bad, darkness prevails.  Gloom.  Despair.  Hopelessness.  The outlook is bleak and gray, like an overcast sky, but that's just a limited human view.  God's got Photoshop!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am feeling discouraged, afraid, hopeless, unloved, insignificant, or some other emotion based on difficult circumstances, I ask God to give me a different view.  To filter things through the light of His love.  His truth.  His ways.  His beauty.  His goodness.  Seeing the light fills me with light.  Hope.  Joy.  Peace.  Patience.  May we live as children of light, for our Father is glorious--even on a cloudy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-5244407450192950161?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5244407450192950161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=5244407450192950161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5244407450192950161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/5244407450192950161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/07/hows-view.html' title='Children of Light'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TMj4lyyTJGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zeuiw_rjDmI/s72-c/Needles+purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-8201287685395795699</id><published>2010-05-21T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:20:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I received a message this week from one of my book readers who made a rather profound statement, in my opinion.  She said that she reads because she loves it so much.  That might sound trivial, but I'm contrasting it with how many others tell me they would like to read more but don't have the time.  She's making the time.  Why?  Because she loves it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I hear something similar from those who say they'd like to try writing.  "I'd love to have time to write," they say.  Or, "I wish I could write like you."  Often I will ask if they've ever tried to write seriously, and many of them say, "Oh, I've never had the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Then again some have tried and simply can't, and to me that's a valid response.  Writing isn't for everyone.  And while most women I know can read just fine, some don't enjoy it, and that's okay too.  Life is meant to be enjoyed.  What do you enjoy?  What do you wish you had more time to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I know something just came to mind.  Don't ignore it.  Don't put it off another day!  Do it.  Try it.  Try something new, or fall back into an old favorite.  Duties and responsibilities will still be there tomorrow.  The dishes will get done eventually.  A house of clutter with happy people dwelling in it is better than a spotless one with inhabitants who are enjoyment-deprived.  Maybe you love to clean house, so clean away!  Or maybe you'd rather be reading, or writing, or gardening, or playing a game with your kids, or sewing, or scrapbooking, or teaching others to do what you love.  Whatever it is, just do it!  If it will bring you joy, that's all the reason you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"The fruit of the Spirit is...joy...against such things there is no law."  Gal 5:23&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/5387397625300840549-8201287685395795699?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8201287685395795699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=8201287685395795699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8201287685395795699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8201287685395795699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-received-message-this-week-from-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7893398936384487593</id><published>2010-04-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:06:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jesus went with his disciples to the village of Nain, with a great crowd following him.  A funeral procession was coming out as he approached the village gate.  The boy who had died was the only son of a widow, and many mourners from the village were with her.  When the Lord saw her, his heart overflowed with compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Don't cry," he said.  Then he walked over to the coffin and touched it, and the bearers stopped.  "Young man," he said, "get up."  Then the dead boy sat up and began to talk to those around him.  And Jesus gave him back to his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Luke 7:11-15   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This scene amazes me on several levels.  The most obvious "wow" moment is Jesus raising this boy from the dead.  And that in itself makes this a great story.  Can you even imagine?  I know I can't, and I have a very active imagination!  If I were to include someone raising from the dead in one of my books, it would move from the romance genre to science fiction, or possibly even horror.  But as they say, the truth is stranger than fiction, and when Jesus is involved, things can get pretty wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But as I was reading this, the thing that struck me even more than Jesus raising this boy from the dead is His interaction with the mother.  Some would say that Jesus performed this miracle to display His power in front of His disciples, the townspeople, and the great crowd following Him, and a revealing of His glory was certainly a result of His actions.  (Great fear swept the crowd, and they praised God, saying, "A mighty prophet has risen among us," and "We have seen the hand of God at work today." v.16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But was this Jesus' motive?  To "wow" the crowd?  I don't think so.  His attention is clearly on the mother.  He knew who she was.  He knew she had just lost her only son.  He knew she was alone.  And 'His heart went out to her.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; His compassion overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Don't cry," He said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now that I can picture.  I'm sure He was close to her when He said it.  His words were for her.  They were personal.  He was fulfilling His own teaching.  "God blesses you who weep now, for the time will come when you will laugh with joy." (Luke 6:21-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;)  This mother's joy was coming.  And it was coming quickly!  I'm not sure laughter was her first reaction though.  If it was me, I think I would have fainted and only come-to when my son was splashing some water on my face and saying, "Wake up, Mom!  Jesus just raised me from the dead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I wonder if Jesus was thinking of His own mother when He saw this woman.  He knew that she would be in a similar situation one day all too soon.  Was He doing what He hoped someone would do for her on that sad day?  "Don't cry, Mary.  He's coming back.  He said so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This may be an unbelievable scene, and you may have trouble picturing Jesus doing something so far outside of reality.  But I hope that if you need comfort today in some difficult circumstances, if you're feeling lonely or alone, if you're in need of some guidance, or hope, or a miracle of your own, that you hear Jesus saying, "Don't cry.  I'm going to make it all right.  I love you, and you're not alone.  I'm here.  Just wait and see what I'm going to do next."  It might make you laugh.  It might make you faint.  It might be something very small in comparison to raising someone from the dead.  But it will be what you need.  It will be for you.  It will remind you of His faithfulness.  It will remind you of His love.&lt;/span&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/5387397625300840549-7893398936384487593?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7893398936384487593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7893398936384487593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7893398936384487593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7893398936384487593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/jesus-went-with-his-disciples-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-194815528160758685</id><published>2010-04-15T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:36:54.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.  If someone strikes you on the cheek, turn to him the other also.  If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic.  Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back.  Do to others as you would have them do to you...then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked.  Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful."  Luke 6:27-31;35-36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As a writer, I usually think of myself as someone that can bring truth, direction, encouragement, and hope.  Whether I'm writing a novel, a short article such as this, or a letter to a friend, that's always my goal.  It's interesting to watch how people respond to the words I write, and I often wonder how many are listening.  How many really get what I'm trying to say? How many don't get it, how many do but don't want to hear it, and how many listen, believe, and put the truth into practice?  As I always say to my kids when they ask me a question I don't know the answer to: 'It's a mystery, Charlie Brown.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I like how Jesus starts out this particular string of suggestions: 'I tell you who hear Me.'  I think Jesus knew that many who were in the crowd would hear Him, but not really listen.  And He would give them that choice.  The freedom to listen to what He had to say and then walk away saying to themselves, 'That's the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; thing I ever heard.  I don't know who this rabbi thinks he is, but he's not facing reality.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The problem we often have with the words of Jesus is that they aren't natural.  The way we normally think and function is put on the chopping block, and most of it gets axed!  Our natural reaction to unfairness and mistreatment and robbery and being taken advantage of is to fight back. 'No!  You can't do that to me, and I'm not going to let you!'  We see this every day in others and far too often in ourselves as well.  On Sundays we put on our Sunday Best and go to church and sing nice songs and listen to the preacher, calling ourselves good Christians and good citizens and decent, civil people, and a lot of the time we are.  But then someone crosses our path and does something we don't like, and suddenly we are their worst nightmare.  And what's worse, we often judge them in the Name of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jesus had a name for that: hypocrisy.  And He hated it.  If someone wanted to get Jesus all riled up about something, that was the way to do it.  And they often did, and when He crossed them and called them out on their evil ways, then He was their enemy and someone they wanted to get rid of, and eventually they succeeded--for a few days anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I hear a lot of people say that they pray for those they feel oppressed by.  Whether it's a particular person in their life, a group of people they oppose for whatever reason, the government, or fellow Christians.  And if they really do that, I commend them.  But I think what a lot of us are really saying is, 'Those are evil people who need prayer,' but we seldom actually get on our knees for them.  And, even if we do, this was not Jesus' only directive to those who would hear Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He didn't just say to pray.  He also said to act.  To love.  To do good.  To bless, not curse.  To give.  To show kindness and mercy.  It's not complicated.  It's not like Jesus isn't being clear.  It's just not natural for us, and I think that's the whole point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What's the point of being natural?  Nothing.  There's no point when we act apart from God's divine nature.  We live as mere mortals, and it's exhausting!  We weren't meant to live that way.  It's pointless.  We strive for what we think we need only to discover in the end that we need something else.  Not revenge.  Not to be right.  Not to get what we think we deserve.  Not even to hold on to what is rightly ours.  Those pursuits seem so urgent, but there's no satisfaction in them.  Even if we rise and conquer, victory eludes us.  We end up feeling emptier than when we started.  And Jesus knew that.  He still knows it.  And that is why He provides a new way.  A new solution that actually works.  A supernatural way of living that can truly make us feel alive and rise above whatever and whomever is making us feel oppressed or angry or fearful.  It's the way of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Negative actions of others cannot be dealt with through negativity.  As Paul put it in Romans 12:22, 'Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.'  He writes these words after some other radical statements like, 'Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.'  And, 'Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement.'  And, 'Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.  Honor one another above yourselves.'  (Romans 12 is a great read if you're ever in the mood to be inspired to live differently, supernaturally, and according to what Jesus refers to as 'The Kingdom of Heaven.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This way of life is not easy.  It is not for the faint of heart.  But it is good.  It is worthwhile.  It is rewarding.  And perhaps best of all, it is not impossible.  If you choose to live this way, you won't get it right every time, and often you will totally blow it--believe me, I know.  But it's worth the effort, and what I have found is that while it may not be easy, it's much easier than the alternative.  Peace and joy will come when you least expect it.  The delight of your God will be abundant and satisfying.  And the more you live this way, the more you'll want to, and the more you'll love it.  In other words, it's addicting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'll finish with the words Jesus goes on to say.  Take Him at His word, dear one.  Believe it or not, He has your best interests in mind.  So you may as well believe it, and you will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Do not judge, and you will not be judged.  Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned.  Forgive, and you will be forgiven.  Give, and it will be given to you.  A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over will be poured into your lap.  For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Luke 6:37-38&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/5387397625300840549-194815528160758685?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/194815528160758685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=194815528160758685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/194815528160758685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/194815528160758685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-of-love.html' title='The Way of Love'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-1279416042095702053</id><published>2010-03-25T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:56:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TEN4cbQDLZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RY3ndXjZ_tE/s1600/Daffodil+3.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/_O8oJngC32Bw/TEN4cbQDLZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RY3ndXjZ_tE/s320/Daffodil+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495368400068881810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TEN3Nha3buI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DSeZKtKTkPY/s1600/Mt+Rainier:Daffodils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TEN3Nha3buI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DSeZKtKTkPY/s320/Mt+Rainier:Daffodils.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495367044515196642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yesterday I took some pictures of the mountain and this daffodil field.  It's a beautiful view, isn't it?  I have to thank my sister for taking me there and sharing such a beautiful hidden treasure. While the mountain is clearly visible from the road, the field is not.  To see it and get this particular shot, you have to climb up a short slope, cross over the railroad tracks, and go down the other side, and then there they are, laid out like a blanket with the mountain as a backdrop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;One of my favorite photos of the day is of one particular daffodil.   In this sea of beauty, it stands taller than those around it.  Like it's happy to be alive. Like it's proud to be a daffodil.  Like it knows it's standing among this glorious display and can do its part to add to the beauty.  Like it matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I have a deep need to feel that I matter.  I may be just one of billions of people on this planet, but I matter.  I am beautiful.  I am loved.  I make a difference.  I am like so many others, but that doesn't make me insignificant.  It just means I need to have the faith to believe in who I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jesus tells a parable about a treasure hidden in a field.  He says that the one who discovers this treasure buys the whole field so that the treasure can belong to him.  He says that the treasure is like the Kingdom of Heaven.  The Kingdom of Heaven is all about God caring for His people and teaching them to care for one another. Being cared for requires submission, trust, and obedience.  Caring for others requires love, patience, and a sense of purpose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;These things don't come easy though, do they?  It sounds simple enough.  Love God.  Love others.  But something gets in the way of those simple commands--Life.  Submission, trust, and obedience become more difficult when life becomes difficult.  And loving others becomes difficult when people are difficult.  Would you agree with me on that?  So, where does that leave us?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's all about finding the treasure hidden in the field.  In this field the treasure I found was a daffodil that had found a way to rise above the other flowers surrounding it.  And I compare this 'standing proud' beauty to a person who knows they matter.  Significance.  It's a powerful motivator.  It's something that makes us want to be good at something that will make others take notice, but this often leads to destructive thinking and behavior.  We either fail in our pursuit, or we succeed at the expense of others, or we succeed legitimately but we're never satisfied.  We wish we had done better.  We feel inferior to others that are more successful.  We reach the top of the ladder only to realize it doesn't satisfy us like we thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The problem is we try to find significance in what we do rather than who we are.  What we do varies from day to day, but who we are...that is always the same.  We are loved, valued, forgiven, and free.  In God's eyes, we are the treasure.  He found us in that field, and He bought the whole farm!  And we are a part of the display of His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So stand proud, dear one.  You were bought with a price.  And I find that when I believe that about myself, when I believe that God loves me and values me and there is nothing that can separate me from that love--not even my own failures and mistakes and shortcomings--then loving Him and loving others comes easier.  I trust Him because I know He's trustworthy. I submit to His ways because I know they are best for me.  And I love others more freely because even when they are difficult, God can give me the grace to endure and to love them when my love has run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"He did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised."  Romans 4:20-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5387397625300840549-1279416042095702053?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1279416042095702053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=1279416042095702053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1279416042095702053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1279416042095702053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/rise-above.html' title='Rise Above'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/TEN4cbQDLZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RY3ndXjZ_tE/s72-c/Daffodil+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-4200453107700436700</id><published>2010-02-18T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:04:49.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Own Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I’m not just God; I’m your Father, and I am more than you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I want you to experience My Kingdom right where you’re at today--My perfection for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;You don’t need to worry about your daily needs, I will provide them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;If you’re burdened by guilt today, don’t be; ask for My forgiveness and don’t doubt it.  After all, if you can forgive others, than surely I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;I will never lead you the wrong way, just follow Me and I will rescue and protect you from disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Beyond this, what do you need?  Whatever it is, just ask.  Be bold!  I want you to ask Me for great things.  I’ll always answer in the best possible way, and I’ll be with you in everything, giving you joy and peace and filling your heart with My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;This is who I am, your loving, generous, almighty God.  And you are My child. Come to Me every day, several times a day, and I’ll keep reminding you of that.   &lt;/span&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/5387397625300840549-4200453107700436700?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4200453107700436700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4200453107700436700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4200453107700436700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4200453107700436700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-his-own-words.html' title='In His Own Words'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-2800783703515594492</id><published>2010-01-23T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:34:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now they came to Jericho. As He (Jesus) went out of Jericho with His disciples and a great multitude, blind Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, sat by the road begging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"  Then many warned him to be quiet; but he cried out all the more, "Son of David, have mercy on me!"  So Jesus stood still and commanded him to be called. Then they called the blind man, saying to him, "Be of good cheer. Rise, He is calling you."  And throwing aside his garment, he rose and came to Jesus. So Jesus answered and said to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="JesusWords"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"What do you want Me to do for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; The blind man said to Him, "Rabboni, that I may receive my sight."  Then Jesus said to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="JesusWords"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Go your way; your faith has made you well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus on the road.  Mark 10:46-52 (NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have you ever asked yourself, 'I wonder what I need to do to get on God's good side?'  Have you ever felt like God is pressing you against the wall like a thumbtack and saying, 'You need to do this if you really want to follow me.'?  Do you ever feel like no matter how many good things you do and how many days you are faithful, it's never enough?  Like God is never happy with you?  Or maybe you feel like God doesn't give you a second thought; that you're not worthy of His attention and He won't even notice if you're not following Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In Mark 9:33-10:52, we can read about the Disciples' need to be seen as important and "great".  In one instance they are arguing amongst themselves about who is the greatest, and on another occasion two of them are asking Jesus if they are great enough to be seated on His right and His left in His Kingdom.  In both cases Jesus says the same thing about what awaits those who have their sights set on greatness and a desire to be first: it's a lot of work!  And while some may interpret Jesus' words in a challenging way, as something to strive for through servanthood, I'm not so sure that's His recommendation.  I think it's more of a warning to not get the wrong impression about what it means to truly follow Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The purpose of following Jesus is not to earn God's favor.  It's not to show God or others how good and committed I can be.  He's not looking for me to sacrifice more or to be perfect or to become worthy of His attention and love.  People often expect that of me, but God is interested in something else.  He wants me to recognize how much I need Him.  Like a child needs a parent's care.  Like a sick person needs a doctor.  Like a blind man needs a miracle.  I have nothing to offer Him, but He has everything to offer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When a rich man came to Jesus and asked Him what he needed to do to inherit eternal life, I think he may have expected Jesus to say, 'Give twenty percent of your income to the Temple instead of only ten: give me a little more and I'll reward you for it.'  But Jesus told him to give everything he had.  Why?  Because God really needed his money?  I don't think so.  God's resourcefulness is not dependent on us humans.  So what was Jesus really asking for?  He wanted the man to let go of his self-sufficiency.  He didn't want him to be placing his trust and identity in his money because riches are fleeting and require a lot of time and energy to maintain.  They can be gone in a moment and become the source of a lot of worry.  Having money can be nice, but it can also be a tremendous burden.  Just ask the man who went away sad in his wealth.  Where was his joy?  He didn't have any of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Contrast his story with the blind man's.  The blind man has nothing to offer Jesus.  All he could do was cry out for mercy.  People told him to be quiet and not bother the good teacher.  But he didn't listen to them.  He had a need, and he wanted it met, and he wasn't ashamed to beg for it.  'Have mercy on me!' he cried.  And how did Jesus respond?  Did he ignore him or send him away or rebuke him or tell him what he needed to do to earn God's favor?  No.  He asked him what he needed, and He gave him his sight because he asked for it.  That's faith.  Believing in God's mercy.  In unmerited favor.  In God's concern for His people.  In God's heart that loves beyond reason.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I was to meet Jesus face to face today, and He had one question to ask me, I don't think He would say, 'How much have you done for Me, Melanie?' or 'How have you proved your love for Me?' or 'How much money have you given?' or 'How much have you sacrificed for Me?' Those are human standards of measurement.  Performance based.  Law based.  Impossible standards for an impossible-to-please god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But Jesus' standard of measurement is a little different.  Not 'How much have you given?' but 'How much have you received?  How much do you believe in My love--My unconditional love--and in My ability to meet your need and also My willingness to.'  Why do I believe that?  Because of all the people Jesus interacts with in these two chapters of Mark, the two He responds most favorably to are those who have the least to offer Him.  This blind man.  And the children.  Why?  Because they are completely open to His love.  To His mercy.  To His openness.  To His heart.  They're not asking, 'What do I need to do to get on God's good side?'  It never even crosses their mind.  They just come when He says, 'Come closer.'  They just receive His warm embrace and His healing touch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They are "the least of these" and they aren't striving for greatness.  They don't feel ignored.  And they aren't concerned with their own faithfulness, just His.  They aren't consumed with performance, they're consumed with His presence and His love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And so am I.  Are you?  I hope so, because it's a beautiful place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5387397625300840549-2800783703515594492?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2800783703515594492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=2800783703515594492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2800783703515594492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/2800783703515594492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-they-came-to-jericho.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-8223047842216061152</id><published>2010-01-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:34:36.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They came to Capernaum.  When Jesus was at the house, he asked his disciples, "What were you arguing about on the road?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But they kept quiet because on the way they had argued about who was the greatest.  Sitting down, Jesus spoke to them and said, "If anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mark 9:33-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jesus goes on to talk about welcoming children and "outsiders"(who were actually insiders according to Jesus), and then He talks about causing "these" to sin.  I think He means leading others astray by inaccurate teaching about their value and worth in God's eyes.  Most, including the disciples, had disregard for their pure hearts just because they weren't seen as important in society and even among religious people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How does this happen?  How do we overlook those who are so valuable in God's eyes?  By trying to get ahead.  By reaching for greatness, walking toward prestige, and having the wrong focus.  (Mark 9:42-47)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jesus finishes by talking about salt and being at peace with one another. (49-50)  Salt is a symbol of the covenant--God's grace, love, and faithfulness.  And this is what we should be reaching out for and walking toward and seeking to receive.  To receive God's love brings peace, for ourselves and with others, not striving to be first--even through servanthood.  If the motive for servanthood is to get ahead, it's not any better than trying to get there through dishonest means and probably more exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A true attitude of servanthood, one that welcomes and accepts others for who they are and where they're at--this comes from allowing God to first serve me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-8223047842216061152?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8223047842216061152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=8223047842216061152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8223047842216061152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/8223047842216061152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-came-to-capernaum.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-6062554141118375020</id><published>2009-12-30T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:47:42.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year; New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"But if You can do anything, have compassion on us and help us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jesus said to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; "If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"  Mark 9:22-24 (NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I saw Him again this week.  And it was glorious.  Surprising, but amazing and delightful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Those clouds can be so deceiving.  Any reason for hope is just clouded by doubt, but the light is blinding when it breaks through, and it leaves me speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Human perspective is so short-sighted.  Human reason is so limiting.  Hope based on logic is so faint and well, hopeless.  But hope in Jesus?  The impossible becomes possible.  The tragic becomes an opportunity for glorious grace.  The heartbreaking becomes heartwarming.  Despair turns to joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We’re at the end of another year, and maybe you feel at the end of your rope.  If you do, I have good news for you.  Just like a new year is upon us, new hope is waiting for you to cling to.  I have learned that being at the end of my rope, or seeing others at the end of theirs, it’s a glorious place to be.  Why?  Because the glory is coming!  Just wait.  Just believe.  And if you can’t, do what the man did who wanted his son to be healed so desperately but had trouble believing Jesus could really do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“Lord, I believe,” he cried.  “Help my unbelief!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And hear Jesus respond.  “Anything is possible for the one who believes that I am able.”&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/5387397625300840549-6062554141118375020?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6062554141118375020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=6062554141118375020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6062554141118375020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/6062554141118375020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-hope.html' title='New Year; New Hope'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-1792775311546918569</id><published>2009-12-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:52:19.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;“Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you.  Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you...For if you love them which love you, what thank have ye?  For sinners also love those that love them...Be merciful as your Father also is merciful.”  Luke 6:27-28, 32, 36 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Whew!  That’s a tough one.  Sometimes I have trouble loving the people who do love me, let alone those who don’t!  How about you?  So why does Jesus instruct us to love our enemies and those who have hurt us?  One reason is because they need the love.  People who hurt others have been hurt themselves.  They are not well-loved.  They need to experience God’s love and the compassion of others.  Without it they will never change.  They will continue to hurt more people just as they have hurt us.  They will remain in bondage to hate and bitterness and strife.  And we will remain there with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Love brings healing, for them and for us, but when we have trouble loving others, it’s not just an area we need to work on and strive to be better at, it’s a red-flag that we have not taken God’s mercy fully into our own hearts.  I like the words that Jesus speaks here in the King James Version because there is an interesting word in the middle of His dialogue. “If you love them which love you, what &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"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;thank&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"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; have ye?“  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The word ‘thank’ means ‘grace’.  To love others that love us is nice, a natural thing, but it doesn’t reveal the grace of God in our lives.  But to love those who don’t love us, that can only come from one source: hearts that fully recognize and accept God’s love.  Full hearts.  Thankful hearts.  Forgiven hearts that live continually in His grace toward us first, and then can pass that forgiveness on to others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Grace is not just something to receive, it is something that when received changes us.  Later in His message Jesus says this: “The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart...out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.”  We can’t just determine we are going to love someone and do it.  We can’t just decide we’re going to do good to others who have hurt us. Only when we fully take in God’s love for ourselves and ‘store it up’ will we have anything to ‘spill over’ onto others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;What grace have ye?  God’s full measure of forgiveness and healing and goodness filling up your soul?  Have you fully accepted His love for you?  Jesus says that the way we love others will reveal the state of our own hearts.  And hearts that live as His dearly loved children is what He wants for us more than anything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;‘And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.’  Ephesians 3:17-19&lt;/span&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/5387397625300840549-1792775311546918569?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1792775311546918569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=1792775311546918569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1792775311546918569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/1792775311546918569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-your-enemies-do-good-to-them-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-3827651647868033224</id><published>2009-12-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:52:58.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“You do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men.”  Mark 8:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The words of Jesus often hit me right between the eyes.  Calling them profound is an understatement, but that’s exactly what they are.  Truthful.  Weighty.  Thought-provoking.  Obvious, yet subtle.  Like a knife to the heart, yet delivered with grace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jesus speaks these particular words to Peter, and they are meant to be a rebuke, but the curious thing is that Peter was trying to do a very noble thing.  Jesus is telling the disciples that the time of His death is near, and Peter steps in to say, ‘Don’t say that!’  He doesn’t want to hear any talk about Jesus being defeated.  That isn’t the plan.  That can’t happen, and Peter isn’t afraid to set Jesus straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;But as often is the case, Jesus isn’t swayed by human emotions.  He understands where Peter is coming from, but He can’t accept his way of thinking.  It’s short-sighted and counter-productive.  Jesus came to teach and demonstrate the love of God.  That was His purpose, His destiny, His way of telling the world that His mercy extends to all.  To take that away made no sense to Him, to put it mildly.  Jesus uses some stronger words: “Get behind me, Satan!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Those are some pretty harsh words for Jesus to speak to anyone, let alone one of His closest followers, but I think He often has cause to say the same thing to you and me--a lot more often than we are willing to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When I read these words a few days ago, I knew Jesus was speaking them to me in a variety of ways.  Some more serious than others.  And while there is that element of rebuke in bringing my thinking into alignment with God’s, there is also a great deal of freedom in knowing that the burdens of my heart are of little significance in light of God’s perfect ways.  What I see as tragedy, hardship, confusion, failure, pain, loss, and negativity, He sees as opportunities for grace, redemption, love, and hope.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The mind of man is unreliable, untrustworthy, short-sighted, and lacking in understanding and proper perspective.  But the mind of God is always perfect.  The things of God are good, intentional, and higher than our own ways could ever be.  In what ways are you allowing your mind to dwell on the things of man?  Do you need a heavenly perspective?  Is your heart bound by human emotion and despair, or are you living in the freedom of His grace?  Are you trying to be in charge, or are you letting Him be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It can be tough to let go of what we think is best, but it’s the best thing we can ever do.  For ourselves, for those around us, for our world--which you might not think is worth much, but Jesus did.  And so are you.  You were worth His life.  Now there’s some out-of-this-world thinking.  But it’s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;‘Follow the way of love...’ 1 Corinthians 14:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-3827651647868033224?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3827651647868033224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=3827651647868033224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3827651647868033224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3827651647868033224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-of-god.html' title='The Things of God'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-777396892713973345</id><published>2009-12-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:09:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There was a young woman named Sarah that was raised as a princess.  Her father was the king of a great land. He was very wealthy, and she was well educated.  At the age of 22, having finished college and not being married, she moved to New York City in America to make her own way in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She was close to her family and remained in contact with them.  While she searched for a job, they supported her financially, and when she called one day to tell them she had been hired as a research assistant for a large book publishing company, they were happy for her.  Being financially stable on her own within a few weeks, she asked them to stop sending her money, and the weekly wire-transfers ceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Many years passed.  Along the way Sarah found a man to share her life with, and they were married.  They had two children.  She climbed the ladder of success in the publishing world and became an editor, and she balanced career and family.  She was busy, didn’t get a lot of sleep, and went from one day to the next with a familiar kind of monotony, but she was her own woman, doing what she had left her homeland to do, and she was happy, as happy as she could imagine ever being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When her youngest child was five years old, Sarah’s  husband became very sick.  After many medical tests and doctor’s exams, his condition remained a mystery.  Nevertheless he was sick and couldn’t work for several months.  Eventually he lost his job and his share of the family income.  With a hefty mortgage to pay on their large New York condo, Sarah called her father and asked if he could help them out.  He agreed without hesitation, and the money was wired to their account that very day, and once a month until her husband mysteriously got better, was able to get his old job back, and began bringing in a steady income once again.  When she called her father to let him know they no longer needed help, the monthly support stopped, and life returned to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;About a year later another crisis came.  This time her job was in jeopardy as her publishing company was facing some tough financial times and several editors were let go to downsize things.  After twelve years with the company, Sarah was suddenly unemployed in a city where other similar businesses were in the same boat, and finding another job took almost two years.  During that time she enjoyed some quality time with her husband and children she hadn’t had been able to fit into her schedule before, and with her father’s money to help them out once again, they didn’t experience any great financial hardship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Returning to work as a full-fledged editor with a publishing company she had once only dreamed of working for, Sarah could see that losing her job originally had been a blessing in disguise.  They hadn’t just survived the difficult time but actually thrived, and her new job was better than the one she’d had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few years later her husband got sick again, and in just two months he was gone.  His heart gave out one day, and Sarah became a widow at the age of forty with two children to care for on her own.  She knew that if she sold their upscale condo and moved into a smaller place in a less desirable neighborhood, she could support her family on one income, but she loved their home and didn’t want to leave where she had spent so many happy years with her husband, nor did she want to uproot the children from everything that was familiar to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Her parents made the journey from their homeland to attend the funeral of their son-in-law and remained for another week to have some time with their daughter and grandchildren, providing emotional support during the difficult time.  The evening before they were scheduled to leave, Sarah broke down with the burden of the challenges and changes that lay before her.  She had silently decided to sell the condo and move them to a new place, not feeling certain where they would go but feeling like it was her only option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“What is this talk?” her father asked.  “Why are you talking about not having the money to remain here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She looked at him and waited for an explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Don’t you remember your childhood and how we cared for all of your needs until you moved here and were able to support yourself?  Don’t you remember when your husband was sick and we wired you money to meet your expenses until he was better?  How many months was that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Six,” she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“And when you lost your job and we sent you money so you wouldn’t have to move then?  How long was that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Two years.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Do you still not understand that we are always here for you no matter what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She felt humbled by their generosity, but she knew she shouldn’t be surprised.  Had they ever let her down?  Had they ever left her to fend for herself when she was in need?  Had her father been the one to withhold anything from her during the times of prosperity, or had she been the one to stop receiving what she could provide for herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;More tears escaped her eyelids, but this time they weren’t from an overwhelming burden caused by difficult circumstances.  This time they were simply tears of gratitude and a realization that she was so loved and could always count on the care of her father.  She could deny his generosity whenever she didn’t have the need or was too proud to receive it, but he could never turn his heart from however she needed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This parable was inspired by the words of Jesus in Mark 8:14-21.  If you are facing tough financial times or have any other burdens that are weighing you down, I encourage you to read these precious and poignant words of our loving Savior and allow them to bring you peace today.&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/5387397625300840549-777396892713973345?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/777396892713973345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=777396892713973345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/777396892713973345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;God is Father, Creator, Savior, Lord, Spirit, Truth, Light, Life, Infinite, Ever-Present, Holy, Just, All-Powerful, All-Knowing, Good, Righteous, Merciful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&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="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;What are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4407774670255243556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4407774670255243556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4407774670255243556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-is-father-creator-savior-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-3150766399023103728</id><published>2009-10-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:54:32.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Call To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"The Kingdom of God is near. Repent and believe the good news."  Mark 1:15&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"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Our greatest need is to know that we are loved.  Mankind has a universal need for love, but mankind also has a universal problem--unbelief in God's love--a lack of belief in our value and worth.  Many believe we are simply here by chance, an accident of nature that is very real and yet serves no purpose.  Others believe we are created beings--here for a reason and a purpose, but those reasons are either unknown, vague, misinterpreted, or seem unattainable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Even those who believe in God have an epidemic problem with believing we are loved unconditionally, valued immeasurably, and secure as God's children.  We may or may not fear death, but we fear life.  We go from day to day trying to make the best of it, striving for things we think we want or need, but still this underlying shame in who we are--in the way we view ourselves, remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This is not a recent problem.  It has existed from the beginning.  And for those living in Israel in BC times, it was the same.  When Jesus appeared on the scene, it was a chaotic time of political change and unrest.  The Roman Empire had taken over, benefitting some and oppressing others.  Poverty was widespread.  Disease was rampant.  Demon-possession was plaguing individual lives and communities.  People had a feeling hopelessness, dread, burden, and insignificance.  They were "poor in spirit".  And those who had a feeling of elitism and were at the top of the heap, either politically or religiously, had only gotten there through much sacrifice and law-abiding.  They were chained to a system with standards too high to keep, and while on the outside showed great pomp and righteousness, inside they were just as broken as everyone else.  They weren't of value because of who they were, only by the positions they held and what they strived to attain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When Jesus came He had one primary message.  "The Kingdom of God is near.  Repent and believe the good news."  What was he wanting them to repent from?  Sin, yes, but more than that--the root of sin; unbelief.   What was the good news?  That they were loved by God.  The word repent means to change one's thinking.  He wanted them to go from seeing themselves and those around them as worthless, sinful, and destitute, to believing words like valued, forgiven, loved, redeemed.  They were worth more than can be measured by human standards, and it wasn't something they had to earn or strive for--it was available to whoever wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;He even recruited a band of disciples to help Him spread the word.  "Come, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men."  He knew it was a message everyone needed to hear, and He only had three years to preach it Himself before He would be silenced by those who couldn't take any more of His absurd teaching that God loved everyone.  It's difficult to imagine anyone refusing the idea that God's love is a free gift--an act of kindness and mercy, not something to be earned and attained by a select few who were righteous enough to gain God's favor, but many did; and many still do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;How did Jesus demonstrate this free, available to anyone love?  He started by teaching it everywhere He went--at the river, in towns and villages, along the beach, in the synagogues.  He went on to drive out demons, heal the sick, give the blind sight and the deaf their hearing.  He didn't just do this in one place, He went everywhere, spreading the good news to all.  "Let us go somewhere else--to the nearby villages--so I can preach there also.  That is why I have come." We often say that Jesus came to die for our sins, and He did, but His death was one more way of getting His message across.  "You are loved.  God does not hold your sin against you.  He loves you.  He values you.  Come to the tree of life in the Paradise of God.  This is your rightful place as His children.  Stop eating from the tree of unbelief and live!  I am your God.  I love you.  You are mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The tree of the knowledge of good and evil that Adam and Eve ate from is the same tree that we all eat from too often.  It's the tree of doubt.  Doubt in what He has plainly told us.  Doubt in God's love for us.  Doubt in His ability to know what is best for us.  Doubt in His desire to keep us from pain and heartache and a feeling of worthlessness.  But when we eat from the tree of life--of the belief that we are valued and worth protecting and people who He wants the best for; When we trust Him and follow Him, not to gain favor but because we believe we already have something that can never be taken from us--the title of God's children, loved and born of God--this is when we experience life as it was meant to be.  Glorious and free and fueled with hope, joy, peace, and love everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In Mark 2:5 we see this reality played out when Jesus says to the paralytic, 'Son, your sins are forgiven.'  This man didn't make a decision that he wanted to be forgiven and had come to Jesus to ask for that.  He didn't pray the "sinner's prayer."  He was just there, a lowly human in need of God's touch--someone that others would have viewed as sinful and unworthy because of his crippled condition.  but he wasn't unworthy.  He wasn't overlooked by Jesus.  And he wasn't just in need of some new legs, he was in need of a new belief-system--Loved, forgiven, valued; just as we all are, and Jesus didn't just say so, He demonstrated its reality: "I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home." (So he got up, took his mat and went home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nothing brings healing like the love of God.  When we believe in His love--that's all we need.  We are called to love and be loved, and therein lies our humanity.  Therein lies our righteousness.&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/5387397625300840549-3150766399023103728?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3150766399023103728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=3150766399023103728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3150766399023103728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3150766399023103728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/call-to-believe.html' title='A Call To Believe'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-790162592284727351</id><published>2009-10-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:24:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“I must preach the good news of the kingdom of God...”  Luke 4:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jesus had a mission.  He had good news to share, and He was eager to share it.  “The kingdom of God is near,” He said.  It was close.  It was for everyone.  It was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love, forgiveness, goodness and hope was His message.  He talked about it.  He demonstrated its reality by healing people of their diseases, forgiving their sins, driving out demons, and calming raging seas.  ‘It’s right here.  Take it.  It’s yours.’  And many did.  He was popular.  He drew a crowd.  He had the power.  He had what they needed and the message they wanted to hear. (Well, except for the ‘religious’ ones.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everywhere He went, the truth poured out of Him.  “I must preach...”  It was too much a part of Him to hold inside.  He was experiencing Kingdom Life as God’s Son, and He wanted everyone else to experience it too.  The reality of God--their loving Creator and Father; The Eternal One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think we as Christians want to share the good news of the Kingdom just like Jesus did.  We want to and we try to, and yet it often doesn’t seem to come out right or be received well.  We’re not popular like Jesus was, we’re marked as religious fanatics.  We don’t get invited to the houses of “sinners.”  We don’t draw a crowd.  We’re not powerful.  We stammer and stutter over the right words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I don’t think it’s about our delivery style.  It’s about us.  Are we experiencing Kingdom Life like Jesus did?  Are we believing that we are God’s ‘Beloved child with whom I am well pleased’? (Mark 1:11)  Are we ‘Seeking first His Kingdom’ and letting Him take care of the rest?  Are we letting God be our King and doing ONLY what He asks of us, and no more? (John 5:19)  Are we heeding his words, ‘Follow Me’ or trying to mark out our own course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Evangelism 101: To teach the good news of the Kingdom of God effectively, we must first live it ourselves.  We must let God’s love invade our entire being before we can tell others that God loves them too.  We must have God on the throne of our hearts, follow Him every day, and trust where He is taking us before we can say to someone else, ‘Follow Him.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Focus on your own relationship with God today, and see where He leads you to share about it tomorrow.  Focus on your own faith this week, and see how He uses that to increase someone else’s.  Focus on His love FOR YOU, and see where He leads you to share that same love in the days to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It’s a message worth sharing.  It's a message worth living!  A message of hope, life, love, and transformation.  Are you living it today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Courier; min-height: 17.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-790162592284727351?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/790162592284727351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=790162592284727351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/790162592284727351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/790162592284727351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-preach-good-news-of-kingdom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-224109376400861721</id><published>2009-09-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:46:33.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C00000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;“Take and eat; this is my body.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;  Then he took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them, saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C00000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;“Drink from it, all of you.  This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.  I tell you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it anew with you in my Father’s kingdom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;  Matthew 26:26-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;Jesus loves symbolism.  He’s a storyteller and a teacher, and those two go hand in hand.  We see this throughout the New Testament Gospels.  Jesus telling stories, using metaphors, and introducing new symbols to speak and teach the truth.  His reason for this is simple: we need it.  He can and often does speak plainly to our hearts, revealing great mysteries of life and of Himself, but often we’re not paying attention or something has clouded our vision to hear the truth plainly.  So He goes about it in another way, using word-pictures and parables and symbols and real-life happenings to reveal the truth in a way we can understand it and remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;The Passover meal that Jesus had with His disciples the day before His death, often referred to as The Last Supper, is a perfect example of Jesus using symbols to teach them something.  And these same symbols were also chosen to ensure they would remember His words long after that night.  So what exactly was He teaching them through the serving of the bread and wine--a Christian tradition that continues today and is often called Communion?  More than I have currently come to understand, I’m sure, but one of the things I’ve learned from reading the words Jesus speaks are that the bread and wine are symbols of His love and forgiveness.  They are meant to be a reminder to us of His death and why He died.  Whenever we participate in Communion, we are simply remembering that Jesus paid the ultimate price for our salvation.  He gave His own life to demonstrate His great love for us--for everyone that is the creation of His hands.  His beloved children that He refuses to let go of, even when we try to run and hide, because His love endures forever and His mercy cannot be stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;But more than remembering His death, I think Jesus also wants us to remember who He is.  The one who loves us.  The one who can do the impossible.  The one who is always near.  The one who makes all things new.  The one who fills and satisfies our being.  The one who makes us whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;In Matthew’s account of the Passover dinner(and also in Mark and Luke), some words of Jesus are recorded that I find intriguing. He says that He Himself will not  drink the wine until He can drink it anew with them in His Father’s Kingdom.  Some people believe that Jesus is talking about Heaven here.  That He won’t participate in another Passover meal until the great wedding banquet that will occur at some future time away from life as we know it here on Earth.  Either after we die and go to Heaven to be with God there, or after Jesus returns to set up His Kingdom on a worldwide scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;For what it’s worth, I don’t agree with that, and here’s why.  God’s Kingdom is not a future thing; it’s a now thing.  In Matthew 28, just two chapters later and a short time after His death and resurrection, Jesus says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C00000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;“All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;  Jesus is not waiting to take His place as King.  He’s already taken it.  He’s already reigning.  For Jesus to be waiting to “drink the new wine with us” would mean He’s putting His love on hold: for another time, another place, another day.  But it’s not on hold.  His love is for today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;There is much debate in churches today about how to do the Lord’s Supper, but Jesus isn’t concerned with the actual elements used, or how, when, or where the ceremony is performed.  It’s not about that.  It’s about what He wants us to remember.  That we are loved.  That He is for us, not against us.  That He is bigger than anything we will ever face and nothing is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms';"&gt;Maybe these are things you need to remember the next time you’re in church and Communion is served, or maybe you need to remember them right now in the middle of your crazy, busy, messy life.  If so, Jesus is just waiting to sit down and remind you of all that He is. Don’t leave Him sitting in the closet or outside the front door.  Invite Him to the table with you, lay out all the burdens and desires of your heart, and hear Him say, “I love you.  I’ll take care of these things.  I’m here.  I’m over it. Remember Me, and everything is going to be okay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'comic sans ms', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-224109376400861721?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/224109376400861721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=224109376400861721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/224109376400861721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/224109376400861721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-him.html' title='Remember Him'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-9211423704650957266</id><published>2009-09-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:34:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come."  Rev. 4:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I was driving home this evening, I was listening to a song on the CD player that I really like.  I've heard it many times, but there was a line I realized I hadn't quite caught before, and it intrigued me when I finally made out what the singer was saying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Hide my sin from the beauty here before your throne.'  The song is &lt;i&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt; by Tenth Avenue North, and it's a picture of the scene in Revelation that talks about God's Throne and all that surrounds it, including the Lamb that was slain.  Whenever I hear this song I imagine myself standing before God, gazing upon His beauty and holiness and being covered by the blood of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I was thinking of this line I thought, 'How can my sin be hidden from the beauty of God and His Throne?'  Through Christ, yes, but I was looking for something more tangible.  Not just to be forgiven and cleansed of my sin so that I can stand before God blameless, but how is my sin actually removed?  Or is it?  Is it just concealed?  When something is concealed, it can't be seen, but it's still there.  Does God just overlook it and say, 'It's all right.  I know it's there, but I'm covering it up."?  Or can it actually flee, never to be seen again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not asking these questions so much for the future, like when I stand before God in Heaven someday.  I'm asking it more for right now.  The Bible doesn't just talk about being forgiven of sin and free from it someday.  It talks about being free from it now.  "It is for freedom that Christ has set you free," Paul says in Galatians.   And Jesus says, "If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."  I think they're both talking about a present reality, not just something for the future when we are no longer alive on Planet Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere between riding in my car and getting myself some dinner, I changed the words of the song slightly, thinking they were the actual lyrics, and suddenly I had a picture in my mind of what happens to the sin.  Listening to the song again as I was eating, I realized that I had changed one of the words to come up with this mental picture.  I don't mean to say that the writer of this song wrote it wrong, because I'm sure to him it means something that fits in with however he thinks, but for what God was trying to say to me on this particular night, it works better to say, 'Hide my sin &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the beauty of your throne."  Not to conceal it, but to swallow it up.  Not to just forgive, but remove it.   Not to cover it with the blood of Christ, but to make it impossible to exist in light of His Glory.  In other words, "To go and sin no more," as Jesus said to the adulterous woman who was brought before him and sent on her way to choose a different kind of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, sin doesn't exist by itself.  It is the result of unbelief.  The root of all sin is unbelief.  We don't do as God says because we don't believe its what is best for us.  We don't believe in His love, only His judgement.  We believe that if we do this thing, it's wrong.  But we don't believe that if we do what is right, we will be better off for it.  If we did, in every circumstance, we would never sin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we do sin and so forgiveness is needed.  But what is forgiveness?  It's the belief that we are okay before God.  We did something we shouldn't have, but He loves us anyway and we are set free from the fear of judgement. This requires belief on the back side of sin.  But God's greatest desire for us is that we would be set free from our unbelief on the front side and experience the blessings of choosing the right way in the first place.   That we would see Him for who He really is, know we are loved, and heed His warning about what isn't good for us and choose what is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the beauty of His Throne.  He rules with love.  And when I stand before Him in light of all He truly is, unbelief can't exist.  It's not just covered up.  It's gone.  I see the truth of His love for me, and I believe.  I see the blood Jesus shed for me and I say, "My God!  He loves me!  He died to prove that, and He lives to empower me to live!" --Free from sin.  Free from unbelief. Free to immerse myself in all that He is and all that He has for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5387397625300840549-9211423704650957266?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9211423704650957266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=9211423704650957266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/9211423704650957266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/9211423704650957266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-was-driving-home-this-evening-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-4039943497739096898</id><published>2009-08-27T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:05:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You Care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your best, your grace, your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your heart desires for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I say why, why do you care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;About me way down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And you say, My child, I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I see, I know, I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On my own I am but dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So frail, so prone to doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But you are patient, you are always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ready to lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I say why, why do you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;About me even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And you say, My child, I'm still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll never leave your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me love like I've never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You give me peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You restore my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I am your delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I say why, why do you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And you say, My child, from where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're beautiful and you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-4039943497739096898?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4039943497739096898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4039943497739096898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4039943497739096898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4039943497739096898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-you-care.html' title='Why Do You Care?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-4757134570408467445</id><published>2009-08-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:29:32.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Guard your heart always, for it is the wellspring of life."  Proverbs 4:23&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this verse the other day, and something about it really stirred my soul.  The next day one of my friends posted this same verse on her facebook wall, and I felt like God wanted me to think on it some more, and so I have been.  And I've come up with a few thoughts I'd like to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it mean to guard your heart?  When we think of guarding something, we think of protecting it, and I think that's the idea here.  We need to protect our hearts, but that can be a tricky thing.  When we want to protect our home, we put a lock on the door.  When a nation wants to defend itself, it will often build a wall around itself.  And sometimes guarding our heart means that we must do the same.  We don't let things in that can steal our peace and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But too many walls and too many locks can be detrimental too.  A heart that is shut down and closed off from everything around it becomes a lifeless heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God says that life flows from the heart.  It must be guarded, but not shut down.  In a world where people, things, and even the heart itself can bring a great deal of harm, how is this accomplished?  How can we guard our heart and have it open at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the secret lies with keeping the heart fully open to God.  Letting Him fill it with His love.  We don't guard our heart with locks and walls.  We guard it with the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have you left your heart unprotected?  What lies are you believing that are damaging your heart?  That you're worthless and never good enough?  That happiness comes from material possessions and perfect circumstances?  That harboring bitterness is better than forgiveness?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage you to take a serious look at your heart.  What's there?  God's love for you, or shame and regret?  Peace or worry?  Joy or despair?  Thankfulness or discontentment?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be honest with Him about it, and ask Him to fill it with what needs to be there, including Himself, for Jesus said, "Whoever drinks the water I give will never thirst.  It will become a spring of water welling up to eternal life." (John 4:14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-4757134570408467445?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4757134570408467445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=4757134570408467445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4757134570408467445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/4757134570408467445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/guard-your-heart-always-for-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-7704027471149617899</id><published>2009-08-02T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:12:26.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Prayer</title><content type='html'>"I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but you can also say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done.  If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer."  Matthew 21:21-22&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words of Jesus are powerful words.  They speak the truth.  Truth that we can fully believe in.  Truth that can radically change our thinking and our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But His words are often taken out of context, misinterpreted, and used to teach false truths.  "If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer," is a perfect example of this.  Just reading that sentence alone makes it sound like whatever we ask for, God will give to us, but how dangerous would that be!  If you've ever seen the movie, "Bruce Almighty", you know what I mean by that.  Having a god who gives us whatever we want and we think is best for us, is a very weak and unloving god.  And thankfully, our God is not like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what is Jesus saying here?  What kinds of prayers have that much power behind them?  What should we pray for when faced with situations that are difficult and heartbreaking?  To answer those questions we must look at the context that Jesus spoke these words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go back to verse 12 of Matthew 21 and begin reading from there, we see a Jesus who is upset and angry about several things, all of which are connected by the common thread of corruption in the religious system of the day.  People were being forced to "buy" their forgiveness, nothing good was happening for the chosen people of Israel, and Jerusalem (this mountain) had become nothing more than a hill of religious and political power run amuck.  And Jesus has had it!  Enough is enough, and it was time to do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He did.  Later that week He allowed Himself to be captured by the Powers That Be and be crucified.  He became the "sacrificial lamb" that would set us all free from our sins through nothing more than His mercy, and He rose to life to conquer the grave for us all.  And in doing so, He showed us something: His great love for us.  He didn't want to leave doubt in anyone's mind.  He loved us enough to pay the ultimate price.  And because He was God, He was able to put an exclamation point on the truth that God is love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does all of this have to do with prayer?  Here's what I think He's saying. "If your belief is rooted in My love for you, in the mercy and grace of God, you can ask Me to do whatever is best for you, and I will do it."  And similarly, "If your belief is rooted in my love for your brother, neighbor, child, friend, etc., you can ask Me to do whatever is best for them, and I will do it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We often don't know what is best for us or for someone else, but Jesus knows.  Leave it all in His hands, and He will give you His very best.  Believe in His great love and know that you and your loved-ones are safe there.  Always.&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/5387397625300840549-7704027471149617899?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7704027471149617899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=7704027471149617899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7704027471149617899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/7704027471149617899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/powerful-prayer.html' title='Powerful Prayer'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-3664943621804439308</id><published>2009-07-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:36:17.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my family and I took a trip to Mt. Rainier.  We recently moved to Washington, and I was expecting it to be beautiful, and it was.   Just take a look at the pictures!  But it was more than beautiful and magnificent.   Reaching the 6000 ft. elevation point and seeing the glacier-capped mountain come into view was a very out-of-this-world experience.  Almost unreal.  Like another dimension of reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure for those who live or work there, it becomes commonplace.  It's not new like it was for me.  It has become their daily reality.    They are constantly surrounded by the beauty and take-your-breath-away views.   They hike the trails, drive the roads, see people come and go; It's their life.   And hopefully, it doesn't become so familiar that they forget how truly wonderful it all is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritually-speaking, this happened to me once upon a time.  I grew up believing that I was loved by God, and it was a wonderful reality.  I'm not sure when that began to change exactly, but it did.  Instead of believing I was loved unconditionally, it became conditional.   It was as if I was living on a beautiful mountain for many years, never knowing any different, and then someone came along and told me, 'You can't just stay here for free.  You have to earn the right to live up here.'   I desperately wanted to hang onto His love, so I did whatever I thought I had to do to be worthy of it.  Being good.  Making the right choices.  Doing things to earn God's favor.   It was a slow digression, but by the time I began to realize how far I had slipped from a belief in His unconditional love, I was fully immersed in duty, guilt, pride, fear, self-righteousness, and misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt worthless to God.   I was constantly swimming upstream.  I was never good enough.   I was always falling short of what I thought I should be.  But I didn't want to turn my back on Him and run away, so I kept trudging forward, trying to reach the top of the mountain again, but I never got any closer.  I remained in the valley of 'He loves me if...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long story short, one day I woke up to the fact that I was living that way, and I knew I needed to stop.   His love for me was not conditional.   He didn't love me more because of all the things I was doing right, and He didn't love me less because of all the ways I was falling short.  I didn't have anything to do with how He felt about me.   That was all on Him, and God is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me.  Period.  Not if... not when... not because...  He just does, and there's nothing I can do either way to change it.  I am loved.  That is my reality.  And it's magnificent,  like living on that beautiful mountain and getting to be there every day.  Not once in awhile.   Not when I've reached the summit after a long climb.  No.   I wake up there, and I don't leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how much doesn't matter when I truly believe that.   It's like living in another dimension.   It moves me from the valley of fear, uncertainty, and trying to measure-up, to the high places of grace, hope, and peace where living loved is the only rule.  That's my reality.  Is it yours?  I hope so.  There's plenty of room in God's Heart for us all.  We are His children.  We are His treasure.  We are His delight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He loves you as if you're the only one, just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387397625300840549-3664943621804439308?l=melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3664943621804439308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387397625300840549&amp;postID=3664943621804439308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3664943621804439308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387397625300840549/posts/default/3664943621804439308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melanieslivingloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-my-family-and-i-took-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331548595752299379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8oJngC32Bw/SnInyiaZxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cDELdH4aBA8/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387397625300840549.post-387908072033000426</id><published>2009-07-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:19:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The young man said to Him, "All these (commandments) I have kept from my youth.  What do I still lack?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus said to him, "If you want to be perfect, go, sell what you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful, for he had great possessions.  Matthew 19:20-22 (NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The gospels are full of stories.  Some were parables that Jesus used to teach spiritual truths.  Others were real life stories of people who chose to follow Jesus, or to reject Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of those who chose to follow Jesus, most people had a specific reason for doing so--a catalyst that made them take that initial step.  Some followed because they witnessed great miracles, like when some of the Disciples saw Jesus give them such a great catch of fish that their nets began breaking.  Others followed because Jesus healed them from illness, rescued them from demon possession, gave them sight or ears that could hear or restored legs that could walk.  And still others followed because they experienced great forgiveness that they knew they didn’t deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;People followed Jesus because they had a reason to.  It wasn’t just a new religion to them, it was personal.  They were “touched” by Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One day a young man came to Jesus.  He was rich.  He was good.  He (I think) wanted to follow Jesus, but he was looking for a reason to.  What did Jesus have to offer him?  He wasn’t sick.  He wasn’t in need of great forgiveness.  He had no physical or material needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And yet something was missing.  He could feel it.  He asks Jesus, “What good thing must I do to get eternal life?”  I’m not sure he knew what he was asking for exactly.  Maybe he was talking about living forever with God in the afterlife, or maybe he was saying, “I know there has to be more to life than this, but what is it, and how do I get it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus responds by telling him to follow the Commandments, which this young man has done.  “What do I still lack?” he asks.  Notice that he doesn’t say, ‘I guess that’s it then.  I’m good.  Thanks, Jesus.  I feel better now.’  No, he knew there was more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus tells him to go sell his possessions and give the money to the poor and to follow Him, but the man rejects this idea and walks away, feeling sorrowful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What reason does Jesus give the man for doing such a radical thing?  Just one.  “You will have treasure in heaven.”  I don’t think the young man realized it, or he wouldn’t have walked away, but this “treasure” Jesus was talking about was what the young man lacked.  He didn’t have it, and he wanted it, but he didn’t see its value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In Matthew, Chapter 13, Jesus tells many parables in an attempt to explain “the kingdom of heaven.”  It seems that no one comparison can adequately explain it, so He gives many, but one of them would have resonated with this young man better than the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field.  When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went out and sold all he had and bought that field.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus wasn’t asking this man to give up everything to be left with nothing.  He was asking him to exchange what he had for something better.  For something that was priceless.  For the one thing he still lacked.  The man didn’t see it that way and went away, how?  Sorrowful.  Sad.  Full of grief and despair.  What did he lack?  Joy.  He had everything else, but he wasn’t happy, and he knew it.  He was looking for the joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What reason do you have for following Jesus?  You may have a few, or you may have many.  But is joy one of them?  Do you enjoy it?  Is it thrilling and delightful? Incomparable to anything else?  In a good way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I encourage you to spend some time thinking about that.  If following Jesus isn’t something you find joyful, why is that?  What are you missing?  What would Jesus tell you to exchange for the greatest treasure of all?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maybe it’s money.  Maybe it’s pride.  Maybe it’s fear.  Maybe it’s busyness or perfectionism.  Maybe it’s the expectations of others.  Maybe it’s religion.  Maybe it’s a lack of belief in God’s unconditional love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maybe you can pinpoint it right away, or maybe you need to ask Jesus to show you what it is.  Maybe it’s one thing, or maybe the causes are many.  It might be a quick-fix, or it might be a long journey, but either way, whatever you need to do to find the joy--it’s worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For where joy is, there is life.  There is God.  There is truth.  There is perfection.  A treasure not of this world, but a heavenly one.  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