"And you'll find that sin will not only take you further than you wanted to go, it will keep you longer than you wanted to stay, and it will cost you more than you ever thought you'd pay."
Kay Arthur
Lord Is It Warfare?
Waterbrook Press 2000
p. 229
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
FOR SMILES' SAKE
"I am told by my friends and family that I am to 'have a little faith.' That may mean patience. That may mean optimism despite the perceived odds. That may mean flipping Murphy's Law like a pancake and believing that my life will not land jam-side down."
Julie Cameron
Prayers From A Nonbeliever: A Story of Faith
Tarcher/Putnam 2003
p. 42
You did catch yourself smiling, yes? And nodding your head? Isn't it great when someone understands? Even if it's someone you've never met?
What made you smile, today?
EverGrowing--Sometimes Smiling,
Lonnie
Julie Cameron
Prayers From A Nonbeliever: A Story of Faith
Tarcher/Putnam 2003
p. 42
You did catch yourself smiling, yes? And nodding your head? Isn't it great when someone understands? Even if it's someone you've never met?
What made you smile, today?
EverGrowing--Sometimes Smiling,
Lonnie
Sunday, January 19, 2014
FEELING AT HOME . . . WHEN YOU'RE NOT
" Down deep you know you are not home yet.
"So be careful not to act like you are. Don't lower the duffel bag too soon. Would you hang pictures on the wall of a Greyhound bus? Do you set up a bedroom at the roadside rest stop? Do you load your king-size bed on a commercial flight?
"Would you treat this world like home? It isn't. The greatest calamity is not to feel far from home when you are, but to feel right at home when you are not. Don't quench, but rather, stir this longing for heaven."
Max Lucado
Traveling Light
W Publishing 2001
p. 153
My head knows. I wish my heart would catch up.
This earthly place, that I too often complain about, is "not" home. Max Lucado creates great mental pictures to serve as reminders. And . . . he seems to write from a place of knowing. Not like someone who has watched others pass through the struggles; but like someone who has been there!
Who serves as the greater comforter or encourager? One who is sure he knows the reason and solution to your struggles? Or one who's been there and knows there's a way through--but knows, too, that the way through isn't the same for everyone?
Growing Toward Home,
Lonnie
"So be careful not to act like you are. Don't lower the duffel bag too soon. Would you hang pictures on the wall of a Greyhound bus? Do you set up a bedroom at the roadside rest stop? Do you load your king-size bed on a commercial flight?
"Would you treat this world like home? It isn't. The greatest calamity is not to feel far from home when you are, but to feel right at home when you are not. Don't quench, but rather, stir this longing for heaven."
Max Lucado
Traveling Light
W Publishing 2001
p. 153
My head knows. I wish my heart would catch up.
This earthly place, that I too often complain about, is "not" home. Max Lucado creates great mental pictures to serve as reminders. And . . . he seems to write from a place of knowing. Not like someone who has watched others pass through the struggles; but like someone who has been there!
Who serves as the greater comforter or encourager? One who is sure he knows the reason and solution to your struggles? Or one who's been there and knows there's a way through--but knows, too, that the way through isn't the same for everyone?
Growing Toward Home,
Lonnie
Friday, January 17, 2014
LIES! NOTHING BUT LIES!
"Before salvation, Satan tells us we're fine. We don't need a savior. But after we're saved, the accuser points his bony finger at us and tells us we're no good. We don't deserve a savior."
Joanna Weaver
Having a Mary Heart In A Martha World
Waterbrook Press 1999
p. 69
"Na Na-- Na--Na--Na -- I can't hear you Satan, nor do I choose to. Lying is your language and no one speaks it more fluently."
God's Word--a different story. Always true. Never changing. Always applicable.
Do those lies sound familiar to you? What other lies seem to plague your head and heart? What truth/ Bible verses do you replace them with?
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
Joanna Weaver
Having a Mary Heart In A Martha World
Waterbrook Press 1999
p. 69
"Na Na-- Na--Na--Na -- I can't hear you Satan, nor do I choose to. Lying is your language and no one speaks it more fluently."
God's Word--a different story. Always true. Never changing. Always applicable.
Do those lies sound familiar to you? What other lies seem to plague your head and heart? What truth/ Bible verses do you replace them with?
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
Thursday, January 16, 2014
WOOLWORTH: WORST MORNING OF HIS LIFE
"Without the benefit of advertising, Woolworth opened the door for the first day of business and waited for the shoppers who did not show up. He later said it was the worst morning of his life.
"What he didn't know was that the circus was coming to town that morning, and everyone in town was watching the traditional circus parade. However, when the parade was over hundreds of people found their way to the Woolworths 5 cent store and in no time bought up one third of his stock. In a matter of hours, 2,553 nickel purchases had been made . . .
Woolworth died in 1919 at age 65 and had "amassed a personal fortune estimated at $65,000.000. There were over 1,000 stores around the country . . . including the Woolworth building in Manhattan, then the tallest building in the world, for which he paid $13.5 million in cash!"
Frank H. Olsen
Inventors Who Left Their Brands on America
Bantam Books 1991
p. 57-60
I went through a season of reading about inventors. As I reread this note card, I know why. Inventors were kings and queens of perseverence. Little if anything stopped them. This story of Woolworth reminds me that if I/we can hang on just a little bit longer, we might come face to face with Pleasant Surprise.
Did any of you buy anything from Woolworth's? If so, what? I remember buying a set of 3 porcelain pans for my first apartment.
EverGrowing--Not Always Liking the "Process,"
Lonnie
"What he didn't know was that the circus was coming to town that morning, and everyone in town was watching the traditional circus parade. However, when the parade was over hundreds of people found their way to the Woolworths 5 cent store and in no time bought up one third of his stock. In a matter of hours, 2,553 nickel purchases had been made . . .
Woolworth died in 1919 at age 65 and had "amassed a personal fortune estimated at $65,000.000. There were over 1,000 stores around the country . . . including the Woolworth building in Manhattan, then the tallest building in the world, for which he paid $13.5 million in cash!"
Frank H. Olsen
Inventors Who Left Their Brands on America
Bantam Books 1991
p. 57-60
I went through a season of reading about inventors. As I reread this note card, I know why. Inventors were kings and queens of perseverence. Little if anything stopped them. This story of Woolworth reminds me that if I/we can hang on just a little bit longer, we might come face to face with Pleasant Surprise.
Did any of you buy anything from Woolworth's? If so, what? I remember buying a set of 3 porcelain pans for my first apartment.
EverGrowing--Not Always Liking the "Process,"
Lonnie
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
GOOD THERAPIST? MAYBE NOT.
"I envision people who have given up hope of ever becoming whole experiencing a level of transformation that exceeds their wildest dreams and changing in ways that provoke observers to exclaim, 'Praise God!' rather than, 'Glad you found a good therapist.'"
Larry Crabb
Shattered Dreams: God's Unexpected Pathway to Joy
Waterbrook Press 2001
p. 6-7
I love this!
I've been to counselors, and definitely feel they have a place in seasons of our lives. But I know this, too; we need God's discernment and His strength to do the homework. And for those hurts so deep that no one can touch . . . God can! To Him be the glory.
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
Larry Crabb
Shattered Dreams: God's Unexpected Pathway to Joy
Waterbrook Press 2001
p. 6-7
I love this!
I've been to counselors, and definitely feel they have a place in seasons of our lives. But I know this, too; we need God's discernment and His strength to do the homework. And for those hurts so deep that no one can touch . . . God can! To Him be the glory.
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
Monday, January 13, 2014
MINE!
"You are on my land, sir."
"I answered him instantly and in a way wholly unexpected to myself, 'You are breathing my air, sir."
David Grayson/Ray Stanard Baker
Great Possessions
Doubleday, Doran, and Company, Inc 1936
p. 78
Sorry. This little neighbor, trespassing spat makes me smile. I see a younger me screaming, "Mom, Paul's in my room!"
"Shut up," he might well have said, "you're breathing my air."
David Grayson, exchanged the hectic life of the city for a hard but satisfying life in the country. He offered such wisdom, fun, and relaxing gentleness. Grayson and his books were a great find . . . until . . .
I discovered that David Grayson wasn't real. I was reading novels.
But a little research revealed that David/Ray wrote from his heart. Even his biographer would say that David Grayson and Ray Stanard Baker morphed into one.
I wrote a children's story a long time ago, about a shy boy named Jacob. Though I wasn't intending to do so, "I" was Jacob. Writing classes often tell us to write what we know. Hmm. I guess we do.
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
"I answered him instantly and in a way wholly unexpected to myself, 'You are breathing my air, sir."
David Grayson/Ray Stanard Baker
Great Possessions
Doubleday, Doran, and Company, Inc 1936
p. 78
Sorry. This little neighbor, trespassing spat makes me smile. I see a younger me screaming, "Mom, Paul's in my room!"
"Shut up," he might well have said, "you're breathing my air."
David Grayson, exchanged the hectic life of the city for a hard but satisfying life in the country. He offered such wisdom, fun, and relaxing gentleness. Grayson and his books were a great find . . . until . . .
I discovered that David Grayson wasn't real. I was reading novels.
But a little research revealed that David/Ray wrote from his heart. Even his biographer would say that David Grayson and Ray Stanard Baker morphed into one.
I wrote a children's story a long time ago, about a shy boy named Jacob. Though I wasn't intending to do so, "I" was Jacob. Writing classes often tell us to write what we know. Hmm. I guess we do.
EverGrowing,
Lonnie
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