The BIG Picture…Secret sins…Your Own Prison

29 11 2007

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Someone please explain to me what the difference is in a sin you can see and one you can hide that no one can see ?

Like having a bad habit that is not good for you .one people can see , that you cannot hide.

Or one you can hide and no one see’s .

What if your life was put on a big screen, like in the movies 24 hrs a day for the world to see….everything you did, even your ever thought ?????

What would it look like ?

Prisons are not only made of bars and steel but of secret sins in our lives things we do not want anyone to know about..Those are the greatest prison….Yet my Lord gave all for those people.

A friend of mine asked me about mine because,  well you can see mine… it sticks out like a sore thumb but you see his sins he can hide or his bad habits….yet because you can see mine I’m found unworthy at times.

I do not follow that logic at all , of course I never have.

Good thing God found me worthy enough to die for

And the way I see it as soon as I’m over and done with the battle and free of this thing in my life someone will find something else to call me on ..( we do not like your red shoes or your poke dot Dress ) ..and that is cool as long as they are also walking the perfect walk …because God has called me on things way before people ever have…get a clue I think to myself.

I was in church just the other day when the Pastor was yelling hell and fire to folks about sin in there life and drugs abuse or smoking…or work or something …and as I raised my head and look the man had to be well over 400 pounds and I ask myself now what is wrong with this picture as the guy who was a drunk got up and walked out I felt sad inside.

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Doors

27 11 2007

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Job 23:10
But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.


I was recently sitting with the leader of a marketplace organization as he described a question he poses to businesspeople. “What if there were two doors to choose from; behind one door was the complete will of God for your life and behind the other door was how life could be according to your own preference.

Which door would you choose?”

 The struggle for most lies in the desire to follow God completely and the fear of what might be behind the door of full surrender. Most of us desire to follow God, but few of us will do it at any cost. We do not really believe that God loves us to the degree that we are willing to give Him complete permission to do as He wills in us.If we desire to fully walk with Christ, there is a cost. We may give intellectual assent and go along with His principles and do fine; however, if we are fully given over to Him and His will for our life, it will be a life that will have adversity. The Bible is clear that humans do not achieve greatness without having their sinful will broken. This process is designed to create a nature change in each of us, not just a habit change.

 The Bible calls it circumcision. Circumcision is painful, bloody, and personal.


If God has plans to greatly use you in the lives of others, you can expect your trials to be even greater than those of others. Why? Because, like Joseph who went through greater trials than most patriarchs, your calling may have such responsibility that God cannot afford to entrust it to you without ensuring your complete faithfulness to the call. He has much invested in you on behalf of others. He may want to speak through your life
to a greater degree than through another. The events of your life would become the frame for the message He wants to speak through you.
Do not fear the path that God may lead you on. Embrace it. For God may bring you down a path in your life to ensure the reward of your inheritance.

“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that
far outweighs them all” (2 Cor. 4:17).





This Man

20 11 2007

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This is my Favorite song…Just beautiful

We could just never out give GOD





Change

17 11 2007

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Well I have not even felt like posting today….I feel like I’m having one of those days where God is again removing everyone and everything from my life….

I’m really not happy at all right now…and I know this to shall pass but the night seems so long.

I know what I need to do I just need to do it , I guess tomorrow is a new day and maybe I will get a breakthrough.

Thank you God for being patient with me , sometimes it takes me a long time to make changes in my life.

I dare you to be your best

I dare you to be different from the rest

I dare you not to imitate anyone else

I dare you to be yourself

 

I dare you to separate from the crowd

I dare you to speak out loud

I dare you to explore

I dare you to be so much more

 

I dare you to get rid of all the friends that mean you no good

I dare you to do all the things you know you

should

I dare you to stand up for what’s right

I dare you to fight your best fight

 

I dare you to resist

temptation

I dare you to use set back as motivation

I dare you to stand up for a cause

I dare you to press on without a pause

 

I dare you to start early and work late

I dare you to commit to your soul mate

I dare you to find out why you’re here

I dare you to live without fear

 

I dare you to do what’s right

I dare you to give it all your might

I dare you to put others first

I dare you to have a unquenchable thirst

 

I dare you to really help someone

Most of all- I dare you to go out and have some fun





“Shmily”

16 11 2007

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SHMILY

My grandparents were married for over half a century and played
their own special game from the time they had met each other.

The goal of their game was to write the word “shmily” in a
surprise place for the other to find.  They took turns leaving
shmily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered
it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged “shmily” with their fingers through the sugar and
flour containers to await whomever was preparing the next meal.

They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio
where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue
food coloring.
 
Shmily” was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.

At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of
toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet.
 
There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up.

Little notes with “shmily” scribbled hurriedly were found on   
dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.

The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

Shmily” was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in
the ashes of the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents’
house as the furniture.
 
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my
grandparents’ game.  Skepticism has kept me from believing in
true love – one that is pure and enduring.

However, I never doubted my grandparents’ relationship. 
They had love down pat.

It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of
life.  Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate
affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.
 
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could.
They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny
kitchen.  They finished each other’s sentences and shared the
daily crossword puzzle and word jumble.  My grandma whispered to
me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had
grown to be.

She claimed that she really knew “how to pick ’em.” 
Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks,
marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune,
and each other.
 
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ lives: my
grandmother had breast cancer.  The disease had first appeared
ten years earlier.  As always, Grandpa was with her every step
of the way.

He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that
she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was
too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body.  With the help of a
cane and my grandfather’s steady hand, they went to church every
morning.
 
But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she
could not leave the house anymore.  For a while, Grandpa would
go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. 

Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened.
Grandma was gone.
 
Shmily.”  It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons
of my Grandmother’s funeral bouquet.  As the crowd thinned and
the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and
other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma
one last time.
 
Grandpa stepped up to my Grandmother’s casket, and taking a
shaky breath, he began to sing to her. 

Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty
lullaby.  Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that
moment.

For I knew that although I couldn’t begin to fathom the depth
of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched
beauty.
 
           S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.





Love

15 11 2007

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http://www.attractinggenuinelove.com/movie1.html





God Is At The Window

14 11 2007

tattsarm.jpg16-18″This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him.  John 3

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s
pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile;only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally,let’s wash the dishes” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the  kitchen.” Then she whispered to him, “Remember the duck?” So Johnny did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.” Sally just smiled and said, “Well that’s all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help” She whispered again, “Remember the duck?” So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to helpAfter several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally’s; he finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said,
“Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.

Thought for the day and every day thereafter?

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done… and the devil keeps
throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating,debt, fear, bad habits, hatred
anger, bitterness, etc.)…whatever it is…You need to know that God was
standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.
He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God’s grace and mercy that we are saved.

 Always remember: God is at the window!