September, 2000

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God is My Constant
By ALETALITT

God is my constant in everyday life. He is ever present in the hearts of His children. The only problem is that too many times we are too busy to acknowledge He is there. God loves us with a love so deep that He came to earth in the form of man to experience everything that we could ever go through.

Jesus lived as we would but would not submit to sin. He took our sins upon Himself and died that the sin debt would be paid for us. That is the only way the awful debt of sin could be paid. But then Jesus rose from the dead and was victorious over death, hell and the grave. He put Satan in His place.

If we only truly seek to know who God is, we put Satan in his place too as we will rise up for the Lord and Satan cannot stand in God's presence. Please everyone take a moment and reflect on the wonder of God. He is truly awesome and loves you more than you will ever know. Know who God is and what He wants to do with you in this life and the many promises He has for you. Choose joy because that is what the Lord has to offer you. Why choose anything else??

The Sacred Romance Book Suggestion
By Michele Albertson

The sunset here was radiant with God's love this evening and I'm glad He invited me to be a part of the show. There were some fabulous thunderheads and rain coming from the puffs that passed over.

Anyone here feel like they're missing something in their Christian walk? Can't quite put a finger on what illustrious thing escaped after we accepted Christ as Savior and had to come back to earth? Well, I found a book about that very thing, discussing the ways that worldly cynicisms can drown out the romance of God.

It's called "The Sacred Romance" by Brent Curtis and John Elderedge- (There's also an individual or group workbook available!)

If anyone else has read it, let me know what you thought, as I'm still in the process! And so far I would say that it's been pretty accurate in my estimation of things and helped me place a name on the things that I searched for and loved as a child and what still molds my thoughts and answers some questions about why I love the things I do.

God is a very romantic God and I always thought I was strange for thinking of Him that way and I found that I am not. He courts us constantly and wants us to recognize that and appreciate that. What a wonder.... Love and peace to all in Christ's midst -
Buffy Michele

Thank You Precious Friend
By Carrie (thanks to Dorothy who sent it to me)

I never came to you, my friend
and went away without
some new enrichment of the heart
More faith and less of doubt

More courage in the days ahead
And often in great need
coming to you, I went away
comforted indeed

How can I find the shining word
the glowing phrase that tells
all that your love has meant to me
all that your friendship spells

There is no word, no phrase for you
on whom I so depend.
All I can say to you is this,
God bless you precious friend

Hope
By Staff Writer Janet Davis

Hope is an extension of our knowledge and our future to be with Christ in heaven.

The book of Revelation Chapter 21:1-2 is our hope for the New Jerusalem. A new beginning of a wonderful, maybe mysterious new journey. A journey of love,trust, compassion,and faith.

How exciting to explore a new life. One filled with laughter and happiness with our Lord. I plan to be there as a bride.

Awesome God
By Trish

A young lady was standing outside Goodwill looking overwhelmed. I asked her what was going on and she started to cry as she told me someone had taken her backpack and she had two packages to mail in it. I told her we could ask God to have them return it and pray for His Peace and Comfort over the situation, in Jesus Name always. Immediately the store manager came to door with her backpack! God answered the prayer instantaneously, and I just stood there thanking Him for letting me witness His Awesomeness.

Just recently the Holy Spirit has brought to my mind to ask My Father to help me Pray By His Spirit in Jesus in me and me in Him, in Jesus Name I pray for this and give all thanks to my Father God in Christ Jesus Name. Trish

Inspiration from Moses
By Staff Writer Janet Davis

My cat Moses gives me his unconditional love. Seems to me, if my cat loves me that much, why not give more thought to God's unconditional love. Of course, I must feed Moses and make sure he receives my love in return, it's a mutual agreement.

There are no doubt's. I know him well. Do you know Jesus has more unconditional love than any person who has walked this earth. When you share your love for the Lord there are many rewards.

Just like Moses (my cat) makes me feel all "warm and fuzzy inside." Of course, my Moses could never take the place of our Lord. My point is - God allowed this wonderful furry cat to come into my life. Have you received Jesus into your life and heart?

My Mom
By Renie Dugwyler

"You are just like your Mom."
Hearing those words made me cringe at age 8.

"You do that just like your Mom."
Triggered my eyes to roll by age 12.

"You look just like your Mom."
Caused my heart to stop and my wardrobe to change at 21.

Then it happened... the thing I feared most.

It occurred after my first child. I was looking for shoes at a posh department store. When I glanced across the store I could see someone standing there. Most of their body was hindered by a rack of the latest spring fashions. But I could see her knees and feet. "Hey." I called. I scurried over to her. She hurried to me. As I ducked past the rack I laughed, "Mom, what are you doing here?" Much to my surprise I stood up and looked at my own reflection staring back at me from a full length mirror. Horror reflected on my double images. I slinked back to the shoe rack, dropped the shoe in the box and staggered away. "Aaaauuugh, I have my mother's feet."

I realized it again after my second child. He came toddling up to me and snuggled into my nightgown. "You smell nice, mumma," he said as he scrambled onto my lap. "What kind of 'poe-shun' do you hab on?" "Why I don't have on anything; it is just me," I laughed as I sniffed my own forearm to see what was bringing my son so much pleasure. I stiffened on the inside. "I smell just like my mom!"

By my third child I began to panic. We were hiking through a beautiful cavern. The sounds of the waterfall echoed on the lava wall surrounding us. One of the kids said something funny and I tossed back my head and laughed. Two seconds later, my laugh bounced back at me from the natural lava sounding board. My ears heard my mother laughing. You know, that loud hardy bellow that made me hide when she did it in public places. I bit my lip and tried to only giggle for the rest of the day.

I knew it was all over by my fourth child. We were enjoying our family day over some of "my" famous fried chicken. Sounds of happy grunts and savoring smacks were playing from my little brood. "Do you like my chicken, guys? " I asked. Waiting for the praises and blessing to be bestowed on all my motherhood. "Yeah mom, it is great. Just like grandma makes."

I am older and wiser now. I have posters lining my walls with faded child like scribblings toting phrases like "Mom, you are the best" and "I love you Mom" and " My mom is a winner" (although he spelled it winer).

I brush my fingers over the family pictures on the piano and I see the resemblance between myself and my family. Then I come to the picture of me and my mom. I am about 2 hours old. The picture is faded and washed out from the old B&W chemicals. I smile and then cock my head for a better look.

I grabbed a picture of me with my youngest, seconds after her birth. When I set them side by side and stepped back. I could see it. The features, the smile that deep pleasure and peace that can only come from being a mother.

" I AM just like my mom! " I gasped...and I like it! I picked up the phone and dialed. The phone clicked through.. "Hello, mom? Just wanted to call and say I love you."

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