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Really, grace is for me too?

"Then the Criminal said, 'Jesus, remember me when you enter your kingdom.' Jesus said, 'Don't worry, I will. Today you will join Me in paradise.'" Luke 23:4
We often say that grace is unmerited favour. A gift we do not deserve. A gift given in perfect love. So, why are we forever trying to earn it? God's grace isn't something we earn, it is a precious gift He gives along with mercy to move us to greater things and to fill us with all we need. You cannot separate grace and mercy. God's grace covers all. It is the ultimate gift. Grace is action. It is God coming to our side through those moments we think we are not going to be able to take another step. A more accurate definition of God's grace is the working of His life in us. James 4:6 "But He gives more grace. Therefore He says: God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble." It is through grace that Christ moves in us and changes our hearts.
Our need for grace is differen…

I'm hungry, are you?

So much is happening in my little world. I am finding myself so hungry and nothing is satisfying that pang that is aching in my stomach. You know that feeling of hunger? That one where nothing in this world is giving you what you want. The presentation is not pleasing to the eye what so ever, but you are still expected to eat what is on your plate. I am hungry my friends. This old world seems to want to devour us, piece by piece, spitting out the bones. When we are hungry we grow weak. We become unstable to where we can no longer stand. It's like the smallest thing causes us to turn to our bed and want to stay there until something is smelling good again. Filling the air with an aroma that overtakes all our senses.
I too am thirsty. My thirst is not being quenched by what I am seeing when I look out my window today. Oh, there is water there, enough to wet my tongue, but not enough to drench me. I just want to jump in fresh water. I want it to overflow and stream for miles. I want…

Still remembering part 2

As I write about my father's death there is just so much more to say. There is much more to share. As I opened my heart and shared with you I carried anger for years. I must tell you it was the grace of God that took that anger and turned it into peace. It was His comfort that healed this girl's hurting heart.
There is not a day that goes by still today that I do not think about my dad, but in these days my heart is not broken any longer. It is filled with new blessings of hope. Each day the Lord shines His love upon me. That empty feeling I carried for years is now filled with a husband who lights my day with laughter and children who warm me with smiles. Friends who share in this journey along with me and renewed family that has been lost but are now found in a closer relationship than ever before. The Lord continues to bless through everything.
To recover from loss is not easy. There is no time line for healing. For me healing came by letting go of the anger and bitterness …

I still remember

I had to be at work in the evening of this bright, sunny day. I thought I would lay out in the sun before I took off to go do hair for six hours and close the shop. Gave my mom a call to check on my dad. She had been staying at the hospital with him for three weeks now. I was at home doing all the chores and taking care of home stuff.
My dad had been fighting lung cancer for a year now. My parents never told me how bad it really was. They hid that from me. Maybe I was just ignoring it all. No one thinks their dad will never be there, right? I was expecting my dad home that next day. My brother in law was to come out and bring a bed for him and move my parents room around. So, I was expecting to see him, but not on this day.

Here I am laying out in my bikini getting a sun tan. Just relaxing. At nineteen you seem to think everything is going to be great and work out. You never think of the worse in things. You see the best in others and you know each day is going to bring a new excitem…

Do you feel the burn?

Ouch! Those chaturanga push ups are killers! Downward dog? Chair? Yes, I have been doing yoga mixed with Pilates for a while now. I had been doing it on a daily basis until my mom became ill, but now am back to doing it every day. I love it! I had been looking for an exercise to fit me for such a long time. Walking? That is just boring for me. Running? Not this girl. Now a spin class? That would be awesome! But, in the country it is hard to find classes like that.
When you have Fibromyalgia any exercise seems to hurt about ten times worse than normal. But, I have realized when I do exercise, and push myself I feel so much better. I feel healthy. I feel strong and I have more energy at the end of the day. It's not to say I do not have to take pain medication. Because I do. And often. I pray I get to that point where I never have to take a pain pill again. Those days I feel good are becoming more and more. I might have to slow down a bit. I try my best not to let stress overtake me…

Shhhh, It's my move

In the small town barber shop an old man is sitting down to a checkerboard with a young boy. Today is the day he will teach him the love of playing checkers. He will show him how to set up the board, where he can move and the direction in which he can move. A smile washes over the young boy's face. He knows he is in for a treat. He thinks he already knows how to play and how to win. Little does he know, the old man has much wisdom to carry and teach this young boy, if only he is willing to learn. By the young boy's surprise, the old man wins not just the first game, but many more after that. Finally, after watching each move of the old man, learning his steps and realizing there is more to winning than gathering all the pieces. It's taking the time to think. It's pondering over each move and being able to walk away from the table with a smile no matter what. It's the enjoyment of the game. Now, the young boy is able to teach another all he knows and is still learni…

LETS CHAT FRIDAY with Suzanne Woods Fisher

Wow! Look who came to visit the Nest! I am over the top tickled pink to have Suzanne here with us on this day. I am one of her biggest fans! I was blessed to read, "The Choice", for review and now I am about to open the pages of book two in that series, "The Waiting." Suzanne is one of those authors that not only writes with passion, but she pulls the reader in as though they too are in midst of the story unfolding. I love having ladies visit who make a difference and stand out. Suzanne is one of those ladies for me. She is not puffed up and proud. She is talented, but she uses her gifts for the glory of the Lord. She is not out for her own gain. As an aspiring writer I admire her honesty and pure thought. From Suzanne I have learned to write because it is a joy. I think everyone would love to be published, but if I never make that route, I know right here, I can make a difference. I am doing what I love no matter if I am ever a best seller or just a blogger from a…

Change? Really? Now?

As I crawl under the cover at night. Lay my head on the pillow, fluffing it with intention. I curl up for a good nights sleep and what happens? I am awake. Sleep just does not want to come. I toss and turn and then, when all is silent and I am finally sleeping peacefully, what happens? I wake finding myself in a pool of sweat! Yes, hair glued to the back of my neck and I feel as though I have been out in the heat working up a sweat. Oh no! Is it time for this, really? I think. Okay, I will be 44 in December. No, it can't be this time yet. I really don't think this could be happening yet. Then I begin to put pieces of this womanly puzzle together. The tears that stream from no where. The anger that appears at the blink of an eye and I have no idea why. I am just mad! My body is changing. My hair is getting thicker and curlier. Now, that one puzzles me. Oh, and there is more. Changes are coming out of left field.
Even my husband has noticed, but dare he say anything? That might …

In my day....

I am honored to teach the Trek class in our Awana program on Wednesday nights. I have the group between eleven and fourteen years old. This group of kids is going to bless me beyond words this year. I can already feel it. Last night we were able to begin our books. Our lesson was on why should we read the bible. If I have learned anything about this age is that you never stay on one subject for long.
We were soon talking about useless information and how much we carry in our brains. I had one student speak up and say, "We can have knowledge of all kinds, but without wisdom it is useless!!" Hello, he is twelve years old my friends. What a wise young man he is and what amazing parents he has to teach him such valuable wisdom at an early age.
Some of my kids are not so blessed. They have never been in church and they wonder, "Why do I really need to know what the bible says?" They don't have direction and they are missing those valuable people who need to influence…

PURSUIT OF JUSTICE by DiANN MILLS

Wow! Intrigue/thriller/romance!! DiAnn Mills has written a book that will keep you turning page after page and leave you wanting more! I loved this book. There were so many twists and turns in this read it will keep you on the edge of your seat. A crime happens and three people are dead on Carr Sullivan's ranch. Special FBI agent, Bella Jordan, is sent out to investigate. There is a legend in West Texas filled with tales of gold and wealth. Carr has a past and Bella too is carrying her own demons that haunt her. Bella is from this area and carries a deep past here. Does she know more than she is willing to share? Sullivan is the top suspect in these murders, but soon, there are more and Sullivan is desperately trying to prove his innocence, while Bella is on the search. She is on the trail and she is close, but the murderer seems to always be one step ahead. Bella is discovering and uncovering much more than she ever imagined. Bella is pursuing justice in more than one area. The …