Last night while lying in bed with my daughter, we were talking about everything from grace-based parenting to what we planned on doing tomorrow. We began to talk a bit about sharing the gospel when my daughter shared a story about my 3 year old granddaughter. It seems when mom and daughter go out and about to the post office, Target, and the grocery store that my granddaughter thinks that everyone she talks with during these outings and at various checkouts go to Dallas Bible Church (check it out here) http://www.dallasbible.org
When she and her mom are about to leave the checkout Annika says, "Good bye, I'll see you at church". Believing and trusting, that God is working all things for good and the gospel, is on the mind of this little one who hears the gospel at DBC. Because of this, she wants others to hear the message too, as she invites boldly, she says, "see ya'll at church!"
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Half way but I know I will never be done counting ...
Half way but know I will never be done counting ... Blessings my Friends!
In His Arms again and again ... B.
486. tan pants
487. green and tan sweater (because black is my favorite color it's sometimes fun to wear tan)
487. Ensure
488. Blueberry, yogurt, milk smoothie
490. wanting what I have
491. limiting T. V.
492. a full tank of gas
493. seeking God for the city prayer guide
494. the Golfer makes a trip to Trader Joes for me
495. Spring Break (4 days away) Yea!
496. The sound of rain on the skylight
497. sometimes making mistakes
498. remembering back to august 10, 1973
499. the sun shining brightly my first day of Spring break
500. an afternoon rest reading Practical Theology
501. Pru asleep with her book Oliva and her baby doll in her arms
502. learning more about Sabbath Delight on the Sabbath.
503. Watching and waiting here …
http://www.ustream.tv/channel/decorah-eagles
504. Reading God’s Word here …
http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/
505. flying to TX today ... yea!
In His Arms again and again ... B.
486. tan pants
487. green and tan sweater (because black is my favorite color it's sometimes fun to wear tan)
487. Ensure
488. Blueberry, yogurt, milk smoothie
490. wanting what I have
491. limiting T. V.
492. a full tank of gas
493. seeking God for the city prayer guide
494. the Golfer makes a trip to Trader Joes for me
495. Spring Break (4 days away) Yea!
496. The sound of rain on the skylight
497. sometimes making mistakes
498. remembering back to august 10, 1973
499. the sun shining brightly my first day of Spring break
500. an afternoon rest reading Practical Theology
501. Pru asleep with her book Oliva and her baby doll in her arms
502. learning more about Sabbath Delight on the Sabbath.
503. Watching and waiting here …
http://www.ustream.tv/channel/decorah-eagles
504. Reading God’s Word here …
http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/
505. flying to TX today ... yea!
Linking with Bec today ... thanks for the invite!
Bec over here at http://www.littlelucylu.com/ is starting an Inspire Me Monday today so come on along with me and ... check it out! Even though I am still linking up with Ann here http://www.aholyexperience.com/ each Monday counting my gifts I decided to post twice today. Thanks Bec for personally inviting me to join you today.
I am leaving for Texas in a few hours and have decided that I would share my own personal story of reading and writing which is one of my personal stories.
Hopefully this will inspire you and the “little lives” you impact every day. My past has definitely impacted my future as a teacher each day!
Becoming a Reader and Writer
Imagine a world where you can’t read the street signs. You have to find your way by using only landmarks. When you see a sign or road map, you can’t understand it, even though it is written in your own language. And when people give you oral directions, you cannot write quickly enough to take useful notes.
In this world, getting around isn’t your only challenge. You must struggle to read directions on packages of cake mixes and cleaning products. Figuring out the doses for over-the counter medicines actually gives you a headache. You keep faulty products rather than return them to the store because you cannot fill out a refund slip. The only jobs you dare apply for are those that do not require reading or writing.
This was my world for almost 20 years. It was a very small world because I feared getting lost if I went beyond my place of work, familiar stores, and well-known routes to friends’ and family’s homes. I lived in daily fear that I would be asked to fill out a form, write something down for someone, or worse yet be asked to read aloud.
My greatest fear of all was being found out. What if people knew that I could barely read and couldn’t write?
I was in first grade when I was told I would be held back to do another year of first grade so the teachers could make an attempt to teach me how to read. I was forced to sign up each summer for “remedial” reading and math from first grade through eighth grade (not exactly what you want to be doing with the summer off of school). By fifth grade I knew that I would never be able to catch up.
I remember hearing giggles in the classroom as soon as I was called on to read aloud. The kids knew what was going to happen, and so did I. As I hesitated, my teachers would say the words for me, over and over, urging me to repeat them but all I could hear was laughing in the background. Finally, the teacher would give up and say, “We’ll move on.” Even though I felt relief, I also felt embarrassed. I was pulled out of class for extra work, but by that time—as I realize now—it was too late. I was already labeled by classmates and teachers as ‘slow.’
I did OK in math, this helped me get passed from grade to grade. It also helped me to hide how serious my problem was from my parents. I didn’t want to bring the problem to their attention. As a ten-year-old I was more interested in having fun than working hard on reading and writing.
I had one close friend in grade school but she went to the public school while I attended the private school. I had another close friend in high school and she accepted me for what I was and am today, kind, generous, compassionate, and a lot of fun. She would take notes for me and coach me through courses, and she helped cover my disability.
In high school I learned to avoid classes that had writing assignments and heavy reading. I took the easiest courses I could. I kept quiet and tried not to be noticed. I never volunteered to read in class. So many classes had multiple-choice tests that I usually could guess and get by. My ability to manage my life got better and better. I received my high-school diploma and enrolled in a Junior College and then switched to a technical school where I was trained to be a station secretary and got a job at a local hospital. I liked my job. The opportunities and pitfalls of the adult world seemed endless, requiring new and more complicated adjustments. I wanted a checking account. Getting one was easy because the officer simply asked me questions and filled out the forms. Knowing how to deposit, withdraw and figure out a balance was hard and stressful, especially when I had to do it in public. I share this openly with you like I am talking about someone else, as people would describe me as upbeat, self-confident, open, and friendly, a leader and a team-player. Now in my late fifties, I realize that persons who have difficulty reading and writing is a fairly widespread problem. “There are a lot of us out there.” There are people who are afraid to travel because they can’t read signs. Some won’t apply for work because they can’t fill out a job application. Others pretend they have left their glasses at home so they can take a form to someone who will read it to them.
This remarkable openness and confidence did not come about by accident, nor did it come easily. After all, I had spent years and years ashamed of my difficulty. How did I build my self-confidence to such a high level? When I was considering going to college to get a teaching degree I met with my friend Valerie and had her do testing with me, personality tests, learning style tests and tests that would prove my need for support, and what types of support would set me up for success in school. I then went on for IQ testing through Minnesota Workforce and like many others with learning disabilities my IQ was within low to normal range but I had much difficult with information processing. I also realized through these assessments that it would be helpful to have text books on tape, extra time for assignments, a quiet, distraction-free environment, open book tests and possibly a note-taker. In order for me to find success in reading and writing I needed support. I met with the Joan Sax and she began to put various supports in place. Soon Joan became my advisor and Lori Carblom began to request text books and advocate for me as she communicated with new professors for each course.
I no longer think much about the past. I now know how to use a computer. Writing is still a chore but one that I enjoy especially if it is personal journaling that is not being edited or evaluated. Reading is still a challenge although it is my favorite way to spend free time. Thankfully, I am able to write notes and letters to friends, papers for school and I even enjoy writing on my blog and reading other blogs of interest. I am able to read newspapers, magazine articles, and instruction manuals, even aloud. I feel more confident reading aloud to children yet I am still somewhat uncomfortable reading aloud with adults and I prefer to volunteer to read rather than be called on and required to read aloud. It hasn’t been easy, despite all the wonderful help I’ve had. I still fear the first night of any new course, where the syllabus is handed out, and read quickly through, and even though I have received it early and have read through it at the very least two times, highlighting and underlining in color. I continue to feel overwhelmed with information overload and I often find myself asking one clarifying question after another.
I am mindful though that this is just the way God created me and it’s OK as I am assured that I am “made in His Image.” As an adult I can see there were great gaps in this system called education and I fell through the cracks. But God has allowed this for my good and the good of others as I serve as an Educational Support Professional with elementary students with Emotional Behavior Disorders, I serve with the purpose to teach to read and write and the passion to read and write to teach.
I am leaving for Texas in a few hours and have decided that I would share my own personal story of reading and writing which is one of my personal stories.
Hopefully this will inspire you and the “little lives” you impact every day. My past has definitely impacted my future as a teacher each day!
Becoming a Reader and Writer
Imagine a world where you can’t read the street signs. You have to find your way by using only landmarks. When you see a sign or road map, you can’t understand it, even though it is written in your own language. And when people give you oral directions, you cannot write quickly enough to take useful notes.
In this world, getting around isn’t your only challenge. You must struggle to read directions on packages of cake mixes and cleaning products. Figuring out the doses for over-the counter medicines actually gives you a headache. You keep faulty products rather than return them to the store because you cannot fill out a refund slip. The only jobs you dare apply for are those that do not require reading or writing.
This was my world for almost 20 years. It was a very small world because I feared getting lost if I went beyond my place of work, familiar stores, and well-known routes to friends’ and family’s homes. I lived in daily fear that I would be asked to fill out a form, write something down for someone, or worse yet be asked to read aloud.
My greatest fear of all was being found out. What if people knew that I could barely read and couldn’t write?
I was in first grade when I was told I would be held back to do another year of first grade so the teachers could make an attempt to teach me how to read. I was forced to sign up each summer for “remedial” reading and math from first grade through eighth grade (not exactly what you want to be doing with the summer off of school). By fifth grade I knew that I would never be able to catch up.
I remember hearing giggles in the classroom as soon as I was called on to read aloud. The kids knew what was going to happen, and so did I. As I hesitated, my teachers would say the words for me, over and over, urging me to repeat them but all I could hear was laughing in the background. Finally, the teacher would give up and say, “We’ll move on.” Even though I felt relief, I also felt embarrassed. I was pulled out of class for extra work, but by that time—as I realize now—it was too late. I was already labeled by classmates and teachers as ‘slow.’
I did OK in math, this helped me get passed from grade to grade. It also helped me to hide how serious my problem was from my parents. I didn’t want to bring the problem to their attention. As a ten-year-old I was more interested in having fun than working hard on reading and writing.
I had one close friend in grade school but she went to the public school while I attended the private school. I had another close friend in high school and she accepted me for what I was and am today, kind, generous, compassionate, and a lot of fun. She would take notes for me and coach me through courses, and she helped cover my disability.
In high school I learned to avoid classes that had writing assignments and heavy reading. I took the easiest courses I could. I kept quiet and tried not to be noticed. I never volunteered to read in class. So many classes had multiple-choice tests that I usually could guess and get by. My ability to manage my life got better and better. I received my high-school diploma and enrolled in a Junior College and then switched to a technical school where I was trained to be a station secretary and got a job at a local hospital. I liked my job. The opportunities and pitfalls of the adult world seemed endless, requiring new and more complicated adjustments. I wanted a checking account. Getting one was easy because the officer simply asked me questions and filled out the forms. Knowing how to deposit, withdraw and figure out a balance was hard and stressful, especially when I had to do it in public. I share this openly with you like I am talking about someone else, as people would describe me as upbeat, self-confident, open, and friendly, a leader and a team-player. Now in my late fifties, I realize that persons who have difficulty reading and writing is a fairly widespread problem. “There are a lot of us out there.” There are people who are afraid to travel because they can’t read signs. Some won’t apply for work because they can’t fill out a job application. Others pretend they have left their glasses at home so they can take a form to someone who will read it to them.
This remarkable openness and confidence did not come about by accident, nor did it come easily. After all, I had spent years and years ashamed of my difficulty. How did I build my self-confidence to such a high level? When I was considering going to college to get a teaching degree I met with my friend Valerie and had her do testing with me, personality tests, learning style tests and tests that would prove my need for support, and what types of support would set me up for success in school. I then went on for IQ testing through Minnesota Workforce and like many others with learning disabilities my IQ was within low to normal range but I had much difficult with information processing. I also realized through these assessments that it would be helpful to have text books on tape, extra time for assignments, a quiet, distraction-free environment, open book tests and possibly a note-taker. In order for me to find success in reading and writing I needed support. I met with the Joan Sax and she began to put various supports in place. Soon Joan became my advisor and Lori Carblom began to request text books and advocate for me as she communicated with new professors for each course.
I no longer think much about the past. I now know how to use a computer. Writing is still a chore but one that I enjoy especially if it is personal journaling that is not being edited or evaluated. Reading is still a challenge although it is my favorite way to spend free time. Thankfully, I am able to write notes and letters to friends, papers for school and I even enjoy writing on my blog and reading other blogs of interest. I am able to read newspapers, magazine articles, and instruction manuals, even aloud. I feel more confident reading aloud to children yet I am still somewhat uncomfortable reading aloud with adults and I prefer to volunteer to read rather than be called on and required to read aloud. It hasn’t been easy, despite all the wonderful help I’ve had. I still fear the first night of any new course, where the syllabus is handed out, and read quickly through, and even though I have received it early and have read through it at the very least two times, highlighting and underlining in color. I continue to feel overwhelmed with information overload and I often find myself asking one clarifying question after another.
I am mindful though that this is just the way God created me and it’s OK as I am assured that I am “made in His Image.” As an adult I can see there were great gaps in this system called education and I fell through the cracks. But God has allowed this for my good and the good of others as I serve as an Educational Support Professional with elementary students with Emotional Behavior Disorders, I serve with the purpose to teach to read and write and the passion to read and write to teach.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I'm beginning Cyber Sabbath tomorrow
Ok ... it's Saturday night and I am going off the computer now to prepare for my Sabbath tomorrow. I read this amazing article by Holley and hope you too will jump to the link, read and maybe even apply ....
http://www.incourage.me/2011/03/cyber-sabbath.html
I know this is going to be hard for me cause I have been spending a lot of the last two days finding out about blog community ... blogfrog ... becoming a better blogger ... giving my blog a face lift, and reading here ...
http://www.incourage.me/
and over here
http://www.problogger.net/
Have a wonderful Sabbath ... remaining In His Arms, B.
http://www.incourage.me/2011/03/cyber-sabbath.html
I know this is going to be hard for me cause I have been spending a lot of the last two days finding out about blog community ... blogfrog ... becoming a better blogger ... giving my blog a face lift, and reading here ...
http://www.incourage.me/
and over here
http://www.problogger.net/
Have a wonderful Sabbath ... remaining In His Arms, B.
Friday, March 25, 2011
An Idea From Another Blogger ....
I was reading a discussion board on (in)courage and another blogger gave me this idea to post my testimony so here it is ...What a great way to share the gospel during this season in preparation for Easter!
In the book, How to Share your Faith, which I read before traveling to Peru in 2008 I found this quote by Greg Laurie, “When you get down to the bottom line, we all essentially have the same testimony. We were all separated from God by Sin. We all crossed that line deliberately and repeatedly and we all have a need for a Savior.”
My Story …. I grew up in a religious home, the youngest of 8 children and when I was about 18 years old I stopped attending church altogether. In 1974, when I was 21 years old my mother was killed suddenly in a car accident. At this time I began to wonder if there even was a God. When talking with my friend, Jan about my struggles she began to point me to the Bible. She asked me one day if I were to die quickly and suddenly like my mom did I know where I would spend eternity. I said, “I thought I would be in heaven, but I was not sure.” She told me I could be sure. And this, Pause was the beginning of my walk by faith.
First, going through some Bible verses with Jan I realized that the Lord was showing me that I was a sinner.
This was not hard for me to admit because I had totally given up on God. Romans 3:23 clearly says “All (and that definitely included me), have sinned and fall shore of the glory of God.” I realized that I must first accept full responsibility for my sins.
Secondly, I needed to recognize that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sin.
Because there was no other way to resolve this problem of MY sin, god sent his own Son to die in my place on the cross of Calvary. This hit me as quite a commitment on His part. His one and only son died for Me! Romans 5:8 says, ‘While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Jesus said, “god so love the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16) I came to know that the “whoever believes” in this verse could be me.
Third, I knew I must repent.
In Acts 17:30 “God … commands all people everywhere to repent.” What does this word repent mean? To me, it meant that I had been going the wrong way in my life, and I needed to hang a u-turn and start going a different way. Instead of giving up on Him I needed to count on Him.
Next, I knew that I must receive Jesus Christ into my life.
Jesus said, “behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in.” (Revelation 3:20). You see, being a Christian is not merely believing in a creed or even going to church. Jan said to me, “Beth, you could do those things and not necessarily have your sins forgiven or Have Christ in your heart or life.” There must come a moment in everyone’s life where he or she says, “Lore, Come in.” Scripture tells us, “To all who believed Him and accepted Him, He gave the right to become children of God.” (John 1:12 NLT)
Finally I knew I must believe right away.
“The story is told of a great evangelist D.L. Moody who preached an evangelistic message one night in Chicago. He decided to give his listeners a night to think over the question “What will you do with Jesus?” then he asked them to consider coming back the next evening to hear him preach again. The nest morning Chicago lay in ashes. On October 8, 1871, the very night of his message, the Great Chicago fire started. Many who were in his audience died in that blaze.” How to Share Your Faith by Greg Laurie. When I heard this story I was reminded that I must not wait.
In closing this is the testimony part of my story … the fresh part is … that in 2003 after 12 years of living with Multiple Sclerosis I was totally and completely healed because of the power of prayer. As a direct result of this healing God has called me into the ministry of prayer through severing as one of the leaders of HopeWatchers, the children’s prayer team at NHC but this is yet another testimony for yet another time.
In the book, How to Share your Faith, which I read before traveling to Peru in 2008 I found this quote by Greg Laurie, “When you get down to the bottom line, we all essentially have the same testimony. We were all separated from God by Sin. We all crossed that line deliberately and repeatedly and we all have a need for a Savior.”
My Story …. I grew up in a religious home, the youngest of 8 children and when I was about 18 years old I stopped attending church altogether. In 1974, when I was 21 years old my mother was killed suddenly in a car accident. At this time I began to wonder if there even was a God. When talking with my friend, Jan about my struggles she began to point me to the Bible. She asked me one day if I were to die quickly and suddenly like my mom did I know where I would spend eternity. I said, “I thought I would be in heaven, but I was not sure.” She told me I could be sure. And this, Pause was the beginning of my walk by faith.
First, going through some Bible verses with Jan I realized that the Lord was showing me that I was a sinner.
This was not hard for me to admit because I had totally given up on God. Romans 3:23 clearly says “All (and that definitely included me), have sinned and fall shore of the glory of God.” I realized that I must first accept full responsibility for my sins.
Secondly, I needed to recognize that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sin.
Because there was no other way to resolve this problem of MY sin, god sent his own Son to die in my place on the cross of Calvary. This hit me as quite a commitment on His part. His one and only son died for Me! Romans 5:8 says, ‘While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Jesus said, “god so love the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16) I came to know that the “whoever believes” in this verse could be me.
Third, I knew I must repent.
In Acts 17:30 “God … commands all people everywhere to repent.” What does this word repent mean? To me, it meant that I had been going the wrong way in my life, and I needed to hang a u-turn and start going a different way. Instead of giving up on Him I needed to count on Him.
Next, I knew that I must receive Jesus Christ into my life.
Jesus said, “behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in.” (Revelation 3:20). You see, being a Christian is not merely believing in a creed or even going to church. Jan said to me, “Beth, you could do those things and not necessarily have your sins forgiven or Have Christ in your heart or life.” There must come a moment in everyone’s life where he or she says, “Lore, Come in.” Scripture tells us, “To all who believed Him and accepted Him, He gave the right to become children of God.” (John 1:12 NLT)
Finally I knew I must believe right away.
“The story is told of a great evangelist D.L. Moody who preached an evangelistic message one night in Chicago. He decided to give his listeners a night to think over the question “What will you do with Jesus?” then he asked them to consider coming back the next evening to hear him preach again. The nest morning Chicago lay in ashes. On October 8, 1871, the very night of his message, the Great Chicago fire started. Many who were in his audience died in that blaze.” How to Share Your Faith by Greg Laurie. When I heard this story I was reminded that I must not wait.
In closing this is the testimony part of my story … the fresh part is … that in 2003 after 12 years of living with Multiple Sclerosis I was totally and completely healed because of the power of prayer. As a direct result of this healing God has called me into the ministry of prayer through severing as one of the leaders of HopeWatchers, the children’s prayer team at NHC but this is yet another testimony for yet another time.
continuing in a week of gratitude is everything
I was working at Kidstop this morning as a sub and instead of working with kids I was assigned to the door to let parents in. Immediately I thought negatively of this assignment and that it would be a long hour and then remembering that "gratitude is everything" I began to turn my early morning attitude to gratitude for having a job. I also was grateful that I was willing and able to work a few extra hours.
I took my kindle to work with me today too and found that I was grateful to have it during my lunch break. I am finishing the book Jerk California by Jonathan friesen. I deceided to buy this book on the kindle because I wanted to have a bit of variety in my reading. In the book Twich, Jerk, Freak--Sam Carrier has been called them all because of his Tourett's Syndrome which keeps him in constant motion with tics, twiches and verbal
outbursts.
Now home for the evening and grateful to begin Spring break with only 3 more days until I travel to Texas!
I took my kindle to work with me today too and found that I was grateful to have it during my lunch break. I am finishing the book Jerk California by Jonathan friesen. I deceided to buy this book on the kindle because I wanted to have a bit of variety in my reading. In the book Twich, Jerk, Freak--Sam Carrier has been called them all because of his Tourett's Syndrome which keeps him in constant motion with tics, twiches and verbal
outbursts.
Now home for the evening and grateful to begin Spring break with only 3 more days until I travel to Texas!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
my in box message from my good friend
also simply grateful for Sid and his tooth removal safety today
gratitude is everything
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
started complaining and then ....
"I mean really, it could be worse than it actually is!"
This morning I was somewhat bummed because I got up a bit late. Not a good start for me, who wants to have extra time to read and write each morning. Then on top of getting a late start the golfer came in and said the driving was horrible and that I should leave early for work. At that moment there was no verbalization but the thoughts of complaining started to come into my mind ...
When I arrived at school and my 1st grade teacher I work alongside of began to complain about her drive to school I started to chime in ... when all of a sudden I said my weekly saying aloud, "gratitude is everything". I told her that I was working on this saying and we began together:
I said, "grateful that we are all here safely".
She said, "grateful the kids arrived safely".
I said, "grateful that the kids were working so hard this morning".
She said, "grateful that we have 3 more days 'til Spring break".
I said, "we will be grateful when our day is over", to which both of us smiled.
I went on through the day thinking ...
grateful for my friend Susan who would be praying with me at 12:30 for my grandson
grateful my principal answered my call for help with a student
grateful I brought my book to relax with during my lunch break
grateful to be outside in the cold, blowing, snow during recess today
grateful for a student who turned his day around
grateful for an amazing assembly on patience and kindness put on by staff and students
grateful for an answer to pray even though it was not what I expected for my grandson
grateful that our after-school program was canceled and I arrived home an hour earlier
grateful for a brief afternoon nap
grateful for some real food eaten tonight
grateful for a warm home on a cold winter night
grateful for some time to read both books and blogs before bed
gratefully In His Arms, Beth
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Don't Make Me Come Up There ... book ... I will plan a time to go up here soon ... Prayer Cottage
Prayer Cottage in Scandia, MN
Kristin asked this question: Tell me about the last quiet moment you had …
At this site http://www.incourage.me/
This was my answer to Kristin:
I had an intentional quiet time this morning while reading Psalm 112. I then had periods of quiet throughout my school day with 26 1st graders.
There was a time when my quiet came in the middle of the night while feeding a baby, during nap time with toddlers, while homeschooling my children, or during homework time with young adults.
Now my time is ever morning before meeting with anyone I start with the word, prayer and conversation. You can check out some of those conversations at my blog.
I am not a young mother, but a grandmother now, and a women who mentors young women to intentionally plan quiet each day, each Sabbath, and by getting away with just the Lord 4 times per year at least.
Some of my quiet places are The Prayer Cottage pictured above, Kings House, Pacem in Terris, and the New Hope Church Prayer Room.
I like Kristin's question ... so tell me about the last quiet moment you had.
Strength Everyday
Be Strong in the Lord ... that's what the e-mail said this morning. I said, "gratitude is everything".
I said this for the simple reason that I have made a personal goal to say this each morning this week. I found myself even saying this throughout my day yesterday.
I love that out of all the e-mails, subscribe to blogs, RSS feeds that one can sign up for and read each day I have chosen Zondervan's daily verse.
It's just a sinpet and takes less than a minute to read but I always find that the words are just what I need for the day ahead.
It' raining this morning and the rain will turn to snow this afternoon when it gets colder her in Minnesota yet I wake up to the same God who does not change with the weather.
As I start my day with hot water and a smoothie and I fix my lunch of applesauce, yogurt, hard-boiled eggs and ensure I continue to remember that He is my strength everday.
I am looking forward to the day and also counting down the days (just 6 now) when I will be in TX where He is the same God who does not change with the weather.
Praying you all will have a blessed day In His Strength!
In His Arms,
Beth
I said this for the simple reason that I have made a personal goal to say this each morning this week. I found myself even saying this throughout my day yesterday.
I love that out of all the e-mails, subscribe to blogs, RSS feeds that one can sign up for and read each day I have chosen Zondervan's daily verse.
It's just a sinpet and takes less than a minute to read but I always find that the words are just what I need for the day ahead.
It' raining this morning and the rain will turn to snow this afternoon when it gets colder her in Minnesota yet I wake up to the same God who does not change with the weather.
As I start my day with hot water and a smoothie and I fix my lunch of applesauce, yogurt, hard-boiled eggs and ensure I continue to remember that He is my strength everday.
I am looking forward to the day and also counting down the days (just 6 now) when I will be in TX where He is the same God who does not change with the weather.
Praying you all will have a blessed day In His Strength!
In His Arms,
Beth
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