tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71761020542261618272024-03-13T01:43:43.817-05:00Life in the Blessed LaneUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176102054226161827.post-9598070494978655942020-11-06T11:43:00.001-05:002020-11-06T11:45:37.628-05:00The Nine-Noodle Necklace<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuwmCXhOef-2AziYkh9I-zIwamk4g6PNXaQo_ZqC-p6ZkUkIjcLiZo8p7HiUdNZoUOSc7SSh6H51ylHCjIGf-kz5iIXqu5fClJIS7p0eYNyst7r9BlF-FdY9FYpJAXnwCrMttxFoQaIqh/s2048/immo-wegmann-5hZLzFex3QE-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1463" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSuwmCXhOef-2AziYkh9I-zIwamk4g6PNXaQo_ZqC-p6ZkUkIjcLiZo8p7HiUdNZoUOSc7SSh6H51ylHCjIGf-kz5iIXqu5fClJIS7p0eYNyst7r9BlF-FdY9FYpJAXnwCrMttxFoQaIqh/w229-h320/immo-wegmann-5hZLzFex3QE-unsplash.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>My son was just a toddler when his class at daycare began learning numbers and the alphabet. He was excited to recite each letter and identify an animal or object whose name began with the letter.<p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Then came the letter N. Cameron was so proud to present me with his latest class project: a nine-noodle necklace. He'd painted nine large tubular pasta and strung them on a length of colorful yarn. The next morning, he made sure I was wearing it to work, which, of course, I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Throughout the day I attended meetings and conducted business, happy to explain the origins of my unusual accessory.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Was it the most beautiful piece of jewelry I'ver owned? Of course not. I'm sure I got a few disapproving looks from colleagues.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But the value of my nine-noodle necklace came from the giver, not the gift.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Recently, the Lord reminded me of the nine-noodle necklace. I was lamenting the effects of aging on my body and how much I despised them, when he whispered, "Long life is my gift to you. Why are you disparaging it?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Whoa. Are the veins on my legs or the gray in my hair any less attractive than my toddler's paint-splattered noodles? Not when you consider the Giver, who said:</span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">Gray</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">hair</span><span style="background-color: white;"> is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica;">(Proverbs 16:31)</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">The glory of young men is their strength, </span><span style="background-color: white;">gray</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">hair</span><span style="background-color: white;"> the splendor of the old.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> (Proverbs 20:29)</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not </span><span style="background-color: white;">long</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">life</span><span style="background-color: white;"> bring understanding? (Job 12:12)</span></span></p></blockquote><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So I will embrace this gift, with all its thorns, because I know the Giver. He is good, all the time, and he gives good gifts. Lord, let me wear this gift with thanksgiving and give you the glory!</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176102054226161827.post-23525139564888630352020-06-25T13:44:00.002-05:002020-06-25T13:44:30.648-05:00Footsie With Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkC8MCXEchg0The1p66zn-te18lERyyXo70hHVh79HtU6IAcXt3H22W83f1ayfltDemOtjrptijTvUDiKb6joz_H4h4K1nJHcA1KLbf6qm5V_EJzpwVMJDVDi6gVxqkVP_gCrsqqCUoWjk/s1600/man-woman-people-love-28914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkC8MCXEchg0The1p66zn-te18lERyyXo70hHVh79HtU6IAcXt3H22W83f1ayfltDemOtjrptijTvUDiKb6joz_H4h4K1nJHcA1KLbf6qm5V_EJzpwVMJDVDi6gVxqkVP_gCrsqqCUoWjk/s320/man-woman-people-love-28914.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>They are obviously in love. He watches her every move with such pure adoration. His precious bride! Her face brightens and her smile widens when he walks into the room. Her beloved groom! They embrace. They share a long, languorous kiss.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Running her toes along his foot, she settles back into the sofa. He reaches for her but she pushes him away. Intrigued, he leans in for another kiss. She turns her head and laughs, all the while stroking his foot with hers. He tries to pull her closer but she resists. Intrigue turns to sadness as he realizes she doesn't love him the way he loves her. With one last longing look, he leaves.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know too many people who are playing this very game right now. They love Jesus, they claim to have a relationship with him but when it comes time to go all in, they balk. I call it playing footsie with Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus was familiar with this type of Christian. In Revelation 3:15-16, he addresses the footsie-playing members of the church at Laodicea:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="text Rev-3-15" id="en-NIV-30762" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Rev-3-16" id="en-NIV-30763" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">So, because you are lukewarm — neither hot nor cold — I am about to spit you out of my mouth.</span></span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus doesn't need someone who only wants to play games. He's looking for men and women who are head over heels in love with him and committed to him at all costs. The woman who turns her back on illicit relationships for him. The man who chooses Jesus over just one more drink.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The truth is, you can't be "all in" with Jesus <i>and </i>cheat on your taxes. You can't choose Jesus <i>and</i> engage in sexual sin. You can't be totally devoted to him <i>and</i> carry a grudge. They cannot co-exist.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">The Lord says: “These people come near to me with </span><span style="background-color: white;">their</span><span style="background-color: white;"> mouth and honor me with </span><span style="background-color: white;">their</span><span style="background-color: white;"> lips, but </span><span style="background-color: white;">their</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">hearts</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">are</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">far</span><span style="background-color: white;"> from me. </span><span style="background-color: white;">Their</span><span style="background-color: white;"> worship of me is based on merely human rules they have been taught.</span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God seeks followers with a single characteristic that marks them as genuine. In Luke 14:33, he says:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everything? Really, Jesus? Does that include my career aspirations? My pursuit of a spouse? My friends? My (fill in the blank)?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's drastic. Audacious. A little unrealistic, perhaps? Not when you look at the drastic, audacious, REAL God we serve!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All things means, well, <i>all things.</i> But you must be all in. No more footsie.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176102054226161827.post-43882619353392084822020-05-21T10:00:00.002-05:002020-05-21T10:00:47.861-05:00Creative Juices<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My entire career has been spent working creatively. From writing and editing to publication layout and photography, I love the process of creating something cohesive and beautiful from ideas and facts. For the most part, it has been rewarding.<br />
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But two years ago, my company was purchased by a conglomerate with a centralized "creative department." The creative team produces cookie-cutter ads, brochures, mailers, TV commercials and billboards that are used interchangeably across the country.<br />
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My creative skills were no longer needed.<br />
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So what to do with this drive to create? Do I continue looking for employment that allows me to use my creative skills? Or is God leading me in a different direction?<br />
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To be endowed with a talent for creativity is a blessing from the Creator himself. His creativity is evident all around us. When he gifts his children with this ability, we are expected to use it for his glory. To stifle it is to hide it in the ground, like the foolish servant.<br />
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I believe God is pointing me toward something greater than a 9-to-5 outlet for my creative juices. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm excited to get there. Stay tuned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176102054226161827.post-39680108232030198372020-04-28T15:08:00.000-05:002020-04-29T13:40:51.104-05:00Zero Waste<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt;">It required a series of well-planned steps, including buying in bulk using recycled containers and reusing items most of us would toss without a second thought. She was doing her part to reduce what winds up in our nation’s landfills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt;">It certainly doesn’t <i>feel </i>productive when we are awash in pain. When the cancer doesn’t go away. When the bills can’t be paid. When the child won’t come home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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