tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65519977475945193412024-03-12T20:28:34.960-07:00Molding Into A Lady..."Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:" Philippians 1:6Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.comBlogger441125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-55716596058606487502024-03-12T09:38:00.000-07:002024-03-12T10:14:00.513-07:00What God Can Do!<p> Eighteen years ago, I seriously doubted that my husband would attend the little Baptist church I had found. Although we had visited other churches in the area, and attended church (infrequently) back in my home state, he seemed greatly opposed to this one. Oh, he gave me one excuse after another. He even got angry when I came home from my first visit there.</p><p> Nevertheless, after a few visits on my own, he finally decided to attend a mid-week meeting with me. That choice alone was surprising to me: most folks are more comfortable coming to the main Sunday service. On our way home from the meeting that night, I was delighted to learn that he wanted to go, again...Quite the turnaround from being angry and obstinate!</p><p> After a month of attending church meetings, as well as private Bible studies with the pastor in our home, something changed. I still remember that night, vividly. He had approached the platform to pray, after the preaching ended. I had never seen him do such a thing in times past. So, on our way home, I asked him: "Did you get saved?" No, he had not...at least, not yet. He did admit to wanting Christ's help, though.<br></p><p> So, as he took our dog out for the evening, he looked up in the vast night sky, and called out for the Saviour to SAVE him! When he returned inside our little apartment, there was a DIFFERENCE. I was looking at a CHANGED man. I could see the peace and joy overflowing from his soul!</p><p> From that moment on, my husband has been a man on fire for God. Having been someone who would mock preachers, to becoming one himself...What a privilege to watch God work in his life! Today, it is a JOY to celebrate when Christ rescued and transformed my husband! </p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/ELRT0Bm53EQ?si=EB5z4kOfFVqzv4kW" target="_blank"><b><span>My husband's personal testimony</span></b></a></p><p><br></p><p> </p>Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-12149015083346842022024-01-20T13:25:00.001-08:002024-02-13T08:57:00.546-08:00"The Great Discovery: The Valley of Vision," Puritan Prayers and Devotions <span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">"Glorious God,</span><div><br></div><div>I bless Thee t<span style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;">hat I know Thee.</span></div><div>I once lived in the world, </div><div>but it was ignorant of its Creator;</div><div>was partaker of Thy providences, </div><div>but knew not the Provider;</div><div>was blind while enjoying the sunlight; was deaf to all things spiritual, </div><div>with voices all around me, </div><div>understood many things, </div><div>but had no knowledge of Thy ways;</div><div>saw the world, </div><div>but did not see Jesus only.</div><div>O happy day, </div><div>when in Thy love’s sovereignty </div><div>Thou didst look on me, </div><div>and call me by grace!</div><div>Then did the dead heart begin to beat, the darkened eye glimmer with light, the dull ear catch Thy echo, </div><div>and I turned to Thee and found Thee, </div><div>a God ready to hear, </div><div>willing to save.</div><div>Then did I find my heart at enmity to Thee, </div><div>vexing Thy Spirit;</div><div>Then did I fall at Thy feet </div><div>and hear Thee thunder, </div><div>‘The soul that sinneth, it must die.’</div><div>But when grace made me to know Thee, </div><div>and admire a God who hated sin, </div><div>Thy terrible justice held my will submissive.</div><div>My thoughts were then as knives cutting my head.</div><div>Then didst Thou come to me in silken robes of love, </div><div>and I saw Thy Son dying that I might live, </div><div>and in that death I found my all.</div><div>My soul doth sing at the remembrance of that peace:</div><div>The gospel cornet brought a sound unknown to me before that reached my heart — and I lived — never to lose my hold on Christ, </div><div>or His hold on me.</div><div>Grant that I may always weep to the praise of mercy found, </div><div>and tell to others as long as I live, </div><div>that Thou art a sin-pardoning God, taking up the blasphemer and the ungodly, </div><div>and washing them from their deepest stain."</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It took much time in prayer, study of God's word, memorizing of His word, and most of all, keeping my confidence in His word above anything/anyone else, to quench those darts!</p><p style="text-align: left;"> I share a bit about this truly humbling experience, because I have not heard it talked about much, publicly. However, I have heard it brought up by those, privately, when they realize that they are not alone in this battle. We need not suffer silently, for, it is when we are alone that we are vulnerable. Being able to go to a trustworthy person with our struggles will allow them to pray with and for us, as well as point us to the Lord and His word to strengthen us in our weaknesses.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> I have collected some verses that have strengthened me when I was faltering. These verses are but a few that remind us of our sure foundation in Christ. Going back over them tonight reignited gratitude and love for my Saviour!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> "<span style="color: #cc0000;">For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life...He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.</span>"</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>John 3:16, 18</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Then said Jesus unto them again, <span style="color: #cc0000;">Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep...I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture...I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine...My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.</span>"</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>John 10:7, 9, 14, 27-30</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth. For Moses describeth the righteousness which is of the law, That the man which doeth those things shall live by them. But the righteousness which is of faith speaketh on this wise, Say not in thine heart, Who shall ascend into heaven? (that is, to bring Christ down from above:) Or, Who shall descend into the deep? (that is, to bring up Christ again from the dead.) But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach; That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed. For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Romans 10:4-13</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith of Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Jesus Christ, that we might be justified by the faith of Christ, and not by the works of the law: for by the works of the law shall no flesh be justified."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Galatians 2:16</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"This only would I learn of you, Received ye the Spirit by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith? Are ye so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh?..But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith...That the blessing of Abraham might come on the Gentiles through Jesus Christ; that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith...But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith in Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Galatians 3:2-3, 11, 14, 22</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Now I say, That the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all...And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father. Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Galatians 4:1, 6-7</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage...Christ is become of no effect unto you, whosoever of you are justified by the law; ye are fallen from grace. For we through the Spirit wait for the hope of righteousness by faith."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Galatians 5:1, 4-5</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Galatians 6:14</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"In whom ye also trusted, after that ye heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation: in whom also after that ye believed, ye were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise, Which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, unto the praise of his glory."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Ephesians 1:13-14</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"By so much was Jesus made a surety of a better testament...But this man, because he continueth ever, hath an unchangeable priesthood. Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Hebrews 7:22, 24-25</u></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand!"</i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVyP9cURhSwzFrHkY7QKqn6toyxjG9STPb-0tK0BdWR6HSUJcsAAH132HwLDAHx9h0Q3HRENZVlNARLmxtCQMS74Va0wgCypZpco0wDUeqTkbM8wj_eV79LjT5Sz-pnPolUi00ALq3dJ2m92BfRrXp0S8PTkPVrFLDAfx_q5zeAcaiuujoK_wGdEWf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="612" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVyP9cURhSwzFrHkY7QKqn6toyxjG9STPb-0tK0BdWR6HSUJcsAAH132HwLDAHx9h0Q3HRENZVlNARLmxtCQMS74Va0wgCypZpco0wDUeqTkbM8wj_eV79LjT5Sz-pnPolUi00ALq3dJ2m92BfRrXp0S8PTkPVrFLDAfx_q5zeAcaiuujoK_wGdEWf" width="320" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /><br /></i></b><p></p>Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-89569822052985304222021-12-19T10:19:00.002-08:002021-12-19T10:19:52.695-08:00Molding Into A Lady<p> This past year, and the one before it, have been quite <i>full</i>. With the addition of two more precious children right at the beginning of last year's pandemic, the loss of my mother-in-law and a great aunt, a serious hurricane (with loss of power for one week--not exactly the best timing during a very hot and humid summer, with four little ones), moving into our first purchased home, as well as all other sorts of things that occur throughout a year, writing has been on the back burner for me. Yet, with a new year on the horizon, and a smidge more of freedom as the children become a bit more independent, I am once again able to take some time to let my creative juices flow.</p><p> Even though I have not had the opportunity to sit and process my thoughts via writing, that has not hindered ideas from flowing. One of the predominant ones that persists is that of the very title of my blog: "Molding Into A Lady." Throughout this year, particularly, I have been pondering all that "Molding Into A Lady" means to me and this blog. Here are some of those thoughts...</p><p> Regardless of whether you look within or without the church, women can be found that present themselves very unbecomingly, as a way of life. I, myself, have struggled with not being very ladylike. I distinctly remember, after my husband became a Christian, that I <i>did not</i> want to continue behaving in such a manner anymore. I desired to learn all that the Bible taught in what it meant to God for me to be a woman that pleased Him.</p><p> Part of that search showed me that a woman who was seeking God's heart was one of <i>distinction</i>. She was set apart from women of the world. It was not just a list of rules that she checked off, one by one, to insure she was "in line" with scripture; but rather, a matter of the heart. She was "molding into a lady..." Not one according to the world's perception, but God's description.</p><p> What <i>is</i> a lady? It helps to have a general definition: <b>"A woman of distinction...The female who presides or has authority over manor or a family."</b>--Webster's Dictionary. In the Bible, we see instruction to Christian women to take care of their families. 1 Timothy 5:14 states: <b>"...I will therefore that the younger women marry, bear children, <span style="background-color: black; color: #fcff01;">guide the house</span>, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully." </b></p><p> As I continued my study in biblical womanhood, I desired to learn what that role entailed. What were the nuts and bolts of guiding a house? Certainly it was more than just daily chores. I instinctively and observationally knew that women had great control on the atmosphere of their home, simply by their moods and general attitude. I wanted, and still do, to do all I could to make our home a loving haven of rest for my family.</p><p> A large part of that education has been developing into a <i>lady</i>. I do not necessarily mean the kind that generally come to mind (thanks to certain dramas, literature, and cultures); but, there is something that can be learned from them. When you think of <i>those</i> types of ladies, I am nearly certain that a brazen, brash, and intemperate woman is <i>not</i> what comes to mind. Is she silly? Foolish? Seductive? Lazy? What kind of woman do you see in your mind's eye, when you think of a <i>lady</i>?</p><p> Now, take that image, and compare her to scripture. What comes to mind? When you think of a lady in light of God's word, what do you see? Are there any real life examples? </p><p> As far as life in the United States, I can say I have found it challenging to find a plethora of women who are seeking to modify their lives by the light of scripture. They <i>are</i> out there. They just are not as "loud" as the others. </p><p> Once I started seeing some real growth in my life as a believer, one of the strongest desires I had was to no longer be a "loud" woman. I wanted to be what is described in 1 Peter 3:4, <b>"But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price." </b>When I read that God saw this type of spirit within a woman as something of <i>"great price,"</i> it moved my heart so palpably that I have not been the same since.</p><p> I have such a long way to go before I arrive to that desired goal. Along the way, I have been distracted, downtrodden, dismayed, and defeated. I have made many errors, but I <i>have</i> been witness to God's glorious victories in my life as I <i>"mold into a lady..." </i></p><p> When I first started this blog, I had no concrete vision for it. I wanted only to write, as it is one of my great creative passions. Then, as I continued, I desired to have a purpose beyond writing to just write. I began sharing what I was learning along my journey with Christ, in hopes that other women would be encouraged, uplifted, and challenged in living for Him. Thus, "Molding Into A Lady" really began to take shape.</p><p> In this upcoming new year, if the Lord is so pleased, I would like (as much as time allows) to once again write to encourage, uplift, and challenge anyone who reads my little spot here. There are<i> so many voices</i> out there, that are all quite contrary to clearly established scripture for Christian women. With so much darkness, confusion, and harshness around us, I pray that you may find a warm, loving, and biblical haven here.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvzohrO6eJCmjVkeFatr95kYcAhiB90To84h-AtRUHUxlhq6MIl_baBwkXuFqCHcIMm7gmqpvrtSRj_IiFHhv9MxungfPBWhj0CtHju4RsJPHcP1l28sf801yXajU2L04yyckfR1_od8YmiBizrtWaNcnKTw_RweFeLpR5ONoIuLy76746-wGSabRS=s1170" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="1170" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvzohrO6eJCmjVkeFatr95kYcAhiB90To84h-AtRUHUxlhq6MIl_baBwkXuFqCHcIMm7gmqpvrtSRj_IiFHhv9MxungfPBWhj0CtHju4RsJPHcP1l28sf801yXajU2L04yyckfR1_od8YmiBizrtWaNcnKTw_RweFeLpR5ONoIuLy76746-wGSabRS=w640-h192" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-74700514156931346422020-12-23T09:11:00.001-08:002020-12-23T09:11:34.434-08:00Growing With The Changes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px; text-align: start;"> Maybe you, like myself, have struggled with comparisons: to your past self, or others whom you respect. Comparing our prayer life or Bible reading/study habits to that of others, isn't always beneficial. Often, we can find ourselves discouraged. </span></div><p></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.2px; text-align: start;"> In this chat, I share what I am <i>finally</i> learning in regards to my prayer and Bible study life as I develop in my role as "mama." Maybe the lessons in learning, as well as <i>adaptations </i>to this new season in life, can be of help to you!</div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5uFXoTKkLSU" width="320" youtube-src-id="5uFXoTKkLSU"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-2586122433823097122020-12-13T18:29:00.002-08:002020-12-13T18:29:16.315-08:00"Day By Day" Hymn<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FTqP0jpL208" width="320" youtube-src-id="FTqP0jpL208"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-50608139278925944962020-12-09T10:24:00.001-08:002020-12-20T09:54:03.615-08:00I Can Cry<br>
<span ;="">I can miss her. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">When I see the clothes she got them, I can softly cry, knowing she'll never see them in them. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">When I capture moments, and can't share them with her...I can cry. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">When I want to tell her some new thing they're learning or doing, but can't...I can cry. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">I can cry at the loss: of a friend, cheerleader, supporter, nana, mother. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">I can cry, knowing they'll never experience growing up with their nana excitedly cheering for them in life. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">I can cry, knowing they'll never again hear her enthusiastic voice on the other end of the call. </span>
<br><br><span ;="">I can cry, wishing we'd had more time.</span>
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<br />
No sounds of laughter, <br />
No tears of joy.<br />
<br />
No little onesies <br />
Marked zero to three,<br />
No warm blankets soft and fluffy...<br />
<br />
It was a little past five <br />
When a little boy was born alive:<br />
A botched abortion, <br />
An unwanted life. <br />
<br />
Before the doctor could do <br />
What he needed to do, <br />
The little guy <br />
Had pushed his way through. <br />
<br />
About the same time, <br />
His mother came to.<br />
With me still holding the baby, <br />
The doctor nudged me <br />
From the room. <br />
<br />
We walked down the hall, <br />
Far enough from there. <br />
With me muzzling his cries,<br />
So she wouldn't hear. <br />
The doctor said, "Put him in here," <br />
As he held out a tub. <br />
<br />
So I placed him inside, <br />
Still covered in blood.....<br />
Then I listened to the doctor tell her <div>It all went as planned.<br />
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Then I confirmed it with a smile <br />
And a pat on her hand. <br />
It was after seven <br />
When she left to go home...<br />
Not knowing her baby was <br />
Alive and alone. <br />
<br />
With medical attention, <br />
The baby would thrive...<br />
But protected by new law, <br />
We just left him to die. <br />
<br />
With the lid on the bin, <br />
We could still hear his cries, <br />
As we closed the door <br />
And turned out the lights.<br />
<br />
We went home like we always did. </div><div>But, if I could go back, <br />
He wouldn't be dead. <br />
And now, <br />
Memories of him fill me with regret. <br />
His little face, <br />
Forever stuck in my head. <br />
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How I found him the very next day: </div><div>His body once pink, <br />
Now a shocking blue-gray. <br />
He looked so helpless <br />
In that cold, plastic bed. <br />
His body covered in dried blood, <br />
His hair matted to his head. <br />
What haunts me the most, <br />
Was seeing him naked.<br />
<br />
He was given nothing, <br />
Not even a blanket. <br />
His eyes wide open, <br />
Seemed to stare right through me... </div><div>Which left me feeling cold <br />
And terribly empty. <br />
The fear on his face <br />
As he struggled to breathe--<br />
The doctor and I both pretended <br />
Not to see.<br />
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I'm not talking <br />
About a woman's choice:<br />
I'm talking about a little infant <br />
Who didn't have a voice. <br />
I'm not talking about <br />
A woman's right, <br />
But a tiny human being...<br />
A valuable life. <br />
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I'm talking about an infant, <br />
Not quite a day old,<br />
With big round eyes, <br />
And his mother's nose. <br />
With ten little fingers,<br />
And ten perfect toes. <br />
With a head full of hair <br />
That curled around his ears, <br />
And chubby little cheeks <br />
Wet with tears.<br />
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He was never given a name. <br />
He was never measured or weighed. </div><div>He died sometime in the night, </div><div>Scared and alone,<br />
And too weak to fight. <br />
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This happens more often<br />
Than they want you to know, <br />
And former employees <br />
Will tell you it's so. <br />
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If this doesn't bother you, <br />
And you think it's okay,<br />
Then keep doing <br />
What you've been doing, <br />
And look the other way.<br />
I just hope I made you see <br />
It's not a woman's body, <br />
It's a completely separate being. <br />
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But, if you think life is more valuable </div><div>Than choice, <br />
Then stand up and fight! <br />
Lift up your voice! <br />
Innocent blood <br />
Has now covered this land, <br />
Leaving us all <br />
With red-stained hands.<br />
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<br /> We started the year by simply being able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life: trips to parks; enjoying family Bible times; playing with the children... Things definitely not taken for granted. One of our dearest friends was able to come visit us during my husband's birthday! Just having him here was a precious gift in itself, let alone all the fun we had together!<br /><br /> At the beginning of summer, we finally were able to make a trip to visit my family in the Midwest! It had been nearly thirteen years since I last had been there. It was quite a surreal experience. I was so grateful to wrap my arms around my siblings, meet my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, visit with other loved ones, and see some places that were dear to me. <br />
<br /> Later on in the year, we were surprised to learn that we were expecting another blessing! Once again, we were humbled that the Lord would gift us in such a way. It is an indescribable honor to be given these treasures. <br />
<br /> Then, right at the tail-end of the year, we were able to get an ultrasound to see our newest addition. To everyone's surprise, there were two babies! What a way to end the old year, and start the new!<!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_200107_094542_321.sdoc--><br />
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God has blessed us so richly. We may lack in material things, but He sure has enriched us in those things that last into eternity! We look forward to growing together in this new year: in our relationships with each other, and our Saviour.Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-5878852780542885892019-12-17T08:33:00.000-08:002019-12-17T08:33:23.506-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Days 23 - 30 If you noticed, I got rid of the previous post under the same name. I simply was dissatisfied with it. I know we are near the end of December, but, I have wanted to complete this series.<br />
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One message I had heard, last month, really ministered to my heart. I see it as better conveying what my previous post lacked. I pray this message is a blessing to you!<br />
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-89291240829053408542019-11-22T06:37:00.000-08:002019-11-22T06:53:56.798-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Days 20 - 22<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><u>DAY 20</u></b><br />
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I am thankful to have had the experiences of living in other parts of this nation. For most of my life, though I would daydream of what it might be like to live in other areas (some of which later became a reality!), I never truly thought it would come to fruition. I was a simple midwest girl: content to stay in the same area all my life. <br />
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... Then, I met my Norwegian prince! ;-) He soon whisked me off to his far away home state in the Pacific Northwest: miles and miles away from all I had ever known. Though it took some time to adjust, I grew to love that area. <br />
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Now, we dwell in the Deep South. Quite the change for the both of us! Though we are still adjusting, we both are appreciating many things around here. <br />
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DAY 21</u></b><br />
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I am thankful to be able to stay at home with my family. It was my desire, from my earliest memories, to be a wife and mother some day. Though, throughout my adolescent years, I had other aspirations, they paled in comparison to this deep-seeded desire. I am so grateful to be living it!<br />
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DAY 22</b></u>
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I am thankful to have had the opportunity to go back to my homestate this year. Being able to see people and places that I had not seen in nearly thirteen years, was quite something--surreal. It was also a treat to visit the Jenny Wiley State Park on our way home, for a brief moment: named in honor of my great-great-great-great-great grandmother!<br />
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-16598841668482503282019-11-19T17:49:00.000-08:002019-11-19T17:49:01.469-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Days 14 - 19 <div style="text-align: center;">
Well, here I am, again, lagging behind...Oh, but I do have good excuses! They are pretty cute, too. ;-)<br />
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DAY 14</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for God's provisions. Though I fail often to be a good steward of that which He gives, He still meets my needs; and, continues to abundantly bless!<br />
<br /><b><u>DAY 15</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for every moment my husband is home. It blesses my heart to have him near. He is my favorite person. <br />
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DAY 16</u></b><br />
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I am thankful that every day my children rush to the door when their daddy comes home! Every morning, our son wants his daddy home. So, when he comes home for lunch, then at the end of his work day, things around here are bubbling over with excitement! <br />
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DAY 17</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for my siblings. They are some of the most precious souls to me. They each have a special place in my heart. <br />
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DAY 18</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for the lessons learned through many of the difficult experiences I have had. At the time, I could not foretell how what I was currently enduring would help me in the future. Yet, as I often muse upon life, I can see how those hardships prepared and molded me. <br />
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I am thankful to have felt our baby flutter after their big brother talked to them! <br />
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-34358664132959872672019-11-13T18:04:00.000-08:002019-11-13T18:04:01.841-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Days 12 and 13<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><u>DAY 12</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for those folks who chose to invest in my life. People who did so, not for any other purpose than seeing worth in me. I am so, so grateful. <br />
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DAY 13</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for my midwifery team. Never had I expected my family to be loved by them as we have: beyond taking care of the physical needs of myself and unborn child, to other matters. Indeed, these are folks that will always hold a cherished place in our hearts. <!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_191113_200105_865.sdoc--></div>
Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-39536434185045707852019-11-11T18:34:00.000-08:002019-11-11T18:34:24.745-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Days 6 - 11<div style="text-align: center;">
I did not anticipate missing <i>these</i> many days in this series! Alas, such is life. Between children getting colds, then sharing it with me, to just regular life stuff... Well, you get the idea. <br />
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DAY 6</u></b><br />
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I am so grateful for my Bible. It is sobering to remember the cost that was made, so that I could have one: of my own; multiple copies and devices; in my language. We really take it for granted. <br />
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I am grateful to have watched most of the series made by Chris Pinto, regarding this very topic: "<i>A Lamp In The Dark</i>," "T<i>ares Among The Wheat</i>," and "<i>Bridge To Babylon</i>." I look forward to watching the last one. Each docu-drama is around 3+ hours long: well worth every second! When you get the opportunity, PLEASE avail yourself of these videos. I guarantee you will not look at your Bible, and those who suffered and died so that you could have one, the same. <br />
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DAY 7</u></b><br />
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Going along with the previous day's theme, I am thankful for my personal Bible time. Some days are more poignant than others, to be sure. However, I am <i>always</i> learning something that I needed. I especially love it when I catch a new-to-me-glimpse into my Saviour's heart. Those times are the best. <br />
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DAY 8</u></b><br />
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I am thankful that my husband is able to work so close to home. There have been times where I needed him home, asap; and, he was able to be here so quickly. Also, being able to have him home on his lunch breaks is such a treat for us all! It really is a comfort having him so close. <br />
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DAY 9</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for the times we are able to enjoy pretty days at the park. There is one that is not too far away from us, and is so pleasant to visit. In fact, the last time we were there, we were visited by a pelican! What a neat experience, especially for our son. <br />
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DAY 10</u></b><br />
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I am so grateful for our family Bible time. Any time we get to do it, is such a blessing to my soul. Worshipping, praying to, and learning about God together, is indescribable. It is just beautiful. <br />
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DAY 11</u></b><br />
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I am thankful for the days wherein I get much accomplished. Running a household, whilst pregnant, is not always easy. Thankfully, I have an amazingly compassionate, helpful husband: coming to my aide whenever needed; filling in without question or growling... Goodness, I am so blessed. </div>
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-27762842507522346062019-11-05T13:57:00.000-08:002019-11-05T13:57:18.855-08:00Giving Of Thanks: Day 5<div style="text-align: center;">
I am so grateful to be a part of an everlasting family! I remember when I got saved the excitement and delight in knowing that there were people who were now my "forever-family:" some folks I knew, some I didn't know, and, some I had only heard about from the Bible. It was quite a wonderful thought!<br />
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Of course, as I have learned, sadly we all do not get along that well, here on earth... Yet, that does not take away my affection for those folks who are truly born again! Even if we struggle this side of Heaven with each other, I know that it is going to be wonderful over there!<br />
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I have also experienced the love that only those who share that blood that never washes away, have. You cannot explain it. It is a wonderful, spiritual, blessed, living reality for those who are born again. <br />
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So, today, I am grateful for my forever family. <br />
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"While he yet talked to the people, behold, his mother and his brethren stood without, desiring to speak with him. Then one said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren stand without, desiring to speak with thee. But he answered and said unto him that told him, <span style="color: #990000;">Who is my mother? and who are my brethren? And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.</span>"<br /><b><u>
Matthew 12:46-50</u></b><br />
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"<span style="color: #990000;">For I came down from heaven, not to do mine own will, but the will of him that sent me. And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. And this is the will of him that sent me, that every one which seeth the Son, and believeth on him, may have everlasting life: and I will raise him up at the last day.</span>"<br /><b><u>
John 6:38-40</u></b></span><br />
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-55852775902319976252019-11-04T09:19:00.000-08:002019-11-04T09:20:26.461-08:00Giving of Thanks: Days 1-4 As time progresses, I appreciate more and more the national holiday of Thanksgiving. It can give me an opportunity to truly foster a grateful heart. I am a bit tardy, but wanted to once again take time to reflect upon the blessings given to me by God.<br />
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<b><u>DAY 1</u></b></div>
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I am grateful for my relationship with God! That my Lord Jesus Christ paid the cost to ransom me; gladly rescued me when I called out unto Him; and, has never abandoned, neglected, or disowned me (in spite of how I have treated Him)... How can I NOT love Him, and strive to glorify Him? Everything I experience, and as I receive blessing upon blessing-- I am left humbled that God would save, love, and use me. How He treats me makes me love Him even more. </div>
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I am thankful for my husband. Besides God, he knows me best...And, knowing me as he does, has also never left nor forsaken me. In fact, his love for me is one of the great wonders in my life. Over and over again, my husband pours himself into our marriage: always pointing me to our Saviour; praying for me/us; desiring to see our family glorify God... He truly is one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. </div>
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I am grateful for our li'l blessings! Where once we despaired of ever knowing the joys of being parents, now we are overwhelmed with awe that we have three babies! I find it difficult to convey just what these gifts mean to me: for so long my identity was that of a barren woman, that no longer being that woman truly is a miracle my mind simply cannot comprehend! So, I GLADLY rejoice that God would open my womb, and allow me the PRIVILEGE to display His power and grace!</div>
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I am learning to be thankful not only in the difficult, trying times, but also FOR them. It is during these times that I am shown God's power in ways that I would have not noticed, had things been easy. It is when I am living in the wilderness that my reliance upon Christ is indescribably necessary: there is no "American can-do," but rather a "Lord, I NEED You!" mentality. There is an intimacy I have with my Heavenly Father that is a most precious gift. It is during these times, too, that He reveals to me where my rough spots, flaws, sins, and the like, are: but, though He shows me all sorts of the ugly in me, He also shows me that He is more than capable and willing in refining me! So, though these times are HARD, they are FRUITFUL. </div>
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-60944193707390038782019-08-14T18:44:00.000-07:002019-08-14T19:04:35.276-07:00Why I Stay At Home and Homeschool For the longest time in my life, I never even considered homeschooling as an option for my future children. Like many, I would dream of the days of preparing my future children for kindergarten: that first bus ride; parent-teacher conferences; field trips...Pretty much, a 21st-century version of what I experienced as a youth. In fact, I barely envisioned a life for me staying at home, full-time. I imagined I would only be home when we had children; and, only while they were home. Once they were attending school, I would go back to the outside workforce. <br />
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Then, I started studying the Bible. My desires changed, as I began to hide God's word in my heart: allowing it to transform my mind. I started contemplating and observing things: things like child-rearing, careers, homemaking, education--anything that I thought touched upon our lives, hopes, and dreams. <br />
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My husband and I were in lockstep with these studies and new changes, thankfully. It was radical thinking, and living, for both of us. Yet, we wanted (and, still want) to have lives evidently transformed by Christ. <br />
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Thus, my leaving my secular career to focus on my home career. Though we were childless, I now had much free time at hand to prepare, educate, and practice. Learning invaluable homemaking skills (of which I am still learning and refining), pouring myself into various interests and Bible studies, and being available to lend a hand to those in need, quickly filled my life. <br />
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I am so grateful for that time, and those experiences. Undoubtedly, it all was preparatory. Today, I am unable to study and do all the things I once did. My life has changed. I am a blessed mother of children! They need my focus and energy. Those interests and studies are now on the backburner: to be dealt with when able. Yet, those skills I attained, the interests I pursued, the lessons I learned (figuratively and literally), are all still regularly applied.<br />
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We did not decide on my leaving the workforce for my sole benefit, though. My husband did not rapidly amass a great amount of wealth. It was not to fulfill a desire considered antiquated and novel. Rather, it was due to our desire to be obedient to what we saw in scripture; chiefly, Titus 2:3-5.<br />
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We decided to educate our family at home along the same premise: scripture. All throughout the Bible, you find the Lord instructing fathers to instruct their children (with the mothers at the right hand of the fathers in this endeavor). You see youth instructed to heed the instructions, counsels, and guidance of their parents. <br />
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(Due to the fact that there is a plethora of material available sharing the statistics comparing education at home to public school, with a wide array of other issues pertaining to that topic, I will refrain from adding that part to my post.)<br />
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Observationally, we noticed no significant difference in the socialization of or educational material available to those youth who were being homeschooled compared to their public-school counterparts. We did notice the freedom that those who homeschooled enjoyed. We also saw how personalized the education was for those at home. <br />
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Quite frankly, we enjoy having our children around us. Though there was a time when I would envision what it would be like to send off any future children to school, to think of such a thing, now, grieves my heart. They are so precious to me, and worth every bit of work asked of me to educate them: whether that be in shaping their character, practical life skills, or algebra. Doing so, with Christ as our Foundation, Head, and Motivation is key; and, knowing that He is all those things, is crucial. <br />
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There were Christian influences in my schools that I attended. However, to say that Christ was the Foundation, Head, and Motivation, would be ludicrous. Not only is the public school structure formatted in a God-less format, being surrounded by God-less peers during the most formative years, for the better part of the day, definitely has an impact upon a young, impressionable, and growing mind. <br />
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Is that to say that we are intimidated by other ways of thinking? No. However, what I am saying, is that we take our responsibility before the Lord for these children He gave us with the utmost sobriety: WE will give an account unto Him for their upbringing. Therefore, with the freedoms we have, we readily enjoy and embrace the opportunities to have them at home for their education. <br />
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We want to approach those unsavory aspects of life, opposing worldviews, sensitive and intimate topics, with godly wisdom. We cannot trust the current public educational system with that responsibility. We desire to teach those matters to our children when appropriate for them, and in doses they can handle. <br />
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No one will care for our children's whole well-being like we do. No one has the accountability like we do. No one loves them like we do. <br />
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Being blessed to be home, full-time, and educate our children at home, is a privilege not taken lightly. I know many mothers are in positions that necessitate them working outside the home, yet they long for the days to be home. There are many other mothers who can only dream of being able to have their children at home for their schooling (just watch a documentary series: "Most Dangerous Ways To School"). These are more reasons for me to appreciate and cultivate the opportunities I have as a keeper at home. <br />
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I am so very grateful for being a homemaker and homeschool mother. In no way do I feel as though I am missing out on life, but rather, I have an even more enriched and abundant life! There is no better place for me, than my home: with my loved ones, investing in their precious lives. <br />
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<br />Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-70056991238811303742019-08-10T19:18:00.000-07:002019-08-10T19:18:22.485-07:00How A Calzone Changed My Life Everyone enjoys a good meal. Sometimes, that meal, or a particular dish, really makes a pleasant impact on a person: so much so, that every time they smell it, see it, think about it, etc., it brings back fond memories. Today, I share one of my fond food memories:<br />
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<a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1DSoSEFgT9yiFoFTH0pwlMXXJj_eR05Bl/view?usp=drivesdk" target="_blank">How A Calzone Changed My Life </a></div>
Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-53256095333354990772019-06-13T03:53:00.000-07:002019-06-13T04:31:45.480-07:00A Woman's Authentic Identity<div style="text-align: center;">
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What will be my legacy?</div>
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Am I wasting my life?</div>
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-30949736966642852602019-06-10T14:54:00.000-07:002019-06-10T14:54:00.740-07:00Forgiveness We all have been in the position to either give or receive forgiveness. How do we handle those situations. Here's a perspective I have on that topic:<br />
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Miss Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535952156359172775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551997747594519341.post-74106281611401787372019-05-24T08:00:00.000-07:002019-05-24T08:00:08.914-07:00Loving Our Husbands: Through Prayer<div style="text-align: center;">
As one of the commands in Titus 2:3-5 is to love our husbands, I would like to take the opportunity to discuss one aspect of that act. So, in today's chat, I share my thoughts on the importance of <i style="font-weight: bold;">praying </i>for our husbands.</div>
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