<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858</id><updated>2011-10-10T21:00:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment For Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8663241550641747293</id><published>2011-08-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:18:54.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Grit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3555830486584455" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Alton used to have a guy in is circle of friends that he gave the nick-named of ''60-grit'' because, according to Al, &amp;nbsp;his personality was like coarse sandpaper and it rubbed him the wrong way. I think we all know some 60-grit people and dealing with them can be a challenge. But, as believers, we have to ask how Jesus would have us respond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Jesus said that the greatest commandment is for us to love God and love each other. And, he doesn’t let us off the hook when the others who surround us are very difficult to love. &amp;nbsp;In Matthew 5:43-45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Jesus says, &amp;nbsp;“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As Jesus stated in these verses, a key to dealing with difficult people is to pray for them. &amp;nbsp;When our minds start to “go there”, dwelling on all the ways we’ve been mistreated by a sandpaper person, we need to immediately turn those negative thoughts into a prayer...praying for peace with the situation and that God would intervene and provide reconciliation in the relationship. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8663241550641747293?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8663241550641747293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8663241550641747293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8663241550641747293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8663241550641747293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/60-grit.html' title='60 Grit'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4327622663112855341</id><published>2011-08-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:17:23.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts." ~ Unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday, I will get to remove an item from my so-called “Bucket List”. I am going to be a contestant on the Wheel of Fortune. And, whether I go home with big money or leave with the $1,000 consolation prize, I will at least have the peace that comes with knowing that I chased a dream far enough and long enough to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What dreams are you chasing today? If the Lord has put those things in your heart, they are there for a reason. Don’t let them go! There may be risk involved and there may be failure in the end. But, I truly believe it is better for your heart to go after something and fail then to never go after it at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4327622663112855341?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4327622663112855341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4327622663112855341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4327622663112855341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4327622663112855341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8570736994689831855</id><published>2011-08-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:17:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War Zone</title><content type='html'>It was an incredibly intense spring across the United States with a record number of tornadoes taking lives and destroying homes and business. The victims of these storms tend to use the same phrase to describe the damage, they say “It looks like a war zone!” Looking at the footage from these devastated areas, the analogy seems more than fitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the lives of many of my friends and family members, I see another kind of war zone. Broken homes, rebellious teens, bodies ravaged by disease and families in financial crisis are just some of the signs of another battle that is underway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us that there we are, indeed, in the middle of a spiritual war zone. Listen to these words from Ephesians 6:12-20, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to fear; however, because as believers, we have the promise of God’s power to fight these battles, “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.” (2 Corinthians 3-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if your life looks and feels like a war-zone today, cling to God for His strength and power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8570736994689831855?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8570736994689831855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8570736994689831855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8570736994689831855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8570736994689831855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/war-zone.html' title='War Zone'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6039547652882059849</id><published>2011-08-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:18:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>Thanks to ever-tightening luggage restrictions being enforced by the major airlines, I’ve learned how to pack a lot of stuff in a little space. I’ve actually developed a real appreciation of traveling with fewer bags. There’s freedom found in traveling light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, lots of us are weighed down by another kind of baggage…emotional baggage. Just like that poor guy trying to make his way through the airport with 3 or 4 heavy suitcases, emotional baggage makes our journey through life so much more difficult and strenuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that there is a kind Gentleman who wants to help us with our bags…he’s willing to take them from us, freeing us from our burden. His name is Jesus and here is what he has to say to those of us who are still carrying our own bags, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6039547652882059849?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6039547652882059849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6039547652882059849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6039547652882059849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6039547652882059849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3853167746782549543</id><published>2011-08-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:24:39.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Ye?</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes feel like NO ONE is listening to you? You’ve asked the kids to clean their room 3 times and it’s still a mess. Your husband completely forgot the date night you had been planning for months and instead bought tickets to the big game on what was supposed to be your special night. Your boss has, once again, overlooked you for that promotion even though you have expressed your interest in the position several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so frustrating to be ignored! But, take heart! There is someone listening, and that someone just so happens to be running the universe. God hears the longings of your heart, the groanings of your agony and the words from your mouth before they are ever even formed. You are not being ignored, in fact, the only one who really matters hears it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged today by Psalm 116:1-2, &lt;em&gt;“I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3853167746782549543?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3853167746782549543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3853167746782549543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3853167746782549543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3853167746782549543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/hear-ye.html' title='Hear Ye?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-600303790027397140</id><published>2011-08-15T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:34:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three More!</title><content type='html'>It was just a scrimmage, but all the boys on my son’s football team were anxious to get out on the field and show what they could do. Just a few plays into the game, on of the running backs on our team scored a touchdown. As soon as he could he looked up to the stands and yelled, “Hey dad! Did you see that? I got a touchdown!” His dad was beaming with pride and shouted back down to him, “That’s great, son! Now, go get three more!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all could use a little of that “three more” spirit. It’s a great feeling to experience success when we’re doing kingdom work. But, we can’t dwell there. Like that dad in the football stands, God is thrilled with our kingdom victories, but he knows that we are capable of so much more! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-600303790027397140?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/600303790027397140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=600303790027397140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/600303790027397140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/600303790027397140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-more.html' title='Three More!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5597760467228751516</id><published>2011-08-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:18:16.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immovable</title><content type='html'>My 14-year-old son has undergone quite a transition over the past few years. The cute, chubby little boy that lived in my house a couple of years ago has been replaced by a towering, muscular and extremely strong young man. That little guy who I used to easily pick up, wrestle with or playfully push around can now pick ME up! The other day he decided it would be funny to try and block me from getting into the kitchen. And, you know what? I couldn’t even get him to budge! It might as well have been a brick wall standing in my path! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cool when our faith begins to strengthen like my son’s physique. When we become Christians, many of us are easily swayed. Trials and troubles cause us to lose focus and knock us off balance. But, as time goes by, as we trust God instead of relying on ourselves, our faith develops. Before long, our feet are firmly planted in Him and we are not easily moved. We become living examples of these words from Psalm 16:8, “I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. “&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5597760467228751516?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5597760467228751516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5597760467228751516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5597760467228751516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5597760467228751516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/immovable.html' title='Immovable'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8520245607660830415</id><published>2011-08-08T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:47:42.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Take the Heat</title><content type='html'>It's hot...and I pretty much can’t take it any more! After sweating through a month of temps in the high 90’s, I can’t remember a summer when I was so ready for winter’s frosty return. Even though I can’t see it or feel it, I know that the season will change bringing relief in the form of cooler temperatures. And, that assurance is the only thing getting me through these blazing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing the season will change in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record, is a great, real-life example of what having faith is all about. Sometimes, our lives can be pretty uncomfortable, unbearable even. But, having faith means fully believing that God is in control, that things will get better and that a heavenly home awaits us, even in the midst of the pain. Even when we can’t feel or see God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we can cling to the promise of this long-term forecast found in Revelation 21:4 “‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8520245607660830415?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8520245607660830415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8520245607660830415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8520245607660830415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8520245607660830415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-cant-take-heat.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Take the Heat'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4072151891335979562</id><published>2011-08-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:44:35.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you tired?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the crazy schedules most of us keep, how could we NOT be tired?&amp;nbsp; Most of us are trying to balance work, family responsibilities, taking care of our homes, preparing meals, juggling our kids schedules and their needs, caring for sick or elderly family members, fitness and volunteering.&amp;nbsp; And, how many of us actually get the 7-9 hours of sleep we need each night.&amp;nbsp; No wonder so many of us are walking around somewhere between cranky and comatose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this hits a little too close to home, don't forget that you have a powerful remedy to exhaustion right at your fingertips (and, no, I'm not talking about Red Bull).&amp;nbsp; This is God's promise from Isaiah 40:29-31, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He gives strength to the weary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and increases the power of the weak. &lt;br /&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, &lt;br /&gt;and young men stumble and fall; &lt;br /&gt;but those who hope in the LORD &lt;br /&gt;will renew their strength. &lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;they will walk and not be faint."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4072151891335979562?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4072151891335979562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4072151891335979562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4072151891335979562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4072151891335979562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/yawn.html' title='YAWN!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6468591258096625319</id><published>2011-08-01T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:38:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog Light</title><content type='html'>There was a heavy fog on my way into work this morning. With the help of my car’s headlights I was able to see just the road in front of me, but no further. As I looked at the little bit of road I could actually see this morning, it reminded me of this verse from Psalm 119 (105) “Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.”&lt;br /&gt;Life is kind of like the foggy road I was driving on this morning. We travel through it not really knowing what the future holds. We can guess, plan and hope, but only God knows. But, what God does give us is his word, to illuminate the path just ahead of us. He wants us to trust him with the future and rely on Him to guide each step we take in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6468591258096625319?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6468591258096625319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6468591258096625319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6468591258096625319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6468591258096625319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/08/fog-light.html' title='Fog Light'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5019873699118027850</id><published>2011-07-25T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:33:04.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What Jesus Told Us to Do?</title><content type='html'>I recently read a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jim-Casper-Church-Conversation-Well-Meaning/dp/1414313314"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim and Casper go to Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Jim is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian who has also worked as a pastor and church planter. He is&lt;br /&gt;curious about what outsiders think of the church and the way we express our faith, &lt;br /&gt;hoping that this insight will help him find new ways to reach the un-churched. &lt;br /&gt;So, he hires Casper who is an atheist to travel across the country visiting ten churches&lt;br /&gt;of different sizes, shapes and styles. After visiting each church, Casper has&lt;br /&gt;the same question, “Jim, is this what Jesus told you guys to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question has stuck with me. When I observe the many expressions&lt;br /&gt;of our Christian faith today, I can’t help but ask myself the same question.&lt;br /&gt;For example, the largest Christian church in all of Latin-America is in&lt;br /&gt;Guatemala city. At over 1.2 million square feet, the enormous and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;facility stands in stark contrast to the poverty that surrounds it. As I drove&lt;br /&gt;past it this summer while serving on a mission trip in Guatemala, I heard&lt;br /&gt;the question loudly being asked in my head, “Is this what Jesus told you&lt;br /&gt;guys to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Are Christians today are doing the things Jesus told us&lt;br /&gt;to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5019873699118027850?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5019873699118027850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5019873699118027850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5019873699118027850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5019873699118027850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-this-what-jesus-told-us-to-do.html' title='Is This What Jesus Told Us to Do?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1473946734914655115</id><published>2011-07-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:10:33.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Indeed</title><content type='html'>Across America, we’re celebrating Independence Day, a day set apart to revel in the freedom we have as residents of the US. As Christians, we have another kind of freedom to celebrate, our freedom in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament we find many verses about this freedom, here are just a few… &lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:1 “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”&lt;br /&gt;John 8:32 Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;John 8:36 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we can rest assured that our faith in Jesus has set us free, but from what?&lt;br /&gt;When we become a Christian by first acknowledging that we have sinned and then accepting Jesus’ sacrifice as the punishment for those sins, then we are free. Free from&amp;nbsp;slavery&amp;nbsp;to a&amp;nbsp;system of laws and free from the eternal consequences of sin. Free Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1473946734914655115?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1473946734914655115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1473946734914655115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1473946734914655115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1473946734914655115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-indeed.html' title='Free Indeed'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4831564584133781128</id><published>2011-06-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:19:54.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Not long I came across a line in one of Rick Steve’s travel guides that has caused me to think hard about my place in this world. If you watch much public TV, you know Rick…he’s the guy that does all of the European Travel shows. How do you get that job???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rick was talking about how to best tour a new land and his advice was to enjoy the country more like a local than a tourist. He recommends getting out of the really touristy areas to experience how people actually live. Rick believes that travel can make you a happier American and citizen of the world, because it brings to our attention that we are just one of the nearly 6 billion equally important people who live on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa…how’s that for perspective? I am one of 6 billion equally important people. Remember, I am an only child, so this is a very hard pill to swallow. But, Rick is right. While it is true that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and that God knows the number of hairs on my head, it’s also true that he knows and loves hundreds of millions of other people just as intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either I am far less important than I’d like to think, or everyone else is far more important. I believe it’s the latter. Jesus confirmed this when he said “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. 'This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself. To love someone else as yourself means you accept them as equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to join me in taking some time today think about your perspective about the importance of others. Ask God to help you to see others through His eyes, each person as an equally important individual created and called by the King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4831564584133781128?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4831564584133781128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4831564584133781128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4831564584133781128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4831564584133781128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimme-your-eyes.html' title='Gimme Your Eyes'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6510362809227471471</id><published>2011-06-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:12:58.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluent in Faith</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my 7th Grade Spanish teacher and 3 trips to Guatemala, I’ve picked up a little Spanish. On my most recent trip, I found I had picked up just enough Spanish to almost engage in a conversation with someone, but then had nowhere to go because of the language barrier. It was SO FRUSTRATING!!! I’m a talker, I majored in Communication and talking is what I do for a living. So, for me, only being able to have shallow chats with people and not having the words to go deeper was really stifling. Fortunately, the Guatemalans I found myself in this position with were very gracious. They seemed to appreciate that I was at least trying to speak their language, even though my heart to communicate far exceeded my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel the same way when I get into conversations with people about my faith. I know enough about what I believe and the Bible to start a conversation with people, but once we go deeper, I sometimes struggle to find the words to articulate why I believe what I believe. Has this ever happened to you? There are a plethora of books and websites that can help you find the words you need to have conversations about your faith. Josh McDowell’s website, Josh.org is a good place to start. New Christians and long-time Christ followers alike could probably all benefit from a lesson in apologetics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have met many Christians who are extremely well educated in theology, doctrine and the Bible, but seem to lack the compassion and love in necessary to communicate that knowledge in a way that others are receptive to. In 1Corinthians 13 Paul emphasizes the importance of love in our communication with others, saying, “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul reiterates the point that the language of our faith is a language of love. We can have the words and the ability, but it is love that allows the message to penetrate other’s hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6510362809227471471?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6510362809227471471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6510362809227471471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6510362809227471471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6510362809227471471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/11/fluent-in-faith.html' title='Fluent in Faith'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-75788915418888359</id><published>2011-06-30T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:58:42.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies &amp; Moths</title><content type='html'>On a recent trip to Guatemala, I developed a new appreciation for moths. This happened as an unintended consequence of my roommates and I leaving the bathroom light on at night. Each morning, the room was inhabited by a new collection of these winged insects. They came in an enormous variety of colors, patterns, shapes and sizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moths really are amazing creatures, but they’re the Rodney Dangerfield of the insect world…they get no respect! Instead, their first cousin, the butterfly, gets all the notoriety. Even though there are moths that rival the beauty of any butterfly, you never hear of anyone releasing moths at their wedding. There’s a butterfly farm in Greensboro where you can go see butterflies in various stages of development from caterpillar to chrysalis to adult butterfly. You can even feed the butterflies there and have them land on your hand. You’d never find a similar attraction for the lowly moth. Many little girls have rooms decorated from top to bottom with butterflies. A moth found in a little girl’s room will most likely get swatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we may value the butterfly more than the moth, even though they are basically the same insect, we also tend to value some people more than others. Can you think of the butterflies and moths in your life? Are there certain people or groups of people that you value and respect more than others? Is that perspective in line with the example given to us by Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when Jesus walked the earth, he spent his time ministering to the people that could be classified as the “moths” of society. He spent his time loving and sharing the good news with prostitutes, tax collectors, fishermen and thieves. He avoided the people who enjoyed an undeserved place of prestige in society. He also calls us as His followers to the same standard, challenging our value system by reminding us that when we serve the “least of these” we serve Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-75788915418888359?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/75788915418888359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=75788915418888359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/75788915418888359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/75788915418888359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/07/butterflies-moths.html' title='Butterflies &amp; Moths'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5876662353451524559</id><published>2011-06-30T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:41:53.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Fruity Christian?</title><content type='html'>For me, nothing beats a ‘mater sammich in the summer time. In my book, the perfect recipe for this dog-day delight includes a big, juicy home grown tomato, Hellman’s Mayo, a slice of American Cheese and a couple of pieces of Wonder Bread. The tomato must be home grown. The best ones are still warm from the summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever successfully grow any tomatoes at my own home. Alton and I have tried year after year with no success. This year, I even let him put the scruffy looking plants in our front yard, the only location that gets the kind of full sun that tomatoes require. We’ve been so faithful about watering and feeding the plants. I was excited when I saw lots of buds and then little green tomatoes starting to develop, thinking our dedication was finally paying off. However, it appears that some kind of critter, maybe a bunny or a chipmunk, is getting to the nearly-ripened ones before we can. It’s so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can kind of understand how Jesus must have felt in Matthew when he was hungry and was hoping to snag a snack off a fig tree, only to find the tree bore no fruit. I’m guessing Jesus was more that a tad irritated when he said to the tree, “May you never bear fruit again!" causing the tree to immediately wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there’s a lot more meaning to this story than a hungry Jesus and a barren fruit tree. As Christians, we are meant to bear fruit. While bearing fruit is not a requirement for our salvation, it is an outward sign of the Holy Spirit that now dwells within us. In Matthew 7, when Jesus is teaching the disciples how to identify real from false prophets, he said, “By their fruit you will recognize them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus hungers for fruit in our lives. He longs to see us allow the Holy Spirit to take over our hearts and minds enabling us to do great things for the glory of God. Ask yourself this question, if you were a fig tree like the one mentioned in the Gospels, would Jesus easily find fruit among your leaves? If you’re a little embarrassed by your bare branches, ask God for help. Ask Him to help you weed out the things that might be stunting your growth and to direct you down paths that lead to fruitfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5876662353451524559?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5876662353451524559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5876662353451524559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5876662353451524559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5876662353451524559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-fruity-christian.html' title='Are You a Fruity Christian?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1010989183401941925</id><published>2011-06-29T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:11:19.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Jesus</title><content type='html'>My daughter Carley and I are leaving this Friday for a week in Guatemala to serve on a Caroline’s Promise mission team. I am super excited to share this experience with her! There are lots of great reasons to bring your child on a mission trip: they get to experience other cultures, they’ll hopefully gain a new appreciation of their own life, they will learn how to be more flexible, not to mention the incredible opportunity you’ll have to bond with your child while on your adventure. But the best reason I can think of to take your child on a mission trip (as soon as they’re mature enough), is that by doing so, you are giving him or her a chance to meet Jesus in person.&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 25 (35 &amp;amp; 40), Jesus tells his disciples, “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me”...”Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be intentional about providing our children with opportunities to encounter Jesus among the least of these. You don’t have to travel internationally to do it, there are plenty of opportunities right here in our community! Just pray about where God would like you to serve and I promise, opportunities will present themselves. &lt;br /&gt;What are your suggestions about places to serve Christ with your kids? Please, share them with me by email, &lt;a href="mailto:tami@wbfj.fm"&gt;tami@wbfj.fm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1010989183401941925?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1010989183401941925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1010989183401941925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1010989183401941925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1010989183401941925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/meeting-jesus.html' title='Meeting Jesus'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4522694497210530934</id><published>2011-06-21T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:09:06.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Heir to Eternity</title><content type='html'>Did you hear about the homeless guy from Utah who recently found out that his wealthy brother had passed away and left him a huge inheritance? For several months, this man walked around with no home, pushing all of his possessions around in a shopping cart without knowing his true worth. How many people spend their whole lives walking around poor in spirit because they do not know about the inheritance that awaits them? Through Jesus, we all are entitled to the spiritual riches bequeathed to us as children of the King. Yet, not everyone lives in this truth. Some are still clinging to the ratty things that this world has to offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, let’s choose to live in this truth found in 1 Peter (1:3-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is by his great mercy that we have been born again, because God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation, 4 and we have a priceless inheritance—an inheritance that is kept in heaven for you, pure and undefiled, beyond the reach of change and decay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4522694497210530934?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4522694497210530934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4522694497210530934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4522694497210530934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4522694497210530934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-heir-to-eternity.html' title='From Heir to Eternity'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7865496756990684375</id><published>2011-06-20T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:57:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrill Ride</title><content type='html'>I’ll never forget the first time my husband took our, then, young son Andrew on a real roller coaster. It was about 2.5 seconds into that ride when my husband had the panic attack. It wasn’t because the ride scared him…but when he looked over at our young son, Alton began to wonder if Andrew was really big enough for the ride. Was he actually secured in his harness? Could he fall out? By the time the ride was over, my poor husband was so weak in the knees that he had to sit down for a few minutes just to compose himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, on the other hand was ready to do it again. And, once he realized that he and his son were safe and that he could trust the harness system on the ride, Alton was ready to ride again, too. &lt;br /&gt;Like a roller coaster, life can be crazy, filled with ups, downs and moments of anticipation, acceleration and exhilaration. Fortunately, we’ve been given a safety harness to help us stay calm, even when life isn’t. In Matthew 11:29, Jesus offers this invitation, “Place my yoke over your shoulders, and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble. Then you will find rest for yourselves.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7865496756990684375?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7865496756990684375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7865496756990684375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7865496756990684375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7865496756990684375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/thrill-ride.html' title='Thrill Ride'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4258274137924223836</id><published>2011-06-17T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:13:33.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavish Them With Love!</title><content type='html'>My dad was pretty typical of the men of his generation. He was not very open about his feelings and emotions. I knew he loved me, but somewhere in the back of my mind I always questioned if he liked me. At my father’s funeral I was shocked as co-worker after co-worker shared with me that my Dad regularly talked about me at his workplace. They said he was so proud of me. I was shocked! I really had no idea that he felt that way. &lt;br /&gt;Dads, please don’t let this be your story. There is an ever-growing body of evidence that shows that a close relationship with ones father is a predictor of future success in life. And, I’ve spoken to many people, women in particular, who did not have a close relationship with their father and now struggle to understand their relationship with their heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is fleeting. Don’t assume that your kids know you love them and are proud of them. Take time to lavish love and praise on your children every day…starting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4258274137924223836?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4258274137924223836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4258274137924223836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4258274137924223836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4258274137924223836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/lavish-them-with-love.html' title='Lavish Them With Love!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1748338391515115117</id><published>2011-06-16T04:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:39:18.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than I Can Handle</title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 10:13 may be one of the most misquoted verses in scripture. I’ve heard it and also said it like this, “God won’t give you more than you can handle”.&amp;nbsp; But the verse actually says, “No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we mistakenly say that God won’t give us more than we can handle, we create an image of a deity who sits in heaven meting out misery, stopping just before we hit our breaking point. Do we really believe that’s the kind of God we serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it far more in line with God’s character to believe that we suffer trials because we live in a fallen world? And, because he is our Father God, who loves us and provides for us, he offers us his strength and his power to help us cope with these tough times. Instead of not giving us more than we can handle, he actually gives us the strength we need to handle the difficulties that go along with living in a fallen world. We can call on him to give us strength to endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1748338391515115117?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1748338391515115117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1748338391515115117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1748338391515115117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1748338391515115117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-than-i-can-handle.html' title='More Than I Can Handle'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2731079092952857379</id><published>2011-06-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:51:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness, Grace and Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’ve been struggling lately with an unforgiving spirit towards someone. I’ve committed the issue to prayer and asked the Lord to help me work this out. And, while I long for a more forgiving spirit, when I compare my heart to God’s I realize how totally inadequate my ways truly are. How can I ever come even close to offering the kind of grace God freely gives each of us? Here’s what it says in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalms &lt;em&gt;(103:6-18 MSG)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God makes everything come out right; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he puts victims back on their feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He showed Moses how he went about his work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;opened up his plans to all Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God is sheer mercy and grace; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;not easily angered, he's rich in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He doesn't endlessly nag and scold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nor hold grudges forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He doesn't treat us as our sins deserve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As high as heaven is over the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so strong is his love to those who fear him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And as far as sunrise is from sunset, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he has separated us from our sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As parents feel for their children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God feels for those who fear him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He knows us inside and out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;keeps in mind that we're made of mud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Men and women don't live very long; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;like wildflowers they spring up and blossom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But a storm snuffs them out just as quickly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;leaving nothing to show they were here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God's love, though, is ever and always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eternally present to all who fear him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Making everything right for them and their children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as they follow his Covenant ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and remember to do whatever he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let’s take time to thank God today for the mercy and grace that he continues to show us. Let’s also ask Him to grow in us a spirit of forgiveness so we can be a better reflection of his love in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2731079092952857379?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2731079092952857379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2731079092952857379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2731079092952857379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2731079092952857379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgiveness-grace-and-mercy.html' title='Forgiveness, Grace and Mercy'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-415050676733611272</id><published>2011-06-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:19:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5271813671570271" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I just returned from a long weekend at the beach with a friend. &amp;nbsp;This is something I haven’t done in ages, and it was so refreshing to be responsible for no one other than myself for a few days! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I did feel a little guilty taking off for the weekend and leaving my hubby and kids home to fend for themselves, especially when I found out that my youngest daughter started running a fever just a few hours after I left. &amp;nbsp;But, the truth is, I have come back a better mother and a better wife after having a few days to recuperate. &amp;nbsp;And, everyone on the home front survived and I think my husband has a new appreciation of what I do every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We all need a break sometimes and that is nothing to be ashamed of. Jesus modeled this for us by regularly taking time away from everything to rest and have time alone with the Father. &amp;nbsp;The Lord modeled rest on the seventh day of creation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Taking time to rest is not selfish, in fact it is one of the best things you can do to be a better servant! &amp;nbsp;Think of the instructions a flight attendant gives on a plane about the oxygen masks. &amp;nbsp;We’re told to put the masks on ourselves first and then on any children we are travelling with. &amp;nbsp;This is because if we don’t give ourselves the oxygen first, we may pass out before we can give it to our children. &amp;nbsp;Taking care of ourselves first does not come naturally, but it is necessary. Schedule some rest for yourself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-415050676733611272?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/415050676733611272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=415050676733611272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/415050676733611272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/415050676733611272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7458283799014241828</id><published>2011-06-07T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:18:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.1907010213471949" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I’ve never had an actual near death experience, but I came close once on a hike with my family up Hanging Rock. &amp;nbsp;I didn’t realize how tough the steep, 3 mile hike was going to be and there were several points on the hike that I really didn’t think I would make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My struggle to climb that mountain is a good reminder of what happens when we haven’t been conditioning our spiritual muscles and we come up against a difficult situation in our lives. &amp;nbsp;When molehills begin to feel like mountains it doesn’t take long for me to realize that I haven’t been spending enough time with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;In the fourth chapter of 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 8.4pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; Timothy, Paul writes a lot about the importance of spiritual conditioning, saying: “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Let’s pray today that God will help us find the time and motivation to spend time daily with Him so that our spiritual muscles will be in good enough shape to handle whatever challenges come our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7458283799014241828?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7458283799014241828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7458283799014241828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7458283799014241828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7458283799014241828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/06/mountain-climbing.html' title='Mountain Climbing'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5183662624546060309</id><published>2011-06-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T07:39:31.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Marta</title><content type='html'>On one of my trips to Guatemala, I met a precious lady named Marta and her adorable little girl, Claudia. Marta, like many single mothers in Guatemala, lives well below the poverty line. Her home, which she rents from her brother, is really just a one-room shack with a dirt floor, leaky roof and no toilet. If she needs to use the bathroom, she can use her brother’s, as long as she PAYS him! Her brother treats her very badly. He claims that he is angry with her for having a baby outside of marriage. He’s taken it upon himself to judge and punish her for her sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but be angry with her brother. There is so much he could do for her to help her out…fix up the house, offer her some food, install a toilet, or at least let her use his for free. But this supposedly “very religious” man looks with disdain upon his sister and refuses to give her and her child any help at all. So, she continues to struggle every day just to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in a lot of ways, I am just like Marta’s brother. When I see people going through a hard time, I often find myself looking for what it was that they did to bring on their problems. Maybe if I can figure out where they are at fault then I am somehow relieved of the obligation to get involved, because, after all, they brought it on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure Jesus is too thrilled with this judgmental and self righteous line of thinking. I can’t think of one scripture where Jesus tells us to feed the hungry, clothe the naked and give water to the thirsty UNLESS they are sinners who created their own misery. Actually, it was exactly these kinds of people whom Jesus seemed to spend the most time with! Take a few minutes to read John 4 and the story of the Samaritan woman that Jesus encountered at the well. Here was a woman who had been married 5 times and was currently involved in an illicit relationship with a man who she was not married to. Yet, without ignoring her sin, Jesus still showed her love, treated her with kindness and offered her a sip of His living water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray today for hearts that are filled with grace and that a judgmental spirit never gets in the way of our compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5183662624546060309?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5183662624546060309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5183662624546060309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5183662624546060309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5183662624546060309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-one-of-my-trips-to-guatemala-i-met.html' title='Sister Marta'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-9202684446200281500</id><published>2011-06-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:54:44.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friends, I am so happy that this day has finally come! &amp;nbsp;You see, for several years I have been trying to compile a collection of some of my "Moment for Mom" devotions into a book. &amp;nbsp;Since I have been working on this whenever I could find a few spare hours, and since spare time is something that is almost non-existent for me, this has taken much longer than I expected! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The book, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A Month of Sundays: 30 Days of Reflection and Inspiration"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is finally a reality. &amp;nbsp;Praise God! &amp;nbsp;It is a collection of some of my favorite "Moment for Mom" devotions, thirty of them to be exact. &amp;nbsp; In addition to the devotional that you'd normally read here on the blog or hear on WBFJ, the book also includes a special prayer and some thought provoking questions to go along with each devotion. &amp;nbsp;I also have included several journal pages where you can add your own thoughts, prayers and reflections. &amp;nbsp;I hope that you will find each day's devotion to be like a mini-sermon, giving you something to think about and deepen your relationship with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The interesting thing is that, even though I did not select the devotions for this collection with any theme in mind, one has definitely emerged. &amp;nbsp;Many of the devotions in this book, although each unique in its own right, seem to center around staying faithful, focused and encouraged, even during life's difficulties. &amp;nbsp;I don't believe it to be a coincidence that this is the theme that has emerged. &amp;nbsp;Even though these devotionals were written over the past five years or so, the past year has been a very difficult one for me. &amp;nbsp;So, I believe that God is pointing out to me that he was preparing me for the trials I would face in my life far in advance, by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;giving me these words long before I would fully understand their meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am selling the books for &lt;b&gt;$18.00 each &lt;/b&gt;(+ $2.00 shipping/handling for online orders). Currently, the profit is going towards offsetting the high cost of printing. &amp;nbsp;As soon as that is covered, my intention is to use the proceeds of the book towards mission trip expenses and other charitable causes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can order a copy right here. &amp;nbsp;Simply click the button below and you'll be directed to Paypal where you can securely complete your transaction using any major credit/debit card or your Paypal account. &amp;nbsp;You do not need to have a Paypal account...simply choose to complete your transaction as a guest when you get the Paypal website. &amp;nbsp;Your order will ship via USPS within 48 hours of reciept of payment. &amp;nbsp;Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="cmd" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="hosted_button_id" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" border="0" name="submit" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_US/i/btn/btn_buynowCC_LG.gif" type="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1px" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1px" /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayyG2y-FtZg/Tcb1UOmiKHI/AAAAAAAALNg/X5NDnV1KSzg/s400/DSCF6194.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Peek Inside&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUJW-rbLNws/Tcch3cfnqkI/AAAAAAAALN8/0JhQLpNpptw/s1600/DSCF6177-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUJW-rbLNws/Tcch3cfnqkI/AAAAAAAALN8/0JhQLpNpptw/s400/DSCF6177-1.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Table of Contents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-9202684446200281500?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/9202684446200281500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=9202684446200281500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9202684446200281500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9202684446200281500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/05/month-of-sundays.html' title='A Month of Sundays'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMUXxninpos/Tcb1UMCbzPI/AAAAAAAALNo/vLrm-bz79XQ/s72-c/DSCF6163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2404895455207976825</id><published>2011-05-12T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:30:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About TV Dinners</title><content type='html'>I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth – Revelation 3:15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m in the kitchen at work warming up today’s frozen entrée for lunch. Todays offering is Lasagna Florentine…a “rich, five layer lasagna, with ricotta cheese, zucchini and spinach”, the box boasts. A highlighted section of the package tells me with great excitement, “Now with Garden-Style Marinara Sauce!” The photo on the cover looks like a dish I might be served at our neighborhood Italian restaurant. And, momentarily, I believe that the lunch I’ll be eating at my desk today is gonna be good….real good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I snap back into reality and realize that this is a $2.00 TV dinner ($1.50 with coupon) and despite the skillful wording and lovely photography on the box, I’m still going to be eating food that has been in a cryogenic state for an unknown number of months (or years). As I peel back the plastic film and take my first bite, my disappointment is confirmed. No, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever eaten but it isn’t “A Good Thing” as Martha would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m chewing the last bite of an elastic noodle, God reminds me that my TV Dinner disappointment is kind of like the times that I’ve let Him down with my worship. I think about those Sunday mornings when I rush around trying to get myself and everyone ready, putting the girls in their pretty dresses so they’ll look nice for church. Husband Alton trims his beard, son Andrew cleans behind his ears, and I, sometimes, even manage to get some make-up on. We pile into the van, pull into the parking lot and head into church…even managing to smile and wave at the folks we pass by on the way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I, in all my “Sunday Morning Packaging”, step into the sanctuary to worship God. And, even though all the right words are coming out of my mouth, what’s on the inside doesn’t live up to the picture on the outside. I’m distracted, looking around at others, thinking about how bad someone’s singing is and quietly cracking an occasional joke to my husband. My worship, if you can even call it that, has an “off flavor”, it is mushy, flavorless and still partially frozen. Not exactly what you could call a fragrant offering, now is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve decided that he next time I find myself in church mindlessly singing along to the music and nodding my head at the preacher, I’m going to ask myself this question, “Am I offering God a TV Dinner or a gourmet meal?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2404895455207976825?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2404895455207976825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2404895455207976825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2404895455207976825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2404895455207976825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/05/thing-about-tv-dinners.html' title='The Thing About TV Dinners'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6212654435262543401</id><published>2011-04-13T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:31:30.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>Now that the kids are back in school, like many moms, I've resumed my regular workouts. Things are going pretty well, but once again, I'm dealing with muscles that are screaming out in protest over their new work schedule. However, I'm trying hard to push through the pain because I know from experience that in a week or two things wil improve and I'll feel stronger and more energized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research online about the cause of muscle soreness after a workout. I learned that when we exercise we lengthen and contract our muscles. In the lengthening phase, we create tiny tears in our muscle fibers which result in the soreness that appears a day or two after each workout, especially for those starting a new exercise routine. It is through this process that our muscles adapt and strengthen, becoming better prepared for the next time they have a task to perform. Now that I know the soreness is actually a sign that my muscles are getting stronger, I don't mind it as much. In fact, I hope to be a little sore after each work out, that way I know it was effective. After all, I probably won't see the results of all this hard work for a few more weeks, so feeling the results right away is encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is often a part of a strengthening process in our lives, isn't it? Spiritual and emotional growth rarely happen during the peaceful times in our lives when everything is going well. Unfortunately, periods of great growth usually happen during times of great trial. These are the times when our spiritual, emotional and mental "muscles" are tested, torn and ultimately strengthened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it may not feel like it, God is closest to us in these painful seasons. Psalm 34:18 assures us that "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." And, in Isaiah 40:29-31 we find the encouragement that after the pain comes a time of renewal and increased strength, "He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6212654435262543401?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6212654435262543401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6212654435262543401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6212654435262543401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6212654435262543401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8907857867273050707</id><published>2011-04-12T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:33:08.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Messages</title><content type='html'>Check out the following story recently emailed to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was a blind man sitting on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet and a sign that read: "I am blind, please help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative publicist was walking by and stopped to observe. He saw that the blind man had only a few coins in his hat. He dropped in more coins and, without asking for permission, took the sign and rewrote it. He returned the sign to the blind man and left. That afternoon the publicist returned to the blind man and noticed that his hat was full of bills and coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man recognized his footsteps and asked if it was he who had rewritten his sign and wanted to know what he had written on it. The publicist responded, "Nothing that was not true. I just wrote the message a little differently." He smiled and went on his way, knowing that now the sign read, "Today is Spring and I cannot see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reminds me that, often, our needs are not met because we’re not communicating them effectively. This is especially true when it comes to our close relationships. Is there someone important in your life who, you feel, consistently ignores your needs and feelings? Maybe it’s time to take a hard look at the way you are expressing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One classic conflict resolution model is the I-Statement. It goes something like this: "When you _________, I feel __________, because __________, so what I would like is __________________." For example, if your spouse keeps leaving dirty clothes on the floor…instead of yelling or nagging, try this: When you leave your dirty clothes on the floor, I feel taken advantage of, because I work hard to keep the house clean all week. So, what I would like is for you to use the hamper instead of the floor from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem simple, but it really works! Just by changing your tone and your words the same message may be heard in a whole new way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8907857867273050707?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8907857867273050707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8907857867273050707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8907857867273050707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8907857867273050707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed-messages.html' title='Mixed Messages'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5994659613896514762</id><published>2011-04-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:27:58.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>Recently, another class of men and women graduated from the Triad Community Kitchen Cooking School. The students in this free, 10-week culinary training program, are folks who, for whatever reason, have been unable to find and keep gainful employment. Some of the students are even homeless. Classes are led by Chef Jeff Bacon. He provides the students with the education and training they need to be ready to work in the food service and hospitality industries upon graduation from the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something even greater than cooking skills and job readiness that Chef Jeff offers his students. The greatest gift he offers them comes in the form of a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each man and woman in Jeff’s class has a past that includes tough times. They have each overcome some pretty big bumps in the road. But, at Triad Community Kitchen, the focus is not on what’s in the rearview mirror, it’s on what lies ahead. And, each graduating class is comprised of people who had the courage and motivation to make a u-turn in order to follow a new path that leads to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you relate to these students? When you look back do you cringe at what you see? When you look ahead, do you see a new beginning or do endless miles of the same unproductive, painful path lie ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows your past. He knows the worst thing you have ever done. And, that’s what makes his gift so amazing. Listen to this passage from the 5th Chapter of Romans: “8 But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. 9 And since we have been made right in God’s sight by the blood of Christ, he will certainly save us from God’s condemnation. 10 For since our friendship with God was restored by the death of his Son while we were still his enemies, we will certainly be saved through the life of his Son. 11 So now we can rejoice in our wonderful new relationship with God because our Lord Jesus Christ has made us friends of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t accepted His offer yet, what are you waiting for? Jesus stands ready with a clean slate and a new beginning. Hand your life over to him today, ask him to forgive your sins, and experience the freedom that only comes with grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5994659613896514762?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5994659613896514762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5994659613896514762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5994659613896514762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5994659613896514762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/06/clean-slate.html' title='A Clean Slate'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-9048322370836842011</id><published>2011-04-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:30:21.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tending Sheep</title><content type='html'>Just weeks before I took my first mission trip to Guatemala, some friends of mine who had been trying for quite some time to adopt finally got the news that they had been waiting for…they were matched with a newborn baby girl. God’s timing was so perfect! I, along with another friend of theirs, would soon be traveling to the children’s home where she was placed and we would be able to meet and hold their new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time there were close to 60 children living at the home. While I tried to give attention to each of them in the limited time that we had there, I made a point to give extra attention to the baby my friends were adopting. I held her as much as possible and took lots of pictures. After all, I had a special connection to her, I knew her parents. I also knew that when I came back from my trip, these parents would want to know about every moment I spent with their baby. I wanted to be able to tell them that I had given her the best care that I possibly could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we all want to know that our children are treated well in our absence. Similarly, I really believe that some day, when we stand before God, He will ask us how we treated His children. Did we take time to love each other, provide for each other’s needs and answer each other’s cries for help? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the exchange between Jesus and Peter recorded in the Book of John. Jesus asks Peter three separate times if Peter loves him. Each time, Peter replies, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you”. Jesus responds first by saying “Feed my lambs”, then “"Take care of my sheep” and finally by again telling Peter, “Feed my sheep”. Jesus makes it clear that he expects us as his disciples to care for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, loving this baby that my friends were adopting was easy, she was precious. However, each day, we encounter lots of people, and some folks can be difficult to love. However, when we take time to consider that we know and love their Father and He has asked us to treat his children well, we’re given a new perspective and motivation to love and care for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-9048322370836842011?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/9048322370836842011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=9048322370836842011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9048322370836842011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9048322370836842011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/05/tending-sheep.html' title='Tending Sheep'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3963222507063102933</id><published>2011-04-04T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:44:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Won't Hurt</title><content type='html'>The sign in the cookie stand at Subway looked innocent enough. It read, “Just one won’t hurt.” I was waiting in line to pay for the sensible, nutritious salad I had just ordered when those 4 little words caught my eye and nearly convinced me to buy a cookie. But then I realized that the “Just one won’t hurt” mentality is the cause of my being overweight! In actuality, the path to destruction is laid with statements like, “Just one won’t hurt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Lewis was definitely on to something when he said, “Good and evil both increase at compound interest. That is why the little decisions you and I make every day are of such infinite importance.” Now, obviously, one cookie is not a bad thing. But the destructive things we do rarely happen after just one bad choice. No, it’s usually a chain of bad choices…just one cookie, just one drink, just one impure thought, just one little lie, just one item purchased on the credit card. Those just ones rarely stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we break free from these bad choices? Listen to this advice from 2 Corinthians 10:4-5, “The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 5We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the “Just one more’s” have brought you to an unhappy place in your life, take comfort in knowing that God is ready to supply you with the power you need to break the chains that bind you. Ask him for forgiveness for the bad decisions you’ve made and for the strength and will to choose the right things in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3963222507063102933?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3963222507063102933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3963222507063102933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3963222507063102933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3963222507063102933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-one-wont-hurt.html' title='Just One Won&apos;t Hurt'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2851040093964990620</id><published>2011-04-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:30:45.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Weather</title><content type='html'>The news story read like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The center of the Tropical Storm has barely moved in the last several hours. That has meant a lot of flooding rains with some areas getting as much as 25 inches and more is expected.” Think about the poor folks experiencing this deluge, caused by a storm system stalling out over there area. They must have wondered if the rain would ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life can feel that way. We all experience times when stormy weather sets in and after a while you feel certain it’s here to stay. Pain, discouragement, tragedy and loss come pouring down in buckets and you can’t understand why God doesn’t just make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;These are the times that our faith is tried and tested the most. We cry out to God, wanting to know why he is allowing our pain. We want answers but all we get is more rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are feeling this way right now. I can’t offer you answers, but perhaps I can offer you some hope. This will not last forever. Just like the Tropical Storm in the news story mentioned earlier, your storm will move on. You may be left with some floodwaters and a mess to clean up, but you will get to a place where the rain stops and you can move forward with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time it’s essential that you cling to God with the assurance that he has not forgotten or forsaken you. Consider these words from Psalm 37: (7 &amp;amp; 28) “Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him…” and " For the LORD loves the just, and will not forsake his faithful ones. They will be protected forever…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises to offer you peace and strength. Take him on his Word. Listen to these verses from 2 Corinthians (9&amp;amp;10), "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2851040093964990620?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2851040093964990620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2851040093964990620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2851040093964990620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2851040093964990620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/08/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8207447591522490971</id><published>2011-04-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:31:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched someone with multiple pieces of obviously heavy pieces of luggage trying to make their way through the airport? It’s quite a sight, isn’t it? Maybe you’ve even been that person before…questioning whether or not you really needed to pack 3 different outfits and 2 pairs of shoes for each day of your trip. PBS travel Guru, Rick Steve’s advises travelers to pack just one carry-on suitcase for a trip. That seems a little far to the other extreme. I don’t think I could pack everything I need for a weekend at the beach in one carry-on sized bag, never mind a 2 week trip to Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, lots of us are weighed down by another kind of baggage…emotional baggage. Just like that poor guy trying to make his way through the airport with 3 or 4 heavy suitcases, emotional baggage makes our journey through life so much more difficult and strenuous. It trips us up, weighs us down and just makes us miserable! So, what is packed in our emotional bags? Usually they are full of past hurts that we carry with us, giving us a dim out look and getting in the way of healthy relationships with others. We don’t need these things, yet we carry them around with us everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that there is a kind Gentleman who wants to help us with our bags…he’s willing to take them from us, freeing us from our burden. His name is Jesus and here is what he has to say to those of us who are still carrying our own bags, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8207447591522490971?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8207447591522490971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8207447591522490971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8207447591522490971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8207447591522490971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3217669042783351306</id><published>2011-03-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:11:45.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United We Stand</title><content type='html'>I recently took my girls to an event at a church that is part of the same non-denominational denomination of the church we go to. On the way home I made the mistake of mentioning that the church we had just been to was a sister church of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s a sister church?” Carley asked. I explained that it is a church that is the same type of church as ours, a Church of Christ, or a Christian Church. “Aren’t all churches, churches of Christ?” my wise daughter pressed. “Well, uh, yes” I answered, knowing this was going in a difficult direction, “but, different churches have different, um, beliefs and ways of worshipping Christ.” Then, 7 year old Laura chimed in, and showing her understanding of world religions, said, “Some people worship Boota”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was relieved that the discussion had shifted away from denominational differences among Christians. It was a lot easier for me to explain to the girls the difference between Christians and “Boot-ists” than it was to explain the difference between Pentecostals and Presbyterians. I guess that’s because in my kid’s eyes, Christians, no matter what church they attend or denomination they ascribe to, are simply followers of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Their view of Christianity is so pure, so perfect, I don’t want to mess it up by telling them how far we really are from that ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel of John records this prayer from Jesus regarding those of us who would one day be known as Christians, “that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one: I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what the Body of Christ, the church, could do if we really were all one. If we really had the complete unity that Jesus prayed we would have. I don’t know how that can happen in a world with somewhere around 38,000 different denominations. But a good place to start is in our own homes and own congregations. Let’s pray today that God will give us hearts focused on serving and glorifying Him in a way that unites us with other believers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3217669042783351306?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3217669042783351306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3217669042783351306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3217669042783351306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3217669042783351306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/08/united-we-stand.html' title='United We Stand'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1455168753969833771</id><published>2011-03-28T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:16:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in Better Hands</title><content type='html'>Harold, who currently works as a waiter at the Nashville Hilton, is originally from the southern part of Louisiana. A few days before Hurricane Katrina hit, he, his wife and their 2 children packed up a few changes of clothes and other necessities and left town. Concerned about possible flooding, Harold wrapped up pictures, valuables and other irreplaceable items and tucked them away in his attic between the rafters before evacuating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he and his family escaped injury. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of their home which was destroyed. All their belongings, including the pictures and valuables tucked away in the attic were now buried somewhere under the 5 feet of putrid sludge that filled what was left of their home. His insurance company, you know, the one that promises to keep you in good hands, refused to cover his losses because of a technicality somewhere in the fine print of his policy. The worst part of all, however, was losing his Mother and Mother-in-Law who both died as a result of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Harold how he held together through it all. He simply pointed heavenward. He said that he had to be strong for his kids and his wife during it all and that strength came from God. Several churches pulled together to help provide his family with the necessities until they could get back on their feet. And, now, three years later, thanks be to God, his life is finally starting to return to a new state of normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whose hands hold your life? There is only one set of hands prepared to carry you through the difficult times we are all eventually bound to face. Natalie Grant’s song, “In Better Hands” says it well, “I am strong all because of you. I stand in awe of every mountain that you move. I am changed, yesterday is gone. I am safe from this moment on. There’s no fear when the night comes round, I’m in better hands now”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1455168753969833771?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1455168753969833771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1455168753969833771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1455168753969833771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1455168753969833771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-in-better-hands.html' title='You&apos;re in Better Hands'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-701775911147826170</id><published>2011-03-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:56:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Like Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>I received an email from a young woman who was feeling distant from God. She said she wanted a relationship with Jesus like the one described in the song “More Like Falling in Love” by Jason Gray. Basically, she had identified that she wanted a relationship not religion, but wasn’t sure how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she’s right. We’ll never get to a place of real communion with Jesus by following a system of rules and rituals. Yes, church is important for fellowship and hopefully, provides us an opportunity to learn more about God and spend some time worshiping Him. But, too many people falsely believe that going through the motions of church every week will lead to a relationship with Christ. I don't think that works...it's never worked for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, the times I have felt closest to Jesus are when I am serving others. There is something about giving everything you have to people who could never pay you back that opens the door for Jesus to really take hold of your heart. I love the scripture in James 1:27--"Pure and undefiled religion before the Lord is this, to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unpolluted from the world". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to serving others and avoiding the pitfalls of sin, I also think it’s important to spend time with God each day by reading the Bible and praying. This is how God communicates with us. We can ask God where He is calling us to serve. We should also ask Him to give us the strength to help us avoid temptation and stay pure and unpolluted by the world. That's hard, I know. But, we have His strength and His Holy Spirit to help us. And, when we mess up, we have His grace to cover us...we can pray for forgiveness and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have all the answers, but I think these are the things (seeking Him, serving others, and staying pure) that make our relationship with Jesus more like falling in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-701775911147826170?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/701775911147826170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=701775911147826170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/701775911147826170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/701775911147826170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-like-falling-in-love.html' title='More Like Falling in Love'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2074903301837699662</id><published>2011-03-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:56:11.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Weeds</title><content type='html'>My hubby and I were pulling some weeds from a small flower garden in our front yard when I noticed that the weeds growing among the daylilies looked an awful lot like the daylilies themselves. So much so, in fact, that it was hard to tell the difference between the weeds and the plants. I told Alton that it takes a clever weed to grow and disguise itself among the leaves of good plants that look just like it. Then we talked about how the weeds in our garden were a lot like the sin in our lives…how the things that pull us away from God often look really good at the outset, only later to be revealed as destructive choices and behaviors that choke out the fruit we’re meant to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton and I are not the first people to make this comparison between cleverly disguised weeds and sin. In fact, Jesus made a similar observation a couple thousand years ago…we know it as the “Parable of the Weeds” and it’s found in Matthew’s Gospel. In the story, Jesus describes a farmer who planted wheat and the farmer’s enemy who came along while the farmer was sleeping to plant weeds among the wheat, weeds that probably looked a lot like the wheat. The farmer advises his workers, when they discover the problem, to leave the weeds alone, because if they try to pull them, they may accidentally pull some of the good wheat along with the weeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parable is loaded with meaning, and literally volumes have been written about it. One of the things I’ve learned from it, and the point I’m getting at today, is that Satan, like the enemy of the farmer, is crafty and clever. He will plant seeds of sin around us that, at first, may look like things that are good and appealing. How do we tell the difference? I think the fruit we bear is one way to tell. Seeds that God has planted in our lives will bring forth fruit that bountifully points back to and glorifies Him. Seeds planted by the enemy will not produce beautiful blessings. Most importantly, we need to remember to ask God to point out weeds in our lives and to rely on His strength to remove them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parable of the Weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 13:24-30 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24Jesus told them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. 25But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. 26When the wheat sprouted and formed heads, then the weeds also appeared. &lt;br /&gt;27"The owner's servants came to him and said, 'Sir, didn't you sow good seed in your field? Where then did the weeds come from?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28" 'An enemy did this,' he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The servants asked him, 'Do you want us to go and pull them up?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29" 'No,' he answered, 'because while you are pulling the weeds, you may root up the wheat with them. 30Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Parable of the Weeds Explained&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 13:36-40 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left the crowd and went into the house. His disciples came to him and said, "Explain to us the parable of the weeds in the field." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. 38The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the sons of the kingdom. The weeds are the sons of the evil one, 39and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40"As the weeds are pulled up and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age. 41The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. 42They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 43Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. He who has ears, let him hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2074903301837699662?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2074903301837699662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2074903301837699662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2074903301837699662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2074903301837699662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/09/pulling-weeds.html' title='Pulling Weeds'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6129658456722799939</id><published>2011-03-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:57:15.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savor the Flavor</title><content type='html'>I’ve been trying to drink more water lately. I find plain water quite boring, so I like to get flavored, sparkling water. And, because I’m a bit of a tightwad, I only allow myself one bottle of flavored water a day, then for the rest of the day I just refill that bottle with plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, my daughter spotted the bottle and wanted a sip. I told her that I had already finished the “good stuff” and the bottle was filled with plain water. She said, “That’s OK. There’s probably still a little flavor left in the bottle.” And, she was right...there was a hint strawberry-kiwi flavor in the regular water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a “flavor” that we leave behind…an essence that permeates a room after we’ve left. It can be a pleasant flavor-like Joy, Peace, Happiness or Grace. Or, it can be an unpleasant one…Bitterness, Anger, Impatience or Stress. Either way, our attitude, or flavor, has an effect on our surroundings and the people we come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true when it comes to the people we spend the most time with, our spouses, family members and children. In fact, our “flavor” can be so strong and so consistent that it changes theirs, for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, let’s pray that God will show us the way that our attitude is affecting those around us, and that He will give us the strength we need to replace any of our unsavory flavors with ones that are pleasant. Just as Paul encouraged the Ephesians, let’s pray together that we will “be imitators of God, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” Ephesians 5:1&amp;amp;2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6129658456722799939?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6129658456722799939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6129658456722799939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6129658456722799939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6129658456722799939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/savor-flavor.html' title='Savor the Flavor'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8295129152571255801</id><published>2011-03-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:11:07.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Happy Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long day of traveling following a week and a half of mission work in Guatemala. Our group of 19 was ready to be home, reuniting with family members and sleeping in our own beds. However, our patience was put to the test when our connecting flight from Atlanta to Greensboro ended up changing departure gates 3 times and being delayed for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased to observe the positive attitudes maintained by our group’s members, despite our anxiousness to get home. We used the delay as an opportunity to grab some dinner and spend some more time chatting with each other before we would have to part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunalely, not everyone on our flight was able to keep the same kind of positive outlook. One passenger in particular caught our attention…a minister was overheard loudly complaining into his cell phone about the delay. He told the person on the other end of the line that he still didn’t have tomorrow’s sermon written because the airline kept delaying his flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Glen, who also overheard the perturbed pastor’s phone call, said, “What he doesn’t realize is that God just gave him an extra hour to get that sermon done”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen’s insight made me wonder how many times I’ve gotten wrapped up in a frustrating situation and missed out on the blessing God was trying to hand me. We’ve all been there before haven’t we? But, Romans 8:28 assures us “that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we believe God’s word to be true, than we ought to trust that no matter what situation we face, God can and will use it for our good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a great story about a blessing in disguise of a tough situation? Please share it by leaving a comment below or emailing me at &lt;a href="mailto:tami@wbfj.fm"&gt;tami@wbfj.fm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8295129152571255801?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8295129152571255801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8295129152571255801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8295129152571255801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8295129152571255801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-happy-returns.html' title='Many Happy Returns'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8259569947506959393</id><published>2011-03-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:15:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He'd Better Be Sick!</title><content type='html'>“All I know is, he’d better be sick!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words I muttered as I headed out the door. It was a busy Monday, I had lots to get done, and now I had to leave work at 9:30 in the morning to pick up a supposedly sick child from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I minded having to leave work…I’m a mom first and taking care of my kids when they are ill is my job. And, I have a very understanding boss when it comes to this kind of stuff. But, to completely rearrange my schedule for a child who just has a bad case of the “Mondays”…well, that’s a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, when I considered what I had said, “He’d better be sick,” I thought to myself, “What kind of mother hopes that her child is sick?” But, the more I thought about it, the more I felt quite comfortable with my statement. In my opinion, when it comes to a minor illness, I’d rather a child actually be sick than lying about being sick. An illness is temporary and physical in nature. Lying, however, is a condition of the heart. It’s spiritual in nature and is much harder to get over than a little bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God probably sees it the same way. There are times that He allows us to endure some physical discomfort in order encourage spiritual growth. Our eternal, spiritual natures are of such greater consequence than our temporal, physical ones. I don’t know about you, but this is such a hard concept for me to accept, because my physical nature is what affects me most right now. So, I have to learn to trust that God sees a much bigger picture than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the Bible we see countless examples of people whose physical suffering produced spiritual growth. In Romans, Paul puts an exclamation point on the concept that our spiritual well-being should be our number one priority when he says, “we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. (Romans 5:3-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me today in Praising God for that infallible hope offered to us through his son, Jesus? Let’s also pray God will give us the courage to always seek spiritual growth before physical comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8259569947506959393?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8259569947506959393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8259569947506959393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8259569947506959393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8259569947506959393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/04/hed-better-be-sick.html' title='He&apos;d Better Be Sick!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7939165101144915359</id><published>2011-03-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:59:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect</title><content type='html'>I have a news flash for you. You are not perfect. Neither am I. We are fallen human beings in a fallen world and we are going to mess up. A lot. Ecclesiastes 7:11 states, "There is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins." So, why do we try so hard to convince ourselves and others that we can avoid making mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy dose of perfectionism can be good. There is nothing wrong with wanting to do your best work and to strive to reach your God-given potential. However, perfectionism, when it becomes out of balance, can be very unhealthy. George Bernard Shaw said, “A life making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” How can this be so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when we attempt to be, or at least appear to be perfect, we are forgetting that God’s strength is made perfect in our weakness. We need to allow ourselves and others to see God’s work in our lives. That only works when we are willing to admit that we can’t do it all on our own.&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of perfection also hinders our witness. Others may look at our wrinkle free exterior and assume that only perfect people can be Christians. I wonder how many people hold back from accepting Christ because in their mind they could never be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a boss that loved to use this expression, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot”. This points to another danger of perfectionism. When we know it all, there’s no reason to learn and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionism can also be paralyzing. We decide that if we can’t do something to perfection, we won’t do it all. How many important jobs are being left undone because we cannot do them to meet the impossible standards we have set? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we need to examine the reason for our perfectionism. Often, it is caused by pride. Perfectionism happens when our primary concern becomes how we are presenting ourselves and how good we look to others, not how we are presenting Christ and serving others. If that’s the case, it is time to re-prioritize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7939165101144915359?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7939165101144915359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7939165101144915359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7939165101144915359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7939165101144915359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/06/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-785015146382722537</id><published>2011-03-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:12:35.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving it All Away</title><content type='html'>Sacrifice. It’s a difficult word, isn’t it? When I hear that word, I think of giving something up that is important to me…. maybe something that I enjoy, a behavior that makes me comfortable, a person that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sacrifice is exactly what Jesus asks us to do in order to follow him. And, how can we deny Him? After all, he made the ultimate sacrifice for us when he died on the cross, taking the punishment we deserved and forgiving us of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can better understand why we have to be ready to make sacrifices for Jesus when I think about my relationship with my husband. I want to come first to him (after God, of course). I don't care if he still watches football, spends time at his art desk or spends an afternoon on his own, doing his own thing. Those are all things he enjoys. However, if he started putting those things before me on his list of priorities, I'd have a real problem with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it that God wants us to sacrifice? Everything. Does that mean that we have to physically give everything away, isolate ourselves from the people and places we love? Not necessarily. But we do have to have a heart that is ready and willing to part with anything in order to make room for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the example of Abraham. God asked him to sacrifice his precious son, the child that Abraham had been promised. When Isaac was bound on the altar and Abraham held the knife in his hand, it was evident that he was ready to let go of the single most important thing in his life in obedience to God. And, the Lord not only provided a ram for the sacrifice, he also blessed Abraham abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament, we see people leaving many things to follow Jesus. Andrew and Simon Peter left their nets…their livelihood. James and John left their boats and their father…giving up not only their work, but leaving their family as well. Nathaniel left the comfort and safety of his fig tree to follow the Lord. Matthew left his sinful and greedy ways as a tax collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you still holding on to? What thing is it in your life that is stopping you from fully giving your heart to God? Ask God to clearly show you the things that you still put before him. Then pray that He’ll give you the strength and courage to let those things go completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-785015146382722537?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/785015146382722537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=785015146382722537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/785015146382722537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/785015146382722537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/05/giving-it-all-away.html' title='Giving it All Away'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7358601797343043064</id><published>2011-03-08T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T03:09:49.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Me Not</title><content type='html'>The older I get the worse it seems my memory becomes. When I was a kid, I could remember all of my friends phone numbers; I could tell you anything you wanted to know about my favorite celebrities and I could memorize a song after only listening to it a few times. Now, I can’t even remember my own children’s names most days! The phrase, “Oh, I’m sorry, I completely forgot about that” has become a too-frequent part of my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Forgetfulness is just one of the less pleasant side effects of getting older. God knows how prone we are to forget things, which is why in the Bible he so frequently implores his people to remember his miracles, his covenants, his promises and his word. He urges us to keep these things top of mind so that we stay profoundly aware of His relationship with us and his presence in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus used what would be his last time around the Passover table with his disciples to encourage them to remember Him. Paul paints the scene in 1 Corinthians: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, "This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me." In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me." For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this example and taking Communion or the Lord’s Supper is a very intimate way to reflect and remember Jesus’ sacrifice for us on a regular basis. We can also look for other ways to remember God’s faithfulness. Maybe it’s a prayer journal that you keep. Periodically, you can look back through it to remember God’s intervention and answered prayers. An artist might create a picture or write a song expressing a spiritually significant experience. Parents, you can use time at the dinner table to ask your kids about the things they are thankful for and to talk about the way God is working in your family’s life. Be creative! How you do it is not important; but, what is important is that God’s love stays always fresh in your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7358601797343043064?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7358601797343043064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7358601797343043064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7358601797343043064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7358601797343043064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-this-in-remembrance-of-me.html' title='Forget Me Not'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8294136382610190756</id><published>2011-03-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T03:08:47.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>I am currently in Nashville for GMA. The highlight of the week is the Dove Awards, it’s sort of like the Grammies of Christian music. So, I’ve decided to use Moment for Mom to dig a little deeper into some of the nominees for song of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites from the list is “Bring the Rain” by Mercy Me. It’s a courageous song that with a theme that says, “If hard times are needed to bring me closer to God, then so be it…bring the rain.” Honestly, I don’t know if I’m spiritually mature enough to sing that song yet. It seems pretty risky to say out loud, “I know there’ll be days when this life brings me pain, but if that’s what it takes to praise You, Jesus bring the rain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know that Bart Millard, the lead singer of Mercy Me and co-author of the song, knows exactly the implications of these words. Bart has seen more than his share of rain, including the untimely deaths of his father and his brother-in-law. In addition, his son was recently diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes. So, I would consider Bart to be an authority on the ways that God uses our painful experiences as opportunities for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have to take Bart’s word on it...God’s word verifies this in Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” And, Bart is not the only person who has gladly accepted difficulties with the greater purpose of growth in mind. In the first book of Peter, the disciple says, “In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody enjoys trials, but we are all bound to go through them. When we do, let’s turn our eyes to Jesus, asking him not only for comfort, but that he will reveal a greater purpose for our pain. So tell me…what’s a little rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8294136382610190756?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8294136382610190756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8294136382610190756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8294136382610190756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8294136382610190756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/04/bring-rain.html' title='Bring the Rain'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1003569995211376996</id><published>2011-03-04T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:11:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust to Dust</title><content type='html'>John 15:3-4: You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit…I love cleaning gadgets. I am so easily lured by the promise of an easier, quicker and elbow grease free way to get things done that I’ll open my wallet for just about anything making that promise. But, I’ve found that there is one major setback with every new fangled cleanser, gadget and appliance on the market…you actually have to USE them in order for them to work! Believe it or not, that swiffer sweeper, greased lightening and $500 cyclonic vacuum do a horrible job of housecleaning when they are sitting in the closet. Don’t believe me? Just come over to my house some time and you’ll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same thing with our spiritual houses. God has provided us with countless tools to help us grow in our faith. But, if we don’t use them, they don’t work! I have at least 10 different bibles in my collection…the NIV, the Living Bible, the Message, Study Bibles, Life Application Bibles and Devotional Bibles. But it wouldn’t matter if I had ten thousand bibles and never read any of them. God has provided me with a wonderful church home, and dozens of other wonderful churches within a 10 minute drive of my home. He has surrounded me with supportive Christian friends and mentors. My bookshelves at work and at home are full of books about Christian Living and Spirituality and my CD shelves are filled with Christian music. God even offers open communication with him through prayer any time I want it. He has indeed provided the resources, but it is my job to put all these things to work in my life. Here’s the really good news, though. Putting our faith building tools to work is usually much more pleasant than housework and the rewards last for an eternity….that’s much longer than a clean kitchen floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, take some time to pray that the Lord will show you the tools he’s placed in your spiritual “cleaning cabinet” and that He will provide you with the time, energy and motivation to put them to work in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1003569995211376996?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1003569995211376996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1003569995211376996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1003569995211376996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1003569995211376996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/dust-to-dust-march-13-2008.html' title='Dust to Dust'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6353982150127425821</id><published>2011-03-03T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T03:17:01.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party and I'll Whine If I Want To!</title><content type='html'>The other day I threw a party for myself. A pity party. Do you know what I’m talking about? It’s the kind of deal where you sit around moping because nobody appreciates your hard work. You tell yourself that nothing you do for others is ever enough and you might as well just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the midst of my little party for one, an uninvited guest showed up…in the form of a new thought. I realized that probably everyone feels unappreciated from time to time; that I am not the only person alive whose hard work sometimes goes unnoticed. I put my new theory to the test and took an informal poll of my friends…and, wouldn’t you know it, over 75% of them said they feel unappreciated at least some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this mean? I think our feelings of being taken for granted come from 2 things. First of all, we probably aren’t thanking each other enough. When is the last time you told someone that you appreciated them because of something that they did, or just because of who they are? It’s such an easy thing to do… ”Thank You SO Much!”, “I Really Liked it When You ____”, “Good Job”, “I’m so glad to have you as my ____”are just a few words to use. Let’s make a commitment to express our sincere appreciation to someone every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you feel unappreciated most or all of the time…it’s probably time to look within. Examine your motivation for doing things for others. Is it because you genuinely want to help, or is it because you’re looking for praise? Are putting too much of the focus on yourself and placing a higher importance on the things that you do than they really deserve? OUCH! Are your toes hurting as bad as mine are right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so…open up your Bible…the whole chapter of 2nd Corinthians 9 contains some great advice on the attitude we ought to have about serving and giving…without expecting anything in return. Listen to these words from Paul, “Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6353982150127425821?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6353982150127425821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6353982150127425821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6353982150127425821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6353982150127425821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-my-party-and-ill-whine-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party and I&apos;ll Whine If I Want To!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4876768149085982302</id><published>2011-03-01T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T03:14:14.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Sign?</title><content type='html'>I love Brandon Heath's song, “I’m Not Who I Was”. In the song, Heath describes finding an old picture of someone with whom he’s had some type of falling out with in the past. Upon seeing the picture, he is reminded of the anger and bitterness this relationship left him with. However, he comes to the realization that he is no longer the same person that he was and he has forgiven his old friend. Heath wishes this person from his past could see the person that he has become. The song’s message is beautifully summarized in this verse, “Well, the thing I find most amazing in amazing grace is the chance to give it out. Maybe that's what love is all about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video for the song shows pictures of people holding up signs. In the first picture of each person the sign they hold describes the kind of person they used to be. The second picture shows the same person with a sign describing the new person they have become in Christ. This video made me think about what my “Before and After” signs would say. One thing I have always struggled with being too self absorbed. The fact I’m an only child may have a little to do with that! But, It’s something I am really trying to change, because I know Jesus wants me to. So, my signs would probably say “Completely Self Centered” and “Trying to Put Others First”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about yours? What would they say? Can you look back at who you were before you knew Jesus and see a difference between then and now? That change is a sign that your faith is sincere and that your heart is in 2 Corinthians 5:17.. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray that God will continue these transformations in our lives, making us more and more like him each day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4876768149085982302?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4876768149085982302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4876768149085982302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4876768149085982302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4876768149085982302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-your-sign.html' title='What&apos;s Your Sign?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-201632151074216074</id><published>2011-02-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:19:26.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lost!</title><content type='html'>My husband likes to say that when it comes to my personality, I am more like a man than most men he knows. I think he gets that from the way I drive. I’m the kind of person that hates to ask for directions when lost. It’s not a pride thing. I just enjoy the challenge of trying to figure out the right way. Eventually, I always do…otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this right now, I’d still be driving around in circles somewhere in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of an analogy I once heard at a Weight Watchers meeting. The leader was talking about getting back on track when you’ve fallen off the diet and exercise bandwagon. She told us to imagine that we were on a cross country road trip when, about half way to California, we realize we’ve taken a wrong turn and have ended up about 200 miles away from the road we were supposed to be on. She asked us to think about what we’d do in that situation. Would we just keep driving in the wrong direction…further and further away from our destination? Or, would we decide that we didn’t feel like driving the 200 miles back to the main road and choose just to stay put where we had ended up. Of course not! The only logical option in this situation would be to turn around and get back on the path that leads to our destination. Yes, it would be frustrating to have to drive an additional 400 miles on an already long trip, but that would be the only way to get where you wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This analogy also works when we think about our developing faith. Occasionally, we will take a wrong turn, ending up on a path that leads us away from God. This is called sin. But, as soon as we realize we are heading the wrong way we have to turn around and get back on track. The good news is that God is ready to give us the directions we need. Even stubborn folks like me need to stop and ask for his help when we get lost, remembering these words from Psalm 23, “He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.” So, If you are feeling lost today, pray that God will give you the strength to turn around. Ask Him to lead you back to that path of righteousness, back to a road that leads to an eternity spent in his loving arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-201632151074216074?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/201632151074216074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=201632151074216074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/201632151074216074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/201632151074216074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-lost.html' title='Get Lost!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1270109413338032718</id><published>2011-02-25T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:16:58.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek Ye First the Milk and Bread</title><content type='html'>I was in Wal-mart the other day and walked passed a woman pushing a cart full of miscellaneous items. She was apparently on her way to check out. I overheard her say to her friend, “I only came in here to buy one thing! One…stinking…thing! This happens every time I come here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally relate! Can you? Walmart is like a black hole for my wallet I chalk it up to loss of focus. The clearance clothes, cute flip-flops and the newest offerings in mascara are just a few of the enticements waiting to distract me from my original goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to lose focus, isn’t it? And not just at the store but in life in general. We can have fantastic goals, but never achieve them because one distraction after another keeps throwing us off track. This can be especially true when it comes to our spiritual growth. We know that regularly reading the Bible, having quiet time with God, keeping a prayer journal and being part of a small group of believers are all things that will help to mature us as Christians and bring us closer to Jesus. However, life happens and these very important things get left out. It’s like the times I’ve gone to Wal-mart and gotten a bunch of non-essentials but forgotten to pick up the milk and bread! My family can live with out the new shoes and the lovely new shade of nail polish, but we need to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a list and remembering to check it is one way to remember everything I need at the store, and it’s also a good way to remember my priorities in life as well. If you think that loss of focus is derailing your attempts at spiritual growth, one solution may be to make a list of the things that draw you closer to God. Schedule your time to allow for these things on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are busy it’s easy to push God-time aside. But this is such a huge mistake, because it is your time with God that will help to balance the rest of your life. Finally, remember Jesus words from Matthew 6, “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1270109413338032718?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1270109413338032718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1270109413338032718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1270109413338032718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1270109413338032718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/08/seek-ye-first-milk-and-bread.html' title='Seek Ye First the Milk and Bread'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5389288851840833809</id><published>2011-02-24T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:18:32.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than I Found it</title><content type='html'>A kind friend blessed our family this summer by allowing us to use her family’s home at the beach. The condo was beautiful and in immaculate condition. This made me quite nervous, especially since we had three kids with us. I watched everyone like a hawk, making sure food and drinks were only consumed in designated areas, that dirty hands and faces were washed before sitting on the furniture, and that shoes were removed before walking on the plush, light colored carpet. Before we left for home, we made sure the condo was spic and span with nothing out of place. I took way better care of her home than I do of my own. My friend was very gracious to allow us to stay there in the first place, so I figured the least I could do was take excellent care of the lovely home she had entrusted me with. It was my desire to leave it even better than I found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, as I was putting things back in order at the condo, what my life would be like if I truly acknowledged God as the source of every one of my blessings. Would I keep my house nicer if I saw it not as my home, but the home God has allowed me to use? Would I take on a healthier lifestyle if I accepted the truth that my body really belongs to God as a temple for His holy spirit? How would I spend money differently if I viewed every dollar as a gift from God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King David understood this concept of stewardship. In the Bible after the people of Israel brought forward generous offerings to build the Lord’s temple, David praises God, saying, “But who am I, and who are my people, that we should be able to give as generously as this? Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand.” (1 Chronicles 29:14) And in Psalm 24:1, David writes, “The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray for an attitude like David’s. Let’s ask God for hearts that recognize the truth that all we are and have comes from Him. Finally let’s pray for a deep desire to be better stewards of our gifts, and to leave this world better than we found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5389288851840833809?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5389288851840833809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5389288851840833809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5389288851840833809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5389288851840833809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-than-i-found-it.html' title='Better than I Found it'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2379902603851019514</id><published>2011-02-22T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T03:10:21.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula's Big Give</title><content type='html'>Paula is a loyal WBFJ listener and a quadriplegic. She cannot move from the neck down and breathes with a tube. But her physical limitations are far surpassed by her inner strength, a beautiful heart and her motivation to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula sponsors at least 2 kids through Compassion International. She writes, with the help of her nurse, Debbie, to several others. She participates in the Salvation Army Stocking Stuff and Operation Christmas Child.&amp;nbsp; Every year at Easter, she visits WBFJ and brings chocolate eggs for the staff, at Christmas it's Red Velvet Cake. One time while she was here, I commented on how long her hair had gotten, it was twisted into a long braid starting at the top of her head. She told me that she was growing it out for “Locks of Love” an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients from donated hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when it hit me. There have been so many occasions where I’ve had the opportunity to serve and have let excuses like “I’m too busy” or “I’m too tired” or, even “I’m not qualified” get in the way. Yet, here is a lady who, instead of being trapped by what she cannot do, has turned her attention to one of the things she can do…grow hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our limitations and excuses. On the other hand, God has given each of us unique gifts that he expects us to share with others. If we focus on where we fall short we risk never discovering the wonderful things we do have to offer and becoming the person God intended us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created you complete with special gifts. What you have to offer is no less valuable than what anyone else has to give … 1 Corinthians 12:4-6 tells us: “There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take some time today to pray that God will show us clearly how we can best use our unique gifts to serve Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2379902603851019514?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2379902603851019514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2379902603851019514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2379902603851019514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2379902603851019514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/paulas-big-give_31.html' title='Paula&apos;s Big Give'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8175652461087818532</id><published>2011-02-17T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:44:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say</title><content type='html'>I recently came across a guide for men to help them understand the difference between what women say and what women mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when a woman says, “I’ll be ready in FIVE MINUTES”, she really means, “I’ll be ready in about a half an hour.” It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman says FINE: She is using the universal word all women say to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of "those" arguments. If she says NOTHING: This really means "something" and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and will end with the word "Fine". And, finally if all you hear is a LOUD SIGH: you should recognize this as a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people, myself included, at least occasionally avoid saying what they are really thinking or feeling. That can be a good thing. For example, if a friend asks me if I like her new outfit, and I really don’t, I would probably keep my feelings to myself to avoid hurting her feelings. Sometimes I’ll keep my feelings to myself to avoid an unnecessary conflict or confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there may be some occasions where it’s best to keep our true feelings to ourselves, this can also be a dangerous habit to get in to. When we do not openly communicate we build a wall between ourselves and others, each unexpressed feeling becomes another brick in this barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew, Jesus spoke about the need for honest, direct communication when he instructed about the importance of keeping oaths. He said, Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we are reminded that our words have power and that they should match what is in our heart. Take time today to pray that God will give you the wisdom to use words carefully and the integrity to say what you mean and mean what you say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8175652461087818532?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8175652461087818532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8175652461087818532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8175652461087818532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8175652461087818532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-what-you-mean-and-mean-what-you-say.html' title='Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3201803036857806094</id><published>2011-02-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:45:48.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am a scary sight to see before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; during and after a workout.&amp;nbsp; At these times, all I’m focused on getting to the gym, getting through the 45-60 minutes of exercise, and, quite frankly, getting it over with.&amp;nbsp; My clothes are cool and comfortable, not at all cute.&amp;nbsp; I pull my hair tightly back so it’s not in my face, which is not a flattering hairstyle for someone with an enormous head like mine.&amp;nbsp; And, I certainly don’t wear makeup.&amp;nbsp; If I did, it would slide right off of my face within the first few minutes of class, my mascara winding&amp;nbsp;up on my chin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, normally, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;would not want anyone outside of my immediate family to see me looking so badly. &amp;nbsp;I’m not a particularly vain person, but even I have my standards.&amp;nbsp; However, most days of the week, anywhere from 20-50 of my gym-mates are subjected to my sweaty, stinky, disheveled self.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And, surprisingly, it really doesn’t bother me at all that so many people see me looking so bad. &amp;nbsp;I don‘t even think about it. &amp;nbsp;It’s probably because &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; looks their best in the middle of a work out.&amp;nbsp; We’re all there with the common purpose of getting sweaty.&amp;nbsp; Looking rough is expected.&amp;nbsp; Rings of sweat are a badge of honor for a job well done. &amp;nbsp;The gym is a safe place to be un-lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish the church was a little more like the gym.&amp;nbsp; Here’s what I mean.&amp;nbsp; At many churches, we’re expected to have ourselves all pulled together, smiling and happy and holy like everyone else. There’s this unspoken rule that we’re never supposed to let the ugliness of sin, shame, hurt, pain or guilt see the light of day. &amp;nbsp;But, shouldn’t church be the one place where we are safe to be un-lovely? &amp;nbsp;Shouldn’t we, as Christians, having a deep understanding of the price paid for our own grace and forgiveness, be first ones to extend grace and forgiveness to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Romans 15 we’re given valuable instructions about how Christians should treat each other. Here are a couple of examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please ourselves. Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up (1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God (7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s been said, very wisely, that the church is supposed to be a hospital for sinners, not a museum of Saints.&amp;nbsp; Does your church feel that way? &amp;nbsp;If not, the change has to start with individuals, it has to start with you.&amp;nbsp; Commit today to develop a spirit or acceptance, unity, honesty and a willingness to share the burdens of others.&amp;nbsp; And, pray that God will bring other like-minded believers alongside you to help transform not just your church, but the entire body of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3201803036857806094?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3201803036857806094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3201803036857806094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3201803036857806094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3201803036857806094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/02/unlovely.html' title='Unlovely'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-493938477804172696</id><published>2011-02-16T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:18:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Not Finished With Me Yet</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the most famous Dome in the world is the one that sits atop the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, Italy. Filipo Brunelleschi's double walled, brick Duomo was and is an architectural marvel, many go so far as to call it a miracle of design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing to me, is that when the cathedral that sports the dome was designed and constructed during the Middle Ages, this type of dome had never been built. In fact, the technology required to build such a structure hadn't even been invented yet. When the church was finally completed in 1418, the roof where the dome would eventually be placed was simply left open. Finally, an architectural competition was held to find someone who would be able to design and build a suitable dome. Brunelleschi won and 18 years later, his masterpiece was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my question…who designs an element for a building that no one knows how to build? And, who follows through with actually constructing that building, just leaving the project unfinished, open to rain, snow and bird droppings until someone comes along who can figure it out? Can you picture the elders of your church approving something like that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that you and I would have that kind of faith! Think about all of the things that God may have planned for our lives that are beyond our imagination or ability. What if, instead of deciding that we are limited by what we know is possible, we left our minds and lives open to God’s plans and designs? What if we really did “Trust in the Lord with all our hearts and lean not on our own understanding?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s remember that we are a work in progress, that we are God’s masterpiece. And, even though it may be painful and uncomfortable at times…let’s always leave places that are open for renovations and additions. Remember these words from Philippians 1:6, “And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-493938477804172696?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/493938477804172696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=493938477804172696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/493938477804172696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/493938477804172696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-not-finished-with-me-yet.html' title='He&apos;s Not Finished With Me Yet'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3445461245305905570</id><published>2011-02-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:13:14.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a friend over dinner last night about how my children behave so differently when they are with other people than they are when it's just us at home. This is especially true for our youngest daughter. Laura is an absolute angel at school…the kind of kid most teachers would love to have a class full of. She's obedient, respectful, and even a little shy. But, the minute she gets off that school bus…look out! I'm not going into graphic detail, but does the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ring any bells? I joked with my friend that she must use up all of her "good" at school…when she gets home there's none left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said, "You know, that's really true for all of us to a degree, isn't it? I mean", she continued, " a lot of times we give our best selves to the outside world and our family gets whatever is left. And, all too often, that's not much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is SO true. I think one reason this happens is that we let our guard down with our immediate family. With a friend we might bite our tongue when we've been offended in order to keep the friendship. At work, we have to do what we are told because we don't want to lose our job. Bur our family's love is, or should be, unconditional, so we feel safe to be our real self…for better or worse. By the end of the day, when we feel we've used up all of "our good" conflict at home is nearly inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we turn this pattern around?? Definitely, taking better care of our bodies is a good place to start…a healthy diet, daily exercise and good sleep habits are all ways to boost energy levels. In addition, the Bible tells us that when we seek God first, everything else falls right into place. Remember what it says in Matthew 6:33? &lt;em&gt;"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;and all these things shall be added unto you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we allow Him take the reigns from us, He promises us a renewed source of strength and energy unlike anything we've ever experienced before. So, let’s commit each day to give ourselves fully to Him so that our families can have more than just our leftovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3445461245305905570?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3445461245305905570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3445461245305905570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3445461245305905570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3445461245305905570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/04/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8456221534423407603</id><published>2011-02-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:12:57.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Each Other</title><content type='html'>The English poet and author, John Milton, once said, “Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.” God recognized that Adam needed a helpmate, so he created Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet so often, we fail to recognize our need for help. I was raised as an only child, so doing things on my own comes pretty naturally to me. When someone offers to help me with something my response is almost always, “No thanks, I’ve got it.” It’s the adult version of every toddlers favorite phrase, “I Can Do It Myself!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not the only one like this. Why is it so difficult for us to accept help from others? The truth is. however, that when we don’t allow others to lend a hand, not only are we robbing ourselves of receiving a blessing, we are also stealing a blessing from the giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verse most people are familiar with is Philippians 4:13, “I can do everything through him who gives me strength”. Many people are less familiar with the next verse which reads, “Yet it was good of you to share in my troubles.” You see, in this section of his letter, the Apostle Paul was thanking the church at Philippi for their gifts and assistance during his missionary journeys. Paul acknowledged that God gave him the strength to endure the many trials he faced, however he repeatedly thanked the Philippians for being the only church that sent him assistance. He also assured them that their gifts were not overlooked by God who found them to be an acceptable, fragrant offering. The “bless-ers” became the blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the message here is that God will provide the strength to get us through anything, but we do not need to go it alone. We need each other! Pray today that God will show you some areas in your life where you could use a helping hand. Then ask him to send the right people along to offer the love and support that you need. And, pray that when they do, you’ll accept their offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8456221534423407603?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8456221534423407603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8456221534423407603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8456221534423407603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8456221534423407603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-need-each-other.html' title='We Need Each Other'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2237606291289883134</id><published>2011-02-11T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:19:20.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindset over Matter</title><content type='html'>Every year as a new group of Freshmen emerge on campus, Beloit College releases what’s known as the “Mindset List”. According to Beloit’s website, the list “provides a look at the cultural touchstones that shape the lives of students entering college”. For example, the latest list reveals that the students in the class of 2014 think email is too slow and prefer texting, never wear watches, don’t write in cursive and have always used toothpaste that can stand up on it’s own cap. The list was originally created as a way to remind the faculty to be aware of making dated references because their young new students are likely to come with a different perspective on life based, in part, on being raised during a different time frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, I think there is something to learn here about how we share our faith. In the same way that I could not expect my kids to understand what I’m talking about when I tell them about the first record album I ever owned, I cannot expect a non-Christian to understand what I mean when I talk about “What an anointed time of worship I had at church yesterday” or how “I’ve been sanctified by the blood of the Lamb”. These expressions might make sense to those of us who come from a church background, but would sound pretty weird to anyone else who has not yet experienced faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I could help my kids understand what a record is by pulling out a record player and a few old albums…giving them the experience of actually listening to a record. And, I can help others understand more about Jesus by living a life that reflects Him, giving them the actual experience of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Jesus said in Matthew 5:14-16 (NIV) "You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, let’s focus on letting our light&amp;nbsp;shine, giving others an experience of love that will lead them straight to Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2237606291289883134?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2237606291289883134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2237606291289883134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2237606291289883134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2237606291289883134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/08/matter-of-mindset.html' title='Mindset over Matter'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-342723682572950600</id><published>2011-02-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:37:47.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Roots Are Showing!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The other day, my youngest daughter, Laura, looked at my hair and said, “Mommy…are you trying out a new color? Your hair is lighter on the bottom than it is on the top.” That was all the confirmation I needed to know that it was past time to pick up a box of blonde and recolor my hair. Coloring my hair is usually pretty low on my list of priorities and I just get to it when I can…by which time there is usually some root re-growth. Truth is, I know that people probably realize that my hair is dyed. I’m not trying to fool anyone. In fact, I often joke about my Ms. Clairol blonde in a box hair. I think I’d look pretty foolish if I tried to pretend that it was the real-deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of the tendency that so many of us have to put on a perfect looking front when we are around other Christians. Instead of coming to church ready to admit that we are broken people in need of a savior, we instead put on our phony, perfect looking masks and our semi-permanent smiles, refusing to admit that there is anything wrong with us, our family or our lives. The problem is, no one has it all together. Eventually, the truth of our brokenness, “our roots” so to speak, will start to show. Unfortunately, if we have tried to convince everyone that we are perfect, and then they see that we are, in fact, not, we are then percieved as hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament of the Bible, the literal translation of the word “hypocrite” refers to someone who is acting or pretending to be someone else. So, when we pretend that we are perfect, flawless and sinless, we are being hypocrites. God honors and is honored by sincerity, not hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you are still struggling with allowing your true, flawed self be seen, listen to these verses from 1 John 1:8-10, “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-342723682572950600?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/342723682572950600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=342723682572950600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/342723682572950600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/342723682572950600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-roots-are-showing.html' title='Your Roots Are Showing!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3358544646078868270</id><published>2011-02-07T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:37:37.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Gratification</title><content type='html'>I want it and I want it now! Instant gratification has become the American Way. Technology is partly to blame, engineers keep coming up with new and better ways to lessen the time it takes to get ‘er done. Inventions like the microwave oven, the clothes washer and dryer and the automatic dishwasher got the speed ball rolling. Today, we can drive thru the fast food restaurant on the way to Jiffy Lube for our 15 minute oil change all the while text messaging our DH or BFF about this weekends plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability do get things done quickly has definitely made life more convenient. But, at what cost? One of the problems with instant gratification is that it often leads us to things or situations before we are ready for them. Case-in-point: the sub-prime mortgage crisis currently happening in this country. Hundreds of thousands of homes have been foreclosed on because the people who bought them were not financially ready for homeownership. Losing your home is a painful way to learn about patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many instances where the quick, easy way is not the best way. It’s a path that often leads to disaster. Consider fast food…there’s nothing at all wrong with hitting the drive through every once in a while as a treat or when it is the only option. But, when compared to a nutritionally balanced home-cooked meal, just how valuable is that supersized value meal? Or, think about the way we use credit cards to buy today what we hope we’ll be able to afford tomorrow. Once you tack on the 9-25% interest you’ll pay for that new flat screen monitor was it really worth having it ASAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the main problem with instant gratification, is that it really goes against the way that God operates. God does not hurry up for us, he expects us to wait on him (Psalm 37:7-9). He will not give us what we are not ready for. Instead, He allows us to wait so that our patience will build perseverance, which in turn develops maturity (See James 1:3-4).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3358544646078868270?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3358544646078868270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3358544646078868270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3358544646078868270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3358544646078868270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/06/instant-gratification.html' title='Instant Gratification'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6364035453209904011</id><published>2011-02-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:47:42.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster Forks</title><content type='html'>While sorting through years of accumulated stuff in my kitchen, I came across something that made me laugh…lobster forks. A set of 10 lobster forks, to be exact. What made me laugh is that, at one point in my pre-married life, I actually believed that my husband and I would spend evenings dining on lobster with 8 of our closest friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that within the first 5 years of our marriage, my husband and I had 3 children and had already accumulated a mass of debt. The only time those forks have been used is when I needed something small and pointy to poke a hole with. If I knew then what I know now, I’d have registered for a set of indestructible Corelle dishware and a lifetime supply of Resolve carpet cleaner when I got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our life together didn’t turn out quite like I had planned or imagined, my love for my husband and my commitment to our marriage has never waivered. Would I enjoy having more money,&amp;nbsp;less debt,&amp;nbsp;a bigger house and a nicer car? Probably. But, I treasure my husband and the life we do have together far more than anything money could buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if my love for Jesus runs that deep. Sure, I’m all about praising and thanking Him when life is going well. But, when the going gets tough, I’m way too quick to start griping. After all, why should someone who has a relationship with the King of the universe ever have to suffer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the truth is that becoming a Christian does not give us a “Get out of problems free” pass. In fact, many people face daily persecution and suffering because they are Christians. Jesus even said in the Book of John that “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." This is how we can praise him in both good and bad times, by remembering that He is still in control and working for our ultimate good, even on days when life doesn’t meet our expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6364035453209904011?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6364035453209904011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6364035453209904011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6364035453209904011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6364035453209904011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/07/lobster-forks.html' title='Lobster Forks'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1223818026804530382</id><published>2011-02-03T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:23:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinkles</title><content type='html'>I think most kids probably have a hard time with the concepts of appreciation and gratitude. Children become accustomed to having their needs met and often take for granted the many things we, as parents, do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own children are no exception. On my daughter’s most recent birthday, we were strapped for cash. One of the ways I helped to trim expenses was by making cupcakes for her class instead of buying them….Gasp! Betty Crocker I am not. And as a busy mom, just finding time on a hectic Monday night to make the cupcakes was a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was preparing the cupcakes, my daughter asked, “Did you get sprinkles?” I answered, “No…you didn’t tell me you wanted sprinkles”. “Awww…I really like sprinkles”, she responded with great disappointment. It was too late for me to go to the store, and honestly, I was a little irritated that, instead of being thankful for the cupcakes, she was griping about the lack of sprinkles. Then, the next day when I brought a Happy Meal and the now-sprinkled cupcakes to her at school (her new-best-friend Darren supplied me with sprinkles before I made my delivery) she griped at me for being 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I left her school feeling pretty unappreciated. Before long though, I realized that I treat my own Father the same way. When I gripe about my house being too small, my kids being too difficult, my job being too hard or my wallet being too empty, I’m really saying to God that I don’t appreciate his blessings. I’m choosing to focus on what God hasn’t given me and not the many things that He has. Fortunately, God offers far more grace to His children than I am often willing to offer mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you recognize a lack of gratitude in your own life, then let’s commit today to turn our attention to what we have and not what we lack. And, let’s remember to regularly express our appreciation for the wealth of blessings that God has showered on each of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1223818026804530382?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1223818026804530382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1223818026804530382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1223818026804530382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1223818026804530382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/02/sprinkles.html' title='Sprinkles'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5339547243768641885</id><published>2011-02-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:43:00.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambassadors</title><content type='html'>From time to time I have the opportunity to represent WBFJ at seminars, conferences and other professional events. On such occasions, I understand that I am a reflection of the radio station, and my words and actions have the potential to affect the way others view WBFJ. I take this seriously...I would never want to act in a way that would cause someone to see the station in a negative light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I try hard to be a good representative for WBFJ, I must also try to be a good representative for Christ. Everyone who is a Christian has this responsibility. People are watching us and basing what they think about Jesus on how we act. Unfortunately, we're not doing a very good job of consistently representing Him in a positive way. The Barna Group reports that a large majority of people aged 16-29 years old who are outside of the church view Christians as judgmental, hypocritical, insensitive, too-political and bigoted, among several other less than flattering adjectives¹.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I know many Christians who are not any of these things, I also know quite a few who fit this description quite well. Unfortunately, it is these folks who give us all and the Christ we represent a bad reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what adjectives should accurately describe followers of Christ? Galatians 5:22-23 gives us a pretty good working list, “…the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not perfect and we won't get it right all of the time. But, we can start by asking God each day to help us remember that we are a reflection of Him, a representation of who He is to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Kinnaman, David, and Lyons, Gabe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/unChristian-Generation-Really-Christianity-Matters/dp/0801013003"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unChristian: What a New Generation Really Thinks about Christianity... and Why It Matters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baker Books, 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5339547243768641885?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5339547243768641885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5339547243768641885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5339547243768641885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5339547243768641885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/08/ambassadors.html' title='Ambassadors'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7906001427655267017</id><published>2011-01-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:56:57.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Wherever You Are</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my friend’s pictures taken on her most recent mission trip to Guatemala when one photo in particular caught my eye. The photo was taken from behind a group of young kids who were sitting in folding chairs with their hands raised in worship. It was an interesting perspective: dozens of little brown colored arms lifted high in what was clearly an enthusiastic time of praise. The beauty of that moment was contrasted by the poor condition of the chairs the kids were seated in. They were all really beat up, with chipped paint and an assortment of dents and dings. I imagined that the chairs were probably pretty wobbly and made all sorts of squeaks and creaks any time their occupants shifted position. However, it was quite evident by the picture, that the poor condition of the children’s chairs took nothing away from the richness of their worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the picture was taken at a Compassion International Child Development Center. So, these kids are living deep in poverty. Their old and worn chairs a symbol of the underprivileged lives they experience. Yet, unhindered, here they were, worshiping the Lord with all their hearts, minds, souls and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Jesus tells us that unless we change and become like little children, we will never enter the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 18:3). Kids just get it! So often the love we offer God is conditional. Sure, we’re excited to worship God when everything in life is hunky-dory. It’s easy to shout His praises when things are going our way. But, how about when they are not? Are we just as sincere in our worship when life stinks, we don’t see an end in sight to our pain and, to be honest, we’re a little bit angry with God for letting it get that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times are tough, we need to remember that God hasn’t changed, our circumstances have. He’s still the same all-powerful, loving father we had when life was going well. He still deserves our worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s pray for hearts like those of the children in my friend’s picture, that He will foster in us love for Him that remains deep and strong, no matter if we are sitting in a plush easy chair or a squeaky old folding chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7906001427655267017?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7906001427655267017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7906001427655267017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7906001427655267017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7906001427655267017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/09/worship-wherever-you-are.html' title='Worship Wherever You Are'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5594049673681984376</id><published>2011-01-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:34:34.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling with Grace</title><content type='html'>Apparently, American schools may want to include basic walking skills as part of their physical education curriculum. For two years in a row, Miss USA has slipped and fallen during the evening gown portion of the Miss Universe Pageant. Crystle Stewart from Texas is this year’s falling star. And, while her stride may need a little work, she could teach a class on graceful recoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pageant, Miss Stewart had this to say about the incident, “"I"m perfectly fine. I'm going to move back to New York and get on with my life." Crystle is a motivational speaker and teaches a character education class. She plans to use the falling incident as a life lesson for her students, saying, "Sometimes you fall in life, not just in the pageant but financially or emotionally. It's not about the fall but how you pick yourself up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her attitude! She could have sat on the floor crying when she fell…but she didn’t, she got right back up, smiled and marched on. She could have blamed her fall on the person who designed her dress or accused her competitors of a conspiracy. But, she didn’t. She simply explained that she slipped on the beads on her dress, jokingly saying that she needed to take walking classes. Nope, no victim mentality for this Miss USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystle is absolutely right...an occasional fall in life is inevitable. However, the way we choose to handle these trip-ups is left completely up to us. We can choose to wallow in self pity, blame the world and live life as a victim. Or, we can pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and get on with life…learning a lesson or two along the way. And, don’t forget to that God’s hand is extended, offering to help you up off the ground. Think about the paralytic man Jesus healed in John 5. Jesus told him “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." And, after 38 years of being floor-bound, he got up and walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sitting on the floor today? Pray that God will give you the courage to grab on to His hand, allowing Him to pull you back up and for the strength to smile and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5594049673681984376?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5594049673681984376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5594049673681984376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5594049673681984376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5594049673681984376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-with-grace.html' title='Falling with Grace'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4035114135712937809</id><published>2011-01-18T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:39:06.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Synapses</title><content type='html'>In the last decade or so, scientists have uncovered lots of new information about how a baby’s brain develops. We now know that when a when a baby is born, her brain is wired for only the basic functions of life, like breathing and circulation. However, by the time a baby is a year old, her brain will much more closely resemble the brain of an adult than that of a newborn. The formation of synapses, little pathways that connect groups of brain cells to each other, is crucial in brain development. Synapse formation is driven by sensory stimulation. Every time a baby has a new experience, new connections are formed. This growth is so rapid, that in the first few months of life babies develop hundreds of TRILLIONS of these synapses. Sadly, babies who are victims of neglect, who are not nurtured and stimulated, develop fewer synapses, leading to potential learning disabilities or delays later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a baby’s brain development depends on new experiences, I am convinced that our faith develops in much the same way. Every time we experience God in a new or different way, our faith grows. And, we must actively pursue these new experiences. While there is great value in regularly attending church and being a member of a small group or Sunday school class, we cannot limit our spiritual experiences to only these activities. Personally, some of my greatest spiritual growth has happened outside of the four walls of church. Going on mission trips, spending time talking about God with non-believers, attending Christian concerts, trusting God to meet a need…these are all experiences that have formed my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Psalm 34:8, David invites us to seek God in tangible, sensory ways…to “Taste and see that the Lord is good”. Let’s ask God to reveal Himself to us in a new and different way today. Pray that He will provide us with experiences each day that build our faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4035114135712937809?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4035114135712937809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4035114135712937809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4035114135712937809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4035114135712937809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/06/spiritual-synapses.html' title='Spiritual Synapses'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5745825073982501289</id><published>2011-01-17T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:39:41.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm God's Favorite</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I am God’s favorite. Really… it’s true…God’s favorite, that’s me. “Wait a minute!”, you say, “how on earth can you just sit there and make such a bold statement? And what gives you the right to claim that you’re His favorite, anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like a preposterous thing to say, but let me explain…The band “Pocket Full of Rocks” has a song called “Now I Sing” and in the chorus it says, “But I tell ya, I'm God's favorite, he's got eyes only for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to ask Pocket’s lead singer, Michael, about the meaning of those lyrics. He said that, in the Bible, there are many different names for God and one of those names means “many-eyed”. In Jeremiah 23, God asks the question, &lt;em&gt;“Am I a God near at hand,” says the LORD, “And not a God afar off? Can anyone hide himself in secret places, So, I shall not see him?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has an eye for each one of us, which enables him to not only see everything all at once but also see each of us individually at the same time. That’s how the creator who holds the universe in his hands can also have an intimate relationship with each one of us. God’s love is not divided among His children, it is multiplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was so enamored by the idea of God thinking about him when he wrote Psalm 139.&lt;em&gt; Listen&lt;/em&gt; to his words:&lt;em&gt; "How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows me, he sees me and he has the capacity to love me just like I was his only child. So, there you have it…I am God’s favorite! And, guess what, so are you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5745825073982501289?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5745825073982501289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5745825073982501289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5745825073982501289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5745825073982501289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gods-favorite.html' title='I&apos;m God&apos;s Favorite'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7523281557185593613</id><published>2011-01-12T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:26:54.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustang Tami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/TS3yVK5dV3I/AAAAAAAAJ1o/rv0H2pfM2NA/s1600/mustang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/TS3yVK5dV3I/AAAAAAAAJ1o/rv0H2pfM2NA/s320/mustang.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not long ago my hubby and I were leaving a restaurant when a beautifully restored 1965 Mustang pulled into the parking lot. It had a shiny red body and black convertible top. I have always quietly wished I could own a classic Mustang just like the one in front of my eyes that night. As soon as Alton saw it he said, “Oh, look honey…there’s your car!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I’m not really a “car person”. I drive a minivan because it’s the most efficient way to haul my family of five around. Having a cool car just isn’t on my radar right now. But, sometime, in the past, I must have shared some Mustang Musings with my husband….and, he remembered that about me. I’m not sure why, but at that moment, I felt incredibly, deeply loved and abundantly blessed to be married to someone who knows me well enough to know even the little, trivial things about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think we all have a desire to be intimately, deeply known. When another person takes the time and makes the effort to learn the intricacies of our personality, they in many ways give us value. They are validating who we are by showing us that we are worth being known. Our Creator knows that we have this yearning to be known and He repeatedly expresses to us in the Bible that he does, in fact, know us thoroughly….right down to the number of hairs on our head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you feeling the need to be known by someone who loves you today? Open your Bible to Psalm 139. In it, David celebrates the intimate love God has for us. He says, “You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.” A few verses later, David says that God’s thoughts about us outnumber the grains of sand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s hard to understand how or why our Lord, the Creator of heaven and earth, &lt;em&gt;of all that is seen and unseen,&lt;/em&gt; would also focus his attention so specifically on each one of us. But, I am so glad that He does. I am so thankful that he loves me enough to know me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7523281557185593613?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7523281557185593613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7523281557185593613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7523281557185593613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7523281557185593613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2011/01/mustang-tami.html' title='Mustang Tami'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/TS3yVK5dV3I/AAAAAAAAJ1o/rv0H2pfM2NA/s72-c/mustang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8945984685243364060</id><published>2011-01-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:27:45.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Shoes</title><content type='html'>It’s always pretty obvious when young children start to express their independence by choosing their own outfits, isn’t it? My girls are both at that point and sometimes the outfits they put together are pretty…ahem...interesting. For example, on a recent Sunday morning, both girls had chosen nice dresses to wear to church. So, from the ankles up, they looked pretty good. However, they couldn’t find any matching dress shoes, so Carley had on a pair of beat up flip-flops and Laura was wearing bright red crocs with her black velour dress. Of course, I didn’t notice until we were getting out of our van in the church parking lot and it was too late to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup…they looked pretty silly in their dressy-dresses and ratty shoes. I explained to them, for what seemed like the 50th time, the importance of wearing dressy shoes with dressy clothes. I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed, too. What would people think about me…the mother of these shabby-shoed sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But leave it to God, He turned this situation into another teachable moment for me. God reminded me that when I became a Christian, I became clothed in Christ. Galatians 3:26-27 says, “You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.” I cannot imagine a finer garment than Christ! What does it look like when someone is clothed in Christ? Here’s a verse from Colossians 3:12 that gives a good description, “Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh! Even though I am clothed with Christ, the human side of me often behaves in some very un-Christian ways. Kind of like my girls the other day, I’ve got on a beautiful dress, but my shoes ruin the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been there before? If so, let’s pray today that God will point out to us the ugly shoes in our closets and that he will guide our attitudes, thoughts and behaviors so that they will every day come closer to matching up with the sparkling, beautiful clothing of Christ that we wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8945984685243364060?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8945984685243364060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8945984685243364060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8945984685243364060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8945984685243364060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugly-shoes.html' title='Ugly Shoes'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1408747232467323954</id><published>2011-01-07T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:55:07.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Mr. Peepers</title><content type='html'>There was a tragedy in our home recently. Mr. Peepers, my daughter Laura’s beloved pet parakeet had an unfortunate and fatal encounter with our young cat, Oreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any child (or adult) who loses a pet, Laura was heartbroken. She cried for days. Even though she was really, really sad, she maintained a level of maturity and grace that I hadn’t expected a 7 year old to be capable of. When I asked her if she was angry at Oreo, the feline offender, she said, “Sort of, but she didn’t really know any better. She was just doing what cats are supposed to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet example of forgiveness! Let’s face it…forgiveness deosn’t come naturally or easily, especially when you’ve been deeply hurt, or when the person who hurt you is unrepentant. But, when you think about it, who suffers most when we hold a grudge? When we refuse to forgive, we prevent our own wounds from healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are we hurting ourselves when we hold back forgiveness, but we’re also hurting our relationship with God. God will not hear your prayers, accept your offerings or even offer you forgiveness when you refuse to forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;“For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” (Matthew 6:14&amp;amp;15)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is also where we find the parable of the Unmerciful Servant. Even after his master forgave his large debt, he refused to forgive the smaller debts of another. Jesus ends this parable saying, &lt;em&gt;“In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed. This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart." (Matthew 18:34-35)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how deeply we hurt ourselves and hinder our spiritual growth when we harden our hearts toward others. If you are still holding a grudge ask God today to help you find the grace to forgive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1408747232467323954?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1408747232467323954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1408747232467323954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1408747232467323954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1408747232467323954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-mr-peepers.html' title='Farewell Mr. Peepers'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6622548155246403628</id><published>2011-01-05T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:35:34.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundant Living</title><content type='html'>In the Gospel of John, Jesus describes the kind of life He offers those who follow him, saying, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as Christians, I think we are not always the best representatives of people living a full life. And if our lives don’t look much different than the rest of the world’s, why would anyone want to know more about this Jesus we serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full life hard to define, but easier to describe. For starters, I am certain that someone living a full life is not angry all the time. She does not stand in judgment of others in order to feel better about herself. He will not demean his wife and children when he talks to them. A mom and dad living full lives place more importance on relationships with their children and each other and less emphasis on a spotless home and climbing professional ladders. Someone with a full life does not waste his time worrying about money; he trusts God with his needs, knowing his daily bread will be provided. She does not feel the need to keep up with the Jones’. He is a reliable, honest and hard working employee; she is a fair boss who lives out the role of a servant leader. He cherishes his wife and does not make room in his heart for lust. She is respectful of her husband both when talking to him and talking about him. His countenance is often joyful. She tries to behave lovingly even towards those whom she has a hard time liking. He does not allow the fear of the unknown to snuff out his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, these are just a few characteristics of an abundant life. Think of the people you know who seem to be living a full life. What is it that differentiates them from those who are not? What about your life? If your life-tank is on empty, ask God today to show you what is missing. Pray that He will guide you down a path which leads to abundant living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6622548155246403628?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6622548155246403628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6622548155246403628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6622548155246403628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6622548155246403628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/08/abundant-living.html' title='Abundant Living'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4316125886977559578</id><published>2011-01-01T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:36:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Solution</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! I pray that 2011 will be a year of abundant blessings and overflowing love for you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any New Year’s resolutions? If so, you’re in good company…lots of folks will attempt to lose weight, get out of debt, read the whole Bible or commit to some other form of self-improvement this year. Unfortunately, most of those goals will never be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do we have such a hard time keeping the promises we make to ourselves? One reason may be that we set our sights way too high. The goals we set are often more like daydreams…our ideal is often quite different from what our reality will allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, even more likely reason that I think we struggle to reach the resolution finish line is that we forget to consult God about our goals. We make all these plans for ourselves without first asking God what his plan is for us. Then we wonder why we keep missing the mark. But, really, who better to reveal to us the things that we need to work on this year than the one who created us and already knows what lies ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jeremiah, the Lord declares, “I know the plans I have for you.” (Jer 29:11). In Ephesians, Paul reminds us that “we have received an inheritance from God, for he chose us in advance, and he makes everything work out according to his plan.” (Eph 1:11) The book of Proverbs advises “Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom. Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil. Then you will have healing for your body and strength for your bones.” (Pr 3:5-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before you head down yet another path of unmet goals and disappointment with yourself, why not spend some time talking with and listening to the author of your life. Ask Him what he desires for your life and then base your goals on that. And be encouraged! When your plans are based on His will, he will give you everything you need to turn those resolutions into reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4316125886977559578?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4316125886977559578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4316125886977559578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4316125886977559578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4316125886977559578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolution-solution.html' title='Resolution Solution'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6037674947294061358</id><published>2010-12-30T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:27:58.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>I always get a little sad each year when we take down the Christmas tree and pack up the ornaments and decorations. Christmas is my favorite time of the year and saying goodbye to the Holiday season is bittersweet. It’s nice to reclaim my living room and to see an end to the chaos of Christmas, but it’s usually with a bit of melancholy that we return the seasonal trimmings to the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the cool thing, though…as Christians, Christmas is really not a once a year thing. It’s not something that we spend a month celebrating and then put away for another year. Even though the world may have turned it into something else, the whole point of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Well, isn’t that something worth celebrating every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gifts are given to represent the gifts given to Jesus by the “wise men” and as a reminder that Christ is God’s gift to our dying world. But, shouldn’t we exchange gifts of our love and time all year long as a reflection of His love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are all of those festive Christmas carols, anthems rejoicing the coming of the newborn King. When you think about it, though, aren’t Christmas carols another version of praise and worship songs, not unlike those we sing along with at church and on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December we appoint our homes with decorations, nativity scenes, lights and trees. But, our homes should be dedicated to the Lord and a beacon of his light throughout the year, shouldn’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angel announced Jesus’ birth to the shepherds, he didn’t say. “I bring you good news of great joy that will be celebrated once a year on December 25.” No, the good news of his birth, life, death and resurrection should give us great joy all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses from Ephesians paint a pretty accurate picture of what celebrating Christmas every day looks like, “Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.” (Eph 4:2-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we will make an effort to live out these verses, treating each other with loving-kindness, we will carry the so-called “Spirit of the Season” with us all year long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6037674947294061358?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6037674947294061358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6037674947294061358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6037674947294061358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6037674947294061358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/12/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7288629810425662928</id><published>2010-12-24T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:38:05.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Simple Charlie Brown!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movies of all time is A Charlie Brown Christmas. I refuse to buy it on DVD, because being able to watch it just any time seems to take away from the “special-ness” of it. No, I wait patiently until it makes it’s once a year appearance on ABC. I sit there in my PJ’s sipping hot chocolate and munching popcorn, letting the warm feelings of Childhood take over for a precious half-an-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message in this movie is the best part!! Not just the message, but more importantly, the way it is delivered. I spoke with someone recently who said he grew up in the church, but it wasn’t until he saw “A Charlie Brown Christmas” that he really understood the Gospel. How can this be? How can a kid go to church week after week, listen to sermon after sermon and not understand the Gospel, but then watch a 30 minute cartoon and finally get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I think. In the Gospel according to Linus, the “Good News” about Jesus is presented in it’s simplest and purest form. It is not clouded by church doctrine, denominational differences or a judgmental tone. Nope, Charlie Brown asks, “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” and Linus lays it out for him. No visual aids, no 20 minute musical number, just a humble recitation of Luke Chapter 2, the story of the night Jesus was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my prayer. The next time a friend cries out, wanting to know the meaning of life…please help me follow Linus’ humble example. Help me to get out of the way of your truth! Help me to desire to be the moon, reflecting your light, not trying to generate a light of my own in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7288629810425662928?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7288629810425662928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7288629810425662928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7288629810425662928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7288629810425662928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-it-simple-charlie-brown.html' title='Keep It Simple Charlie Brown!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4122735089162453528</id><published>2010-12-02T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:28:29.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Gifts</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten a gift that you were really excited about until someone else’s unkind remarks about the item dampened your enthusiasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one year my son reeeally wanted a skateboard for Christmas and his Granny and Papa were more than happy to grant his 4-wheeled wish. He was so thrilled on Christmas eve when he opened their gift. His excitement lasted a few days until he showed the board to a few of his more skate-board savvy friends, who were less than impressed with it. They said his board wasn’t one of the name brands and it’s wheels and trucks were second rate. Andrew’s bubble was burst and the gift he once thought was awesome was now less than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan tries to steal my joy in the same way sometimes. Recently, I had a number of really wonderful blessings all happening within days of each other. At first, I was overjoyed by the wonderful gifts my Father was showering down on me. But then, I started to worry…what if something really bad was getting to happen and God was trying to buffer it with all of the good stuff. Pretty soon, my joy about the good things was being overshadowed by my anxiety over the bad things I had imagined might be lurking in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How foolish! I was letting Satan steal my joy and diminish my appreciation for God’s gifts. But the Bible clearly tells us that “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” (James 1:17). In Nehemia, we’re told not to fear, but to let the joy of the Lord be our strength (Neh 8:10). And, in Philippians, our instruction is to rejoice in the Lord always, be anxious about nothing, pray about everything and in turn we’ll experience peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it’s pretty clear that the blessings we are given from God should be embraced with unreserved joy and thankfulness, not with fear. Cling to His truths and Satan will not be able to steal your joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4122735089162453528?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4122735089162453528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4122735089162453528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4122735089162453528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4122735089162453528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-gifts.html' title='Good Gifts'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3294585308933701430</id><published>2010-12-01T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:09:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Flames</title><content type='html'>There was a story in the news this week that just broke my heart. A Thomasville man named Jason Powers was killed Sunday night trying to rescue his young son from their home which had caught fire. When the fire began late Sunday night, the family escaped safely. But, when they got outside they realized that their 2 year old was missing. So, Jason did what I guess most parents would do, he ran back into the burning building to look for his son. After he had gone back into the home, the boy’s mother found their son safely outside. Unfortunately, Jason had to be pulled out of the home by a neighbor and did not survive his injuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What motivates a man to run back into the blazing building that he had just escaped? Love. Pure, undefiled, unconditional love. It’s that same kind of love, on a much grander, supernatural scale, that propelled Jesus from the majesty and perfection of the Heavenly realms, down to our hurting world…to die in order to rescue us, his children, from the flames of hell. &lt;br /&gt;“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Christmas time, and there is no doubt that you and I will encounter several nativity scenes. This year as you are gazing at the precious, innocent newborn in the center of the scene, know that He represents the extreme, radical love that our Father God has for each one of us. That baby Jesus is God in flesh, running into the burning building to pull us out. How could we ever doubt his love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - you can be a part of spreading God’s radical love through the WBFJ Christmas Blessing! Head on-line to http://www.wbfj.fm/cmasbusiness.html to find out how you can donate goods and services or make a financial contribution as WBFJ reaches out to 5 local families in need of a helping hand for the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3294585308933701430?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3294585308933701430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3294585308933701430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3294585308933701430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3294585308933701430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/12/through-flames.html' title='Through the Flames'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-787060494634895113</id><published>2010-11-30T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:34:00.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians or Gladiators</title><content type='html'>Giorgio, a devout Roman Catholic, was our guide when my mom and I visited the famed Vatican City. He did a great job leading the tour and his passion for the subject matter was evident. One of the areas we visited was St. Peters Square, a large public area (which is actually round in shape) situated directly outside of St. Peter’s Basillica. In the round square is an area where, every Wednesday, the Pope addresses an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chuckle when Giorgio described this event. He said, “On Wednesday, thousands of Christians will gather here to see the Pope.” Then he asked, “However, once the Pope appears and begins his journey around the square, can you guess how many Christians will still be here?” He then answered his own question, “None…the Christians will disappear and the square will be filled with gladiators, attacking each other in order to get closer to the Pope!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His description, although humorous to a degree, unfortunately describes a lot of us who are Christians, yet quickly forget to be Christ-like when we put our wants and needs before those of others. Think of the way so many of us behave during the Christmas season. I’ve seen more than one fish-bearing automobile racing through a parking lot in order to cut off another vehicle attempting to pull into a good parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we make our way through each hectic day, let’s not forget whose name we represent, remembering these words from Galatians 6:9-10, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-787060494634895113?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/787060494634895113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=787060494634895113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/787060494634895113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/787060494634895113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/11/christians-or-gladiators.html' title='Christians or Gladiators'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7053124413042437066</id><published>2010-11-29T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:33:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Left My Heart in San Gimignano</title><content type='html'>Pretty much my whole life I have dreamed of going to Italy. Maybe it’s because I grew up in New York living next door to a wonderful Sicilian family. Maybe it’s because of my love for Italian food and culture. This adoration of all things Italy even led to my choosing L’Italiano as my foreign language choice in college even thought Spanish would have been a much more practical option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 36 years of dreaming about it, I was able to travel to the “Old Country” and experience Italy, thanks to a wonderful birthday gift from my mom. And, I was not disappointed one bit. Italy was everything I had imagined and then some. At one point during the trip, I found myself standing on the highest part of a tower on the edge of a village that was built 250 years before Christ, overlooking the breathtaking Tuscan landscape. A harpist softly played a melody in the olive grove below and I could literally feel my heart aching for that moment to last forever. There are still times that I look at pictures from the trip and feel that heart-ache all over again. It is a longing that just won’t go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having one of those moments the other day when I realized that it’s probably a good thing the Bible is very limited in it’s description of heaven. In the past I have been frustrated that God has not revealed more about what we can look forward to when we finally make it home. But, I think I may understand why He didn’t. If my heart can ache over another place on this planet, I cannot imagine how I’d feel if I ever got a real glimpse into heaven only to have to continue living here on earth. I’m not sure I’d be able to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Corinthians 2:9, Paul writes about how little we really know about Heaven, “Corinthians 2:9, “…but just as it is written, ‘Things which eye has not seen and ear has not heard, and which have not entered the heart of man, all that God has prepared for those who love Him.’"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures tell us just enough about heaven to know that it is a place we can look forward to, a place deserving of our longings. However, there is so much here on earth that needs to be accomplished before we get there. I think if we really understood what heaven would be like, we might never get our heads out of the clouds to take care of the earthly business at hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7053124413042437066?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7053124413042437066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7053124413042437066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7053124413042437066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7053124413042437066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-left-my-heart-in-san-gimignano.html' title='I Left My Heart in San Gimignano'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7958603189451101258</id><published>2010-11-17T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:22:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Ceasing</title><content type='html'>I hate exercise. I always have. I have never understood people who say they just looove to spend time at the gym. I don’t like pain or sweat or pain mixed with sweat. Yet, I fully understand how important it is to get physical activity each day, so I look for ways to sneak in exercise to my daily routine. For example, every time I brush my teeth and every time I sit at a red light, I tighten my abs. When I’m in the kitchen waiting for something to cook in the microwave, I do push-ups leaning on the kitchen counter or I walk in place. There are lots of other ways to add activity to your day: park your car far away when you go shopping, take the steps instead of the elevator, march in place while folding laundry, dance with your kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is another thing that I have to “work in” to my daily comings and goings. I really value having an open line of communication with God and I find that when I don’t regularly use it, God feels further and further away. Don’t get me wrong, I know that quiet time with God at a set time each day is valuable, but I have to admit I’m pretty undisciplined about regularly having that time. So, I try to pray throughout the day. Here are some easy ways to do this. Before you put the kids on the bus or drop them off at school, pray about the day ahead. Do the same on your way to work, praying for strength to face whatever challenges that may come your way. When doing housework, praise God for the blessing of having a house to clean and pray for your household. At the grocery store or cooking dinner, praise him for your daily bread. When you are lying in bed at night, pray for your spouse. It’s not important how you do it or where you do it, the only thing that matters is that you keep that conversation with God flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of praying throughout the day is not a new one. Remember Paul’s words to the Thessalonians? “Rejoice always; pray without ceasing in everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7958603189451101258?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7958603189451101258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7958603189451101258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7958603189451101258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7958603189451101258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/without-ceasing.html' title='Without Ceasing'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-6658980706561821263</id><published>2010-10-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:54:59.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>Hi, I’m Tami, and this is a Moment for Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a chance to meet Bob Berklow, the head chaplain for Alpha Acres, a drug and alcohol recovery program for men. The men in the program spend a year living at Alpha Acres which is situated on over 100 acres in Yadkinville. For the past two years, Alpha Acres has taken advantage of their sprawling property and hosted a giant corn maze as an outreach to the community and a fundraiser for the program. It’s been a huge success, with hundreds of people coming each year to enjoy a day of old-fashioned family fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Bob says he wasn’t sure if the corn maze would happen. You see, one requirement for a corn maize is very tall corn. After all, finding your way through a corn maze when you can see over the stalks is not much of a challenge. Growing tall corn requires a fair amount of rain during the growing season. And, this past summer, Bob says they hardly got any rain at all. So, he did what a good chaplain should do, he prayed for rain. And he prayed, and prayed and then prayed some more. But, the rain never fell. Bob started to worry. Why wasn’t God answering his pleas for precipitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob says that what he saw was that, despite his prayers, no rain was falling. But what he didn’t see was that, despite the lack of rain, his corn was growing, and growing well. In fact by the end of the season, Alpha Acres corn grew over 9’ tall, while a neighboring farmer’s corn grew only about half that tall. Bob now laughs at his poor observational skills. He realizes that God WAS hearing and answering his prayers. Just not in the way he’d expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, God often doesn’t answer our prayers the way we expect, does He? In Isaiah 55:8 God tells us that he doesn’t do things the way we do them and he doesn’t think the way we think. And, in Proverbs 3:5, we’re reminded to “Trust in the Lord with all our Hearts and lean not on our own understanding”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you feel like your prayers aren’t being heard, look around. God may be working, just not the in the way you expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-6658980706561821263?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/6658980706561821263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=6658980706561821263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6658980706561821263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/6658980706561821263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/11/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the Unexpected'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5780824606426012149</id><published>2010-09-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:15:23.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking out of the Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>Someone once suggested I become a stand up comedienne. My response was that the job sounded kind of hard, could I be a sit-down comedienne instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m somewhat obsessed with comfort…you could even say I’m a bit lazy, although I hate to admit it. But, when you think about it, we’re all kind of fixated on being comfortable, right? The number one selling chair in America is the Lazy-Boy recliner. How many of us have stayed at a Comfort-Inn before? When we’re at the end of a stressful day, what kind of dinner do we crave? Comfort food! At night we even slip into our comfy PJ’s and under the covers, also known as our &lt;em&gt;comforters&lt;/em&gt;. The "American Dream" might be defined as making a comfortable living, living in a comfortable home located somewhere on Easy Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, consider this…have you ever met anyone who did something great while pursuing comfort for him or herself? Think about all of the heroes of the Bible, they were faced with some pretty uncomfortable circumstances while living out God’s purpose for their lives. Abraham had to make uncomfortable choices, Moses had to face his fear of public speaking, Noah had to put up with years of ridicule from his neighbors for building a boat in the desert. Our friends in the New Testament didn’t have it any easier. Jesus faced the cross, Paul faced Prison, the early church faced severe persecution. If any of these folks had made comfort their priority, think of the much larger blessings they would have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ Lee once told me that miracles happen in the places that lie just outside of our comfort zone. I have tested this theory and found it to be true. Therefore, the challenge for you and I is to figure out where that place is, and with God’s strength, to go there and be a part of the miracles He is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a great story about a miracle that God worked in your life that happened outside of your “comfort zone”? Please share it by commenting below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5780824606426012149?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5780824606426012149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5780824606426012149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5780824606426012149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5780824606426012149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-out-of-comfort-zone.html' title='Breaking out of the Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-9163587911260497766</id><published>2010-09-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:09:44.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws and All</title><content type='html'>Michelangelo’s statue of David is arguably one of the world’s most famous works of art. This stunning piece of work depicts in remarkably life-like detail a young, strong David, with stone in hand as he prepares to slay the Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s interesting, though, is that the huge chunk of marble that Michelangelo used to create David had previously been rejected by at least two other Italian sculptors. They complained that the marble was full of veins and too porous. It could easily shatter with just one wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Michelangelo saw a masterpiece in that highly flawed chunk of rock, and 3 years later, his careful workmanship came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of folks who believe deep in their hearts that God could not possibly use them for anything important, because they have too many flaws. Maybe you feel this way about yourself. However, this line of thinking sells God short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is full of stories of very flawed folks who God used to great things. I think God prefers to use messed up people, because when they are victorious there’s no doubt that God is the one who deserves the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this verse from 2 Corinthians "'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' "Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do not be deceived. God can indeed use you for mighty and beautiful things. Allow him to be the artist, sculpting you day by day from that big chunk of flawed rock into the masterpiece that he sees within…just waiting to be created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-9163587911260497766?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/9163587911260497766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=9163587911260497766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9163587911260497766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/9163587911260497766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/flaws-and-all.html' title='Flaws and All'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4464311788658326527</id><published>2010-09-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:14:41.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Sidewalk Ends</title><content type='html'>I’m pretty sure that, within the past few years, the town where I live has passed some sort of ordinance mandating that all new buildings constructed within town limits must include a sidewalk along the perimeter of their property. I’m assuming this because I’ve begun noticing spans of sidewalk in front of new homes and buildings even when those stretches don’t connect to any others. They look a little weird, really, these random bits of walkways that lead nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guessing the sidewalk ordinance is part of a plan to help our town be more accessible by foot, more “walk-able”, and I applaud the effort. It must require some very forward thinking council members to put such a plan into motion. Think about it, the people who got the sidewalk ball rolling will, most likely, not live long enough to really appreciate it’s benefits. Decades will pass before, section by section, all of the pieces connect allowing pedestrians walk around town without ever running out of sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind of like parenting, isn’t it? As moms and dads we are constantly, often tediously, paving the way for our children’s futures. We do so knowing that many years will pass before we see the outcome of our work. It’s often not until our children have children of their own before we can sit back and congratulate ourselves on a parenting job well done. And, some of us may never have the opportunity this side of heaven to see the work we began in our children completed. That’s tough to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do have assurance that the work we are doing today will eventually come to fruition. Consider this nugget of parenting wisdom from Proverbs 22:6, “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” I love this verse because it reminds us that the often thankless task of laying the groundwork for our children that we do today, will eventually be rewarded. Those random stretches of sidewalk we lay each day will, someday, all connect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4464311788658326527?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4464311788658326527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4464311788658326527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4464311788658326527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4464311788658326527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-sidewalk-ends.html' title='Where the Sidewalk Ends'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-973911313392515208</id><published>2010-09-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:07:29.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman He Deserves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 5:22 &amp;amp; 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. 25Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I recently celebrated 12 years of marriage. And, as cliché as it may sound, I am more in love with him now than I have ever been. It helps when you’re married to an incredible guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was thinking the other day about what a great husband my Alton is, and how awful of a wife I can be sometimes…getting impatient over little things, nagging him when I’m not happy and pointing out his faults and mistakes. You know, any guy willing to clean house, do laundry, clean up after sick kids, and so on, certainly deserves better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to thinking about what the wife my husband deserves would be like. She’d definitely be beautiful, with a fantastic body. Even first thing in the morning she’d be lovely and sweet. She’d always be patient, loving, quick to compliment and slow to criticize. She’d be an excellent homemaker. He’d come home to a spotless, orderly house and a delicious, hot meal every day. She’d also be a great mother, president of the PTA, an active volunteer in the community and a part-time aerobics instructor to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? But instead of the wife he deserves, my husband has me, the wife he got. But, do you want to know the most amazing part of the whole thing? He loves me like I was that other woman! How incredible is that? How Christ-like is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ephesians, our Husbands are told to love us just as Christ loved the church. We certainly are not the church Christ deserves, are we? We fall so short of that kind of righteousness. But he loves us anyway! So much so that he died for us! I’ll never be the perfect wife Alton deserves, I’m human. We’ll never be the perfect body that Christ is worthy of, we’re human. But in both cases a good dose of submission and endless amounts of grace will go a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-973911313392515208?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/973911313392515208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=973911313392515208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/973911313392515208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/973911313392515208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/09/woman-he-deserves.html' title='The Woman He Deserves'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-382280465116902878</id><published>2010-09-07T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:08:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracefilled but not Graceful</title><content type='html'>My husband and I once won a gold medal. No, really, it’s true…we won the Gold medal in the couples synchronized swimming at the 2008 Camp Bethel Family Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that we did not win because of skill or grace or choreography. No, it was our total and complete goofiness that helped us take the gold. We performed our routine to the song, “Trading My Sorrows” by Darrel Evans, using movements we learned in Kid’s Church. We were over-the-top in our delivery. There are videos circulating and I’m sure they’ll eventually end up on You Tube…I won’t be able to hold off my black-mailers much longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Alton and I don’t usually partake in such random silliness, in public anyway. But, we feel so much love from the close friends we have made at Family Camp, that we felt it was OK to step out of our comfort zone. We knew it was safe to just loosen up and have fun, knowing that we would still be accepted no matter how goofy we got. I firmly believe that we all need friends like that in our lives. People that we can show our true, unguarded selves to without fear of rejection. More importantly, we also need to find that level of trust in our relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a believer, can I really present my true, messed up, baggage carrying, soiled, sinful self to God and trust that he will still love me back? Thanks to Grace that answer is a firm YES. Check out the following verses from Ephesians 2: 4But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have accepted Jesus, you can surely rest easy in the security of His love and Grace. You are His workmanship, His treasure in a Jar of Clay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-382280465116902878?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/382280465116902878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=382280465116902878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/382280465116902878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/382280465116902878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/09/gracefilled-but-not-graceful.html' title='Gracefilled but not Graceful'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7391383066627913710</id><published>2010-09-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:37:32.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>I’ve always had trouble singing along with Mercy Me’s song, “Bring the Rain.” And, no, it’s not because I’m such a bad singer. The problem is the lyrics, “And I know they’ll be days when my life brings me pain, but if that’s what it takes to praise you, Jesus bring the rain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must take an incredible amount of spiritual maturity and faith in God to say to Him, “Lord, I trust you enough that if it is within your will to allow pain in my life for whatever greater purpose you may have, then go right ahead…bring the rain”. To be honest, I don’t think I’m there yet. I like my comfortable, happy life. Pain? Not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know that Bart Millard, the lead singer of Mercy Me and co-author of the song, knows exactly the implications of these words. Bart has seen more of his share of rain, including the untimely deaths of his father and his brother-in-law. In addition, his son was recently diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes. So, I would consider Bart to be an authority on the way that God uses our painful experiences as opportunities for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have to take Bart’s word on it...God’s word verifies this in Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” And, Bart is not the only person who has gladly accepted difficulties with a greater purpose of growth in mind. In the first book of Peter, the disciple says, “In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody enjoys trials, but we are all bound to go through them. When we do, let’s turn our eyes to Jesus, asking him not only for comfort, but that he will reveal a greater purpose for our pain. He is Holy and almighty. So, tell me…what’s a little rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7391383066627913710?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7391383066627913710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7391383066627913710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7391383066627913710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7391383066627913710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-bring-rain.html' title='Jesus, Bring the Rain'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1276849072558779145</id><published>2010-08-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:36:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical...and Spritual!</title><content type='html'>My family enjoys an occasional hike at one of North Carolina’s many beautiful state parks that are nearby. On one such trip recently, we either underestimated the incline of the trail we had decided to take or we over estimated our level physical fitness. Either way, the 4 and ½ mile trail (half of which was uphill by the way) was nearly the death of me. I did make it to the top and was rewarded with a beautiful view. However, there were many times on the way up that I found myself wishing that I would have been more committed to my daily exercise in the months leading up to that day. If I had been, surely this hike would not have been such a traumatic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggle to climb that mountain is a good reminder of what happens when we haven’t been conditioning our spiritual muscles and we come up against a difficult situation in our lives. When molehills begin to feel like mountains it doesn’t take long for me to realize that I haven’t been spending enough time with God. And, even though He’ll help me get through what ever trial it is that I’m currently facing, it would have been a whole lot easier if I hadn’t waited until I was mid-mountain to pick up my Bible and start praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fourth chapter of 1st Timothy, Paul writes a lot about the importance of spiritual conditioning, here are a few of those verses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Until I come, devote yourself to the public reading of Scripture, to preaching and to teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) Be diligent in these matters; give yourself wholly to them, so that everyone may see your progress. (16) Watch your life and doctrine closely. Persevere in them, because if you do, you will save both yourself and your hearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pray today that God will help us find the time and motivation to spend time daily with Him so that our spiritual muscles will be in good enough shape to handle whatever challenges come our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1276849072558779145?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1276849072558779145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1276849072558779145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1276849072558779145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1276849072558779145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-get-physicaland-spritual.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical...and Spritual!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7008973582142745550</id><published>2010-08-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:01:31.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Deal!</title><content type='html'>I have a new title for myself today…”Official Game Show Reject”. You see, I auditioned at this weekend’s open casting call for Deal or No Deal. And, you guessed it...I didn’t make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the audition, I really tried hard not to get my hopes up. I knew in my head that I probably would not be chosen for the show. But, there was a big part of me that was pretty confident that I had a good shot. In fact, I had already decided who I would bring on the show with me and how I’d spend my winnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the audition, I had 20 seconds to “sell” myself to the show’s casting director. And, I gave it everything I had. I tried to be enthusiastic and personable. I even threw in the fact that, if I won big money on the show, I’d buy a bigger house so my poor, widowed mother could move in with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, evidently, what I gave just wasn’t good enough. I knew I was finished when I got the whole, “Don’t call us, we’ll call you” routine. And, as much as I hate to admit it, it hurt! The feeling reminded me of my single days when I was interested in a guy who didn’t feel the same way about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my dejected state didn’t last too long. I realized that there were thousands of people auditioning that day who wouldn’t make it either...many of whom had camped out overnight and waited for hours in a cold rain for their chance at instant wealth. So, at least I was in good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, nobody enjoys rejection. Think about the way you felt the last time it happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we’ll all probably have plenty of experience with rejection over the course of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can promise you this. There is One who will never reject you. Your heart is safe with God. Romans 8:38 &amp;amp; 39 confirms it: “I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be assured….God will never tell you that you are not good enough. His love and acceptance are 100% guaranteed by the blood Jesus shed on the cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7008973582142745550?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7008973582142745550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7008973582142745550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7008973582142745550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7008973582142745550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-deal.html' title='No Deal!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-1379553359626180447</id><published>2010-08-16T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:34:48.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAPED for Minsitry</title><content type='html'>If you know me you know that I am passionate about adoption and caring for orphans. As an adopted child, it’s an issue that is deeply important to me. I realize how vastly different my life may have turned out had I grown up in an orphanage if not for the two loving parents who raised me and the loving birth mother who did everything she could to ensure that my forever family would be a good one. There by the grace of God go I. And, I figure the least I can do is tell everyone I know about the plight of the 140+ million orphans in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, we have a biblical mandate to care for orphans. James 1:27 says “Pure and lasting religion in the sight of God our Father means that we must care for orphans and widows in their troubles, and refuse to let the world corrupt us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also have to remember that there are a lot of other people God has called us to care for…widows, aliens, the homeless, the imprisoned. The “least of these” is a pretty broad category! God has taken my experience, history and gifts and turned them into a passion he and I share for orphans. However, maybe your passion lies somewhere else. That’s OK! God wants it that way. If we were all focused on orphans, who would speak out for and take care of everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:10 says “Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a unique ministry calling just for you. Rick Warren’s book “The Purpose Driven Life” is a great place to start if you are still trying to figure out where you fit into His plans. Rick says we all have a unique and God-given SHAPE for ministry…it’s made up of our Spiritual Gifts, Heart, Abilities, Personality and Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to look inside, praying that God will reveal to you your own shape for ministry how he plans to use you in his kingdom. And, pray that when he answers, you’ll have the discernment, courage, faith and resources to hear and act upon his call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-1379553359626180447?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/1379553359626180447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=1379553359626180447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1379553359626180447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/1379553359626180447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/11/shaped-for-minsitry.html' title='SHAPED for Minsitry'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3577100274023349639</id><published>2010-08-14T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:44:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Parenting</title><content type='html'>There is a couple at my church named John and Suzanne that have taken on a wonderful new endeavor. They serve as foster parents to newborn babies while the adoptive parents work out all the legal stuff required tobring their baby home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Suzanne go way above and beyond the job requirements of foster parents. They realize that these children’s adoptive parents are missing the first days, weeks or months of their child’s life, and they do everything possible to fill in those blanks. They take tons of pictures every day and write down all of the baby’s firsts. When the babies they foster arrive at their permanent homes, they come with a scrapbook full of pictures and information chronicling their young lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple treats these little babies as if they were their own, even though they know that their time with them is limited. And, every late night feeding, each cuddle and kiss and even every diaper change makes it harder to say good bye. But, Suzanne says she knows that the babies have a loving mom and dad who long to bring them home, so she is able to let each little one go, knowing they are being sent into the arms of loving parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about what John and Suzanne do, I realize that my job as a parent isn’t much different. Listen to these verses from John 1:12-13 &lt;em&gt;Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God.&lt;/em&gt; So, while we tend to think of our children as belonging to us, that’s only partially true. More accurately, we are foster parents, temporarily assigned to care for God’s children. Our duty is to love them, care for them and fully prepare them for the day they will go to their “forever home”. And, when we look at it that way, we can realize what a great honor it is that God has chosen us for the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3577100274023349639?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3577100274023349639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3577100274023349639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3577100274023349639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3577100274023349639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/07/foster-parenting.html' title='Foster Parenting'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8040364354580861022</id><published>2010-08-11T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:09:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Friends Like Those...</title><content type='html'>Listen to these words from the Old Testament of the Bible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. He bestows rain on the earth; he sends water upon the countryside. The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely God does not reject a blameless man or strengthen the hands of evildoers. He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“if you put away the sin that is in your hand and allow no evil to dwell in your tent, then you will lift up your face without shame; you will stand firm and without fear. You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier…these are verses found in the Bible and I think we can all agree that they speak the truth about the depth of God’s love for us, his children. These words could certainly be used to offer encouragement and hope to a friend going through a difficult time. However, the people who spoke these words did not speak them in love or with the intention of lifting up a hurting friend. In fact, it was quite the opposite. When Eliphaz, Bildad and Zophar said these words to their friend Job, their intention was to convince Job that it was the sin and error in his life that caused God to punish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Job had just lost his home, his children, his wealth and his health. Instead of empathy, these three friends only offered judgment and condemnation. God was not pleased with their advice to Job. In fact, He said to Eliphaz, "I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken of me what is right, as my servant Job has.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the lesson here is that there is a big difference between speaking the truth and speaking the truth in love. It can be tempting when someone comes to us with a problem to point out what got them there in the first place, but when is that helpful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me in praying that God will lead us to people who are filled with wisdom and love. And, that we will remember to carefully search our own hearts before we offer advice to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8040364354580861022?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8040364354580861022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8040364354580861022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8040364354580861022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8040364354580861022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-friends-like-those.html' title='With Friends Like Those...'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-593966060740036991</id><published>2010-08-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:23:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plank in My Eye</title><content type='html'>One of the stumbling blocks I really struggle with overcoming is my tendency to judge others. This became painfully apparent during a conversation with a close friend a few days ago. He told me that he felt very distant from God, like God had forgotten all about him. I should have been listening to my friend and offering empathy. Instead, I was too busy picking apart his faith in my mind. I wondered silently how often this person read the Bible and prayed and what he was doing to actively serve the Lord. All on my own, I had come to the conclusion that this person was obviously not serious about his faith, or he wouldn’t be having this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD I didn’t open my mouth. Because, in the midst of my self-righteous line of thinking, I was gently reminded of the times I had felt the same kind of distance from God that my friend had been experiencing. I also was reminded that I don’t spend nearly enough time in the word and in prayer, so I had no business judging someone else’s spiritual life. Thankfully, the Holy Spirit put me right back in my place before I said anything that would have hurt my friend. He was already feeling bad about his relationship with Jesus. He needed consolation, not condemnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many verses in the Bible that warn us about the dangers of judging others. Probably the most well known come from Matthew 7:1-5, where Jesus says, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you are like me and struggle with judgmentalism, let’s pray that God will remind us of the planks in our eyes and that the sins we focus on correcting will be our own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-593966060740036991?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/593966060740036991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=593966060740036991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/593966060740036991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/593966060740036991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/06/plank-in-my-eye.html' title='The Plank in My Eye'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-7694931239187737955</id><published>2010-08-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:40:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firm Foundation</title><content type='html'>I had the unique experience of witnessing the demolition of a home being re-built for the show Extreme Makeover Home Edition. I’ve been a big fan of this show since its first season, so being on the set and watching the behind-the-scenes action was so much fun. The demolition phase was very cool. It’s amazing how quickly something that must have taken months to build can be smashed onto oblivion! This step is essential, because without a solid foundation, all of the work the builders are preparing to do to construct this home would be at risk of ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing goes for us when we become Christians. There is a process of ripping away the old attitudes, thoughts and behaviors and allowing the Holy Spirit to create us anew. We also need a new foundation to build our new lives upon, or these new walls could come tumbling down. That foundation is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the way Jesus is described in 1 Peter 2: 4-6, “ You are coming to Christ, who is the living cornerstone of God’s temple. He was rejected by people, but he was chosen by God for great honor. And you are living stones that God is building into his spiritual temple. What’s more, you are his holy priests. Through the mediation of Jesus Christ, you offer spiritual sacrifices that please God. As the Scriptures say, “I am placing a cornerstone in Jerusalem, chosen for great honor, and anyone who trusts in him will never be disgraced.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible advises us that Jesus is to be the cornerstone for our lives. In the construction of a masonry foundation, a cornerstone is laid first and the rest of the bricks or stones are set in line with this first stone. If the cornerstone is set incorrectly, the lines and angles of the entire foundation of the building will be off. Likewise, when we allow Jesus to be the cornerstone of our lives, we can be sure that we’re on a straight path with a firm foundation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-7694931239187737955?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/7694931239187737955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=7694931239187737955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7694931239187737955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/7694931239187737955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/10/firm-foundation.html' title='Firm Foundation'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3997214640710070200</id><published>2010-08-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:21:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management the iPod Way</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I spent some time adding new music to my mp3 player. My player is pretty small, it’s a 2 gig, which means it will hold about 500 songs. I know that, that sounds like a lot of music, but I have discovered that it doesn’t take long to fill up. So, when I saw yesterday that I was nearing capacity I knew it was time to make some tough choices…time to delete some files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that each song falls into one of three categories…The first category is songs that I know are keepers…these are my favorites, the ones that always put a smile on my face. The second category is comprised of songs I have no problems deleting, these are the ones that, for whatever reason, I’ve lost interest in. The third category (most of the songs fall into this one) are the songs in between…these are the ones that I like a lot, but not so much that their space in my player is eternally secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was organizing my tunes…I realized that if I applied the same system to managing my time, my life would probably be a lot more balanced. Think about it…like my mp3 player’s memory, our time is limited. We each get 24 hours a day, that’s it. And, like the thousands and thousands of really good songs that I could choose to add to my playlist, there are countless events, commitments and other worthwhile things vying for our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible encourages us to plan our time wisely…listen to this verse from Ephesians, “Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.” We cannot do it all, my friend, and sometimes tough decisions have to be made so that we can at least get to the important things. Is your day filled to capacity…and then some? Start by making a list of everything that occupies your time. Then decide which things are so important they hold a permanent position on your calendar, which things are working in your life for the time being, but could be cut if needed. Finally, decide which things add nothing but dead weight to your day. Those are the things that are ready to be deleted from your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3997214640710070200?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3997214640710070200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3997214640710070200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3997214640710070200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3997214640710070200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-weekend-i-spent-some-time-adding.html' title='Time Management the iPod Way'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-5475999149743212436</id><published>2010-08-03T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:19:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Magic Moment</title><content type='html'>Our kids got new bikes for Easter this year and we spent much of Easter Weekend teaching them how to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son Andrew had a really hard time learning. After the first day of trying to master it with no success, he had given up. That evening, with bitterness in his voice, he said, “you know how, in the movies, when a kid learns to ride his bike, there’s that Magic Moment where the Dad is running beside the bike, holding it steady and then, all of a sudden, the Dad lets go and the kid keeps peddling off into the sunset. We’ll I didn’t have that Magic Moment…I want my Magic Moment!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever listened to other’s testimonies about how they came to know Christ and felt like you missed out on your Magic Moment? I’m talking about the kind of person who was living the worst kind of life imaginable until he had this Huge, Life Changing Encounter with Jesus that instantly turned his life around, never returning to his old, sinful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kinds of transformation are amazing, and Praise God for them. But, if you didn’t have that kind of drastic experience, you may question why your salvation story is less than spectacular. When others had an experience that left them immediately able to turn away from past vices completely: smoking, drinking, sex, drugs…why do you still trip up sometimes? And, what about the very emotional experience that others have? Why don’t your eyes fill with tears when you talk about the day you accepted Jesus? What if you can’t even remember the day clearly, you just know that when you were a kid you asked Jesus into your heart and you’ve been serving him ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the deal…God knows us each personally well enough to know exactly what it takes to get inside our hearts. And, he approaches each of us differently. Some people are like the Apostle Paul…they need a drastic, physical, supernatural event to open their eyes to Jesus. But, many experience a more subtle, more gradual awakening to the Holy Spirit. When you think about your testimony, don’t worry that you’ve missed out on your “Magic Moment”. Because, In the end, it doesn’t matter how you found Christ…it only matters that you found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the next day Andrew gathered up all the determination left in his scraped up body, he and his dad gave it a try, and he finally got the hang of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-5475999149743212436?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/5475999149743212436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=5475999149743212436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5475999149743212436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/5475999149743212436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-magic-moment-monday-march-24.html' title='This Magic Moment'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-3125696266007255871</id><published>2010-08-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:19:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not Kick 'em While They're Down</title><content type='html'>So, how’s this for a bad day? A 62 year old man from Boise, Idaho was recently hit by a truck while crossing the street. Fortunately, Ebrahim Balah only suffered minor injuries from the accident and was treated and released from the hospital the same day. Boise police say he was hit by the passenger truck because he was trying to cross a busy one-way street in an area designated as a non crossing area. Which is why they felt it necessary to give him a ticket for jaywalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t know about you, but it seems to me that getting hit by a truck may have been consequence enough to keep Ebrahim on crosswalks from that point forward. Did he really ALSO need to be slapped with a ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as a parent that sometimes the best consequences for my kids are the ones that come naturally as a result of their actions. For example, I can remind my kids 12 times in one morning to remember to wear their coat to school. I can punish them by taking away privileges when they forget anyway. But, standing outside at the bus stop on a cold morning, or freezing on the playground that afternoon is probably all the punishment they need to remember their coat next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have to learn things the hard way, don’t we? And when we’ve messed up and are feeling bad enough already, why does it seem there are so many people who feel it is their duty to rub salt in the wounds of the consequences we created? And, why am I so tempted to finger point and say “told-you-so” to others when they mess up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:20 – Those who say, “I love God,” and hate their brothers or sisters, are liars; for those who do not love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we treat others is a reflection of the depth of our relationship with Jesus. We need to remember that God has given us infinite amounts of Grace and we need to mirror that grace in the way that we deal with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-3125696266007255871?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/3125696266007255871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=3125696266007255871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3125696266007255871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/3125696266007255871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-not-kick-em-while-theyre-down.html' title='Let&apos;s Not Kick &apos;em While They&apos;re Down'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4716940766161607096</id><published>2010-08-01T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:18:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10%</title><content type='html'>I’m a big-time bargain hunter. One of my favorite places to get a good deal is at a clearance sale. The words “75% off the already reduced price” get my shopping spree juices flowing. But, it’s got to be a good deal to catch my attention. I wouldn’t even look twice at a sign marked 10% off. That’s nothing! However, if you turn the tables, 10% feels like an awful lot when it’s coming out of my wallet. Do you know where I’m going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s children are commanded to give 10% of our income back05is an ancient one. In the Old Testament we are told, “You shall surely tithe all the produce from what you sow which comes out of the field each year.” (Deut 14:22) The word tithe literally means tenth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the same God who owns everything want my money? I’m a firm believer that it’s got little to do with money and lots to do with faith. When we tithe or give sacrificially, especially when money is tight, we are in essence saying, “God, I trust you with everything. I know that you will provide for me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be trusted! In fact, tithing is the only subject in the Bible that God invites us to test him on. God declares in Malachi 3:10, “Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Sunday, when the collection plate is passed to you at church, I encourage you to take God up on His invitation to test Him with your tithe. Give God the opportunity to prove to you his faithfulness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4716940766161607096?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4716940766161607096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4716940766161607096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4716940766161607096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4716940766161607096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2009/11/10.html' title='10%'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-8672707526062115859</id><published>2010-07-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:56:22.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Portion</title><content type='html'>The other night I made pancakes for dinner. While I was cooking I noticed that one small drop of batter had fallen into the pan and had cooked up into what looked like a perfect little dime-sized pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little mischievous so I decided to play a joke on one of my kids. Once dinner was ready I, as usual, called everyone to the table to eat. I stacked each person’s plate with 2 or 3 good sized pancakes until I got to my son Andrew. He got the itty bitty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and waited for him to loudly protest this obviously unfair treatment. But, instead of getting upset, he simply popped the puny pancake in his mouth and proceeded to take 2 full-sized pancakes from the serving platter and put them on his plate. You see, he knew that his mom wouldn’t have slighted him that way. He was certain that I had no real intent to treat him poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish I had that same amount of certainty when it appears to my human eyes that God has sent more blessings someone else’s way and I’m in the middle of a struggle. I hate to admit it, but there have been more than a few times that I’ve felt envious of a fellow believer with more money in their bank account, a bigger house or a newer, nicer car than mine. There have also been lots of occasions when I’ve questioned why God would allow one person to endure one crisis after another while others seem to skate through unscathed by life’s difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, remember in Matthew when Jesus talks about God’s gifts to His his children? He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, scripture confirms that God is good, all the time and that his ways are just. In the same way that I would not feed one of my kids a stack of piping hot pancakes and give the other just a crumb, God love for each of us is measured out the same. He pours down his blessings accordingly, giving each of us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-8672707526062115859?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/8672707526062115859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=8672707526062115859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8672707526062115859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/8672707526062115859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfect-portion-moment-for-mom-march-14.html' title='A Perfect Portion'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-4138605979744912710</id><published>2010-07-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:40:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollen Power</title><content type='html'>The spring of 2010&amp;nbsp;will go down as a&amp;nbsp;record-breaking year for pollen levels in the Triad.&amp;nbsp; Remember&amp;nbsp;just a few moths ago the&amp;nbsp;yellow powder that coated EVERYTHING and sent area allergy sufferers into a histamine-induced hysteria? &amp;nbsp;While pollen has an important role in plant reproduction, it’s also a major cause of seasonal allergies, as evidenced by the sneezing, coughing and itching eyes that&amp;nbsp;everyone seems to suffer from a few times a&amp;nbsp;year.&amp;nbsp;The weird thing is that it’s not really the pollen that causes the problem directly, but the body’s overreaction to the pollen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to believe that such a teeny-tiny thing can cause so many people so much misery! But, when you think about it, it’s often the little things in life that cause us the most stress. Remember the book, “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…and it’s all Small Stuff”? In it, the authors contend that most of the things that cause people to be stressed out are really pretty small problems that we blow out of proportion. Unfortunately, like the&amp;nbsp;springtime air in the Triad, &amp;nbsp;life is full of these tiny irritants. If we aren’t careful, they can build up causing us major stress and unhappiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we avoid stressing out over life’s day-to-day problems? Richard Carlson, the author of “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” recommends that we focus on serving other people, avoid perfectionism and practice patience. I would also add that regular prayer is an important part of stress management. No problem is too small to take to God. Finally, remember this promise from Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-4138605979744912710?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/4138605979744912710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=4138605979744912710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4138605979744912710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/4138605979744912710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/04/pollen-power.html' title='Pollen Power'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825058536083275858.post-2504938015490855637</id><published>2010-07-09T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:51:50.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lies Beneath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is there anyone who actually enjoys shopping for a new swimsuit?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I usually try to avoid looking in the mirror unless I am fully clothed. However, there are a few times when it’s unavoidable. Like, when I make that much dreaded trip to the store to buy a new swimsuit. There is nothing quite so harmful to a gal’s self esteem than looking at her rear-end in a 3 way mirror. Even the skinny mirrors that department stores use to make you look slimmer can’t disguise the cellulite, stretch marks and other evidence of middle age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, I recently saw something in the mirror that I’ve never seen before. There, on my belly, I noticed the very faint outlines of abdominal muscles. I didn’t believe my eyes at first. I’ve never had defined abs…ever. I even made my husband look to confirm what I was seeing. And, while my stomach is still quite far from being the washboard so many of the women in my fitness magazines proudly display, for the first time ever I was able to see the firm and fit lady that hides beneath the several inches of fat that surround her. Seeing her inspires me to continue my efforts to uncover her completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I’ve experienced the same kind of thing in my walk with Jesus. As promised, once I became a believer, God gave me the gift of the Holy Spirit, He now dwells within me. 1 Corinthians 3:16 tells us “We are a temple of God, and the Spirit of God dwells in us.” Unfortunately, kind of like that super-fit lady living within me…He’s not always evident beneath the layers of flesh that surround him. However, as I continue along this journey of faith and as God reveals more of Himself to me, I’m beginning to see more evidence of the Holy Spirit in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope you’re as encouraged by this as I am. Just like it takes time to transform a flabby body into a fit one, God’s work in us is also a gradual process. We all have a lot of growing in Christ to do…but it is good to know that the further along this path we go, people will see less of us and more of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5825058536083275858-2504938015490855637?l=momentformom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/feeds/2504938015490855637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5825058536083275858&amp;postID=2504938015490855637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2504938015490855637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5825058536083275858/posts/default/2504938015490855637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentformom.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-lies-beneath.html' title='What Lies Beneath'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14020638983596524825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A73E2jiUg2U/S2jZTjpC4iI/AAAAAAAAFTI/i1qA5nIBto8/S220/Tami.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
