tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51900357381285407932024-03-13T22:35:47.829-04:00HIS Heart for My Journeya creative blog of insight, poetry & photographyTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-78444906359584732142012-06-28T15:01:00.001-04:002012-06-28T15:03:20.322-04:00My Return<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Greetings! It's been a long while since I sat down and spilled my thoughts into this blog. Oh, how I've missed it! My life experiences in 2011 going into 2012 have opened up a world of writing topics, thoughts, and words I'd like to share... and I'm looking forward to it. </span><br />
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<br /></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-73909747360488683072011-02-28T22:40:00.004-05:002012-06-28T15:04:21.305-04:00The Last Day of FebruaryLet's do a quick recap: For the year of 2011, I decided that I'm going to either do something I've never done before or go somewhere I've never been at least one time per month. In <span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>January</b></u> </span>I went to New York for the first time, and I had a BLAST! So, for <span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>February</b></u></span> (drum roll, please) ...<br />
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I STARTED A BUSINESS! That's right, a business! I am an official licensed photographer, and I even have my own website: <a href="http://www.terrilashaephoto.com/">terrilashae photography</a><br />
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Here's a pic of my official logo & business card designed by a dear friend and graphic artist (Here's a link to his site: <a href="http://www.gravyfx.com/">Gravy FX</a>) <br />
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I am beyond blessed by the LOVE and SUPPORT I've gotten for this new venture of my life! I truly have some AMAZING friends and family (BIG shout out to my new friends, too!). </div>
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Xoxoxo </div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-75063907473269413002011-02-19T12:33:00.000-05:002012-06-28T15:05:32.613-04:00My Photography WebsiteWell, it looks like I'm officially going to be up-and-running with my photography business! Yay! So far so good! It's still under construction right now, but you can go ahead and check out my site at: <a href="http://www.terrilashaephoto.com/">www.terrilashaephoto.com</a> When you finish, drop me a line and let me know what you think!<br />
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XoxoTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-33950522218481440152011-01-21T20:22:00.001-05:002011-01-22T21:19:28.197-05:00AWAKE 1/20/11<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><style>
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</style> <span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p><i>the latest poem I write for awake. i'll try to post them each week. </i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Psalm 23:1-3"</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">by Terri</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I used to, roam around in the dark – somewhere between lukewarm and broken words…<o:p></o:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I met him one day, listening to him whisper lies into the core of my rib cage<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He, kept me engaged on the lies he fed my ears<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He was a murderer. A liar of all liars and an enemy to my soul<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the longer i listened to him, the quicker my heart turned to coal, and i began to lose connection with god.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The enemy tried to trap me. I had too much flesh in my system<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I couldn’t praise god with my hands even if i <i>wanted</i> to lifte’m<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had no vision. And i was, tired of listening to religion…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had, deep incisions and i couldn’t see – the filthy life the enemy had for me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was, strung out on the promises of satan’s deception – <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back-sliding, even though my adolescence was brought up in church…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I thought i was so well-hidden and so well covered that even the finest detectives couldn’t search, me out<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was lured away from my shepherds protection, just enough so the enemy could infect me with his infections<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My lips would say, “lord, here’s true repentance,” …but my heart wasn’t feelin’ it<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just kept playin’ game after game and spade after spade until my hands got tired of dealin’ it…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Satan is deceitfully wicked and he wanted me to believe that god never cared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wanted me to love rejection and to love pain and to live a life scarred and scared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My heart flared up, and i had no clue i was hiding behind liberty<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had no clue i was deceived in this mind that he’d given me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But god, he stood in front of me, and placed my pain on a rock<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He took control of a life lost at sea, and brought that ship to the dock<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And he restores my soul…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He brings me back from a life of destruction and converts my soul from sin<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He rose again, so that i could have newness of life<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When my, bones are weary from fainting and ready to die away – he relieves me and refreshes me and comforts me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He restores my soul with new discoveries of his love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With, the promises of his word<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With, the peace of his spirit…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He leads me in the paths of righteousness<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And though that path may seem rough and rugged to sheep<br />
i’m quick to examine my heart with whatever he’s deciding<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’m quick to give up what i’m believing and start confiding, in him<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His paths are not crooked, his roots run deep… deep, deep, so deep <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">His word is forever etched through the core of my iris<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Freeing me from chains and bondage, like paul and silas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cause, there’s… <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">No amount of filthiness that’s too dirty<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There’s nothing you can do to change his love<br />
there’s nothing you can do to change his gaze<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because no matter what we do, he still gets the praise…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let your tongue forever bless and glorify his name<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let your life forever increase his reputation and fame</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With god, it’s not just about making you clean, its about moving you forward <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-52433159843689530262011-01-19T14:37:00.002-05:002011-01-19T15:16:08.313-05:00January: The Big Apple<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For this new year, I've decided that there will be no limits for my dreams and goals. And for <b style="color: red;"><u>every month of this year</u></b>, I am going to either <b><i>do</i></b> something I've NEVER done before or <b><i>go</i></b> somewhere I've never been. And, I plan to blog consistently about my experiences! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This past weekend, I went to New York City for <u><b>the first time </b></u>with my sister and some of my dearest friends! I cannot begin to describe the feeling I had when I took my first subway ride or when I saw Times Square for the first time! However, this picture pretty much sums it up!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Words escape me in describing this city! I was in hyper overload! Lol. We tried to do EVERYTHING you could possibly do in two days in NYC. We stood in line at the TKTS booth to buy broadway tickets, saw Blue Man Group, we ate NY Pizza, hotdogs and roasted peanuts, we saw and walked through Central Park, shopped heavily on 5th Avenue (went to Tiffanys, Trump Tower, just to name a few), LOVED the "Fashion District," road subway after subway, saw the original MACY's bldg, took pics under 34th St., went to Rockafeller Center, saw an amazing Cathedral (forgot the name), shopped in China Town and Little Italy, saw the Empire State Bldg, everything that there is to see in Times Square, went to famous restaurants, almost got lost in Queens and stayed at a great hotel near Times Square! I'm pretty sure I've left out a whole bunch of stuff, and I can't post all 500 pictures I took, but here are a few pics to document my time there. So fun!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDdSfiebMiwc3yBn8MwxPEZeJa_4HGlDmlTfPrhCS2eUH0NPdXMkudndhILhjuaqH8lCPtXfDi71DI7xDAxAfBTOHCrOw2d2t7kp-OEF5jXLK8Gy2POnrv_jErSmFiHKcWH4yq_kjm8Ts/s1600/picinapic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDdSfiebMiwc3yBn8MwxPEZeJa_4HGlDmlTfPrhCS2eUH0NPdXMkudndhILhjuaqH8lCPtXfDi71DI7xDAxAfBTOHCrOw2d2t7kp-OEF5jXLK8Gy2POnrv_jErSmFiHKcWH4yq_kjm8Ts/s400/picinapic.jpg" width="400" /> </a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">me & my sister :) </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwnUzLlNMs2WqUnyhNE1M0l8E79hiJzvfFyOribUirsMFlbadWqzinKXeVe9n18eymY2AQkVG5U1rE3O6jiXfEOi-ialtMrMPM4_F_dIgmCW5MXyBhbqWZDi81Ixge30DGrWZ7QfxoRbl/s1600/sispretzel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwnUzLlNMs2WqUnyhNE1M0l8E79hiJzvfFyOribUirsMFlbadWqzinKXeVe9n18eymY2AQkVG5U1rE3O6jiXfEOi-ialtMrMPM4_F_dIgmCW5MXyBhbqWZDi81Ixge30DGrWZ7QfxoRbl/s400/sispretzel.jpg" width="400" /> </a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">testing the food on the street :) </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">After my return from New York, my friends surprised me with a birthday celebration at an art gallery then took me to dinner and a movie in the artsy district of Ghent. I was soooo very surprised (as I would often boast that it is hard to surprise me!) even to the point of tears. I love my friends and am so very grateful for them! This is at dinner: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0KLe6_pBKHFSbsrlM_tWcYfAlLhxbpBfBSvFoxTKaitsvXiZeyUbPUyt2KuYtj4nEXNvAbDN_UUNn2BOmhyQyl_5r0vp93ADWCN2oNbEcmt5VxnBqfnypwDObq0NByp2FujRgQI2hF7m/s1600/Terri+Bday+Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0KLe6_pBKHFSbsrlM_tWcYfAlLhxbpBfBSvFoxTKaitsvXiZeyUbPUyt2KuYtj4nEXNvAbDN_UUNn2BOmhyQyl_5r0vp93ADWCN2oNbEcmt5VxnBqfnypwDObq0NByp2FujRgQI2hF7m/s400/Terri+Bday+Picture.jpg" width="241" /> </a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, January has turned out to be a wonderful month of firsts! Looking forward to February!<br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">XOXO</span></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-91225791211935693332011-01-10T10:42:00.002-05:002011-01-12T09:20:32.679-05:00Meet Claire Culwell<span style="font-size: small;">I had the privilege of spending time with <a href="http://claireculwell.com/">Claire Culwell</a> this past November. Claire is an abortion survivor and an a-mazing young woman with an incredible gift. She's a speaker, motivator and she loves deeply. It was a privilege to produce her story, and I loved getting to know her; I hope you do, too. </span><br />
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<embed src="http://downloads.cbn.com/cbnplayer/cbnPlayer.swf?s=/vod/TS17v3_WS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="348"></embed>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-47655193476996820282011-01-09T20:08:00.000-05:002011-01-09T20:08:16.749-05:00“A Sheep’s Psalm”<em>wrote this for AWAKE's kickoff </em>1/6/2011<br />
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The biggest, baddest dude on the planet is my shepherd<br />
He was. He is. He will forever be<br />
He was. He is. He will forever be<br />
My provider<br />
My leader<br />
My protector<br />
He leads me down a path of righteousness and tends to my heart<br />
In my weakness of mind, He guides me<br />
He’s a watchman, forever dedicated to my life<br />
He holds eternity in the etches of his palm, then sketches the perfect plan for me<br />
Oh Lord, You are my shepherd and I shall not want<br />
It is my assurance that You fail not<br />
You know what I need and You are quick to provide<br />
You influence my surrounds and surround me with safety<br />
Though, sometimes I am timid, fearful - You are strong, courageous<br />
If I back track, You fall back to push me forward<br />
And like a backpack, You carry my burdens and push me toward, Yourself<br />
And, all I have to do... is let you.<br />
See, in order to let You be, I just have to let go of me<br />
You are my shepherd and You abandon not<br />
I could run from Your presence and yet, You follow me<br />
Being a creature of habit, if I get puffed up, You hollow me<br />
You tend to me like rusted silver - worn, but easily restored<br />
You fight for me<br />
And when I stumble in darkness, You light for me<br />
Come close to me. And speak.<br />
The power of Your words are filled with grace, mercy, love and life<br />
Let them, fall on my ears and break my heart<br />
There's something about knowing that You are my shepherd of every second and of every day that causes me to weep<br />
May Your staff guide me and keep me in Your presence and, sweep me away<br />
This is my assurance that You fail not<br />
You are my shepherd and I shall not wantTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-35526666800068056922010-11-08T21:56:00.000-05:002010-11-08T21:56:26.463-05:00terrilashae photography: babies<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Owen & Evie</span></i></div> <br />
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by me, </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-size: auto auto; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></span></div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-5705371729829953962010-10-11T16:09:00.024-04:002010-10-11T16:51:36.275-04:00terrilashae photography: J & B MillerMeet Jeremy & Bekah Miller. They let me use them as models for a photo shoot I recently finished for my website. If I had to describe Jeremy & Bekah in 3 words, I'd say: I. Love. Them.<br />
Seriously!<br />
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Jeremy is just <span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>cool.</b></i></span> Period.<br />
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I've adopted Bekah as my younger sister -- she's a blessing to my life. What moves me about her, is her passion and heart for the Lord. She is a prayer WARRIOR, no doubt! She's sweet, fun and this girl can SANG!! Lol. I<b style="color: red;"> heart</b> her.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She's also a writer; here's her latest poem:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">What do you do Lord, when you find yourself slowly slipping away?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When you are far from rebellion but still.. disengaged?<br />
When You've tasted something good that You now ..waist?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What is it Lord that makes me content with less refusing to pursue the best? </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">God, save me from this potential mess of being caught up in vanity...<br />
Reminding myself of what i'm missing and just constantly listing all my lacks<br />
Going without realizing that my gaze is drifting off you....I'm sorry.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Allow your hand to bless me with a heart that's devoted,<br />
A gun fully loaded ready to shoot all intentions that would come cause division,<br />
interfering with set decisions regarding my pursuit of you.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh that you would make me more tender, more sensitive, more alert</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To the love you deserve. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will fight against complacency, seeking help in your divinity to be...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Always found....In Pursuit of You</span></div><br />
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I love how God keeps extending my family! J & B, thank you for letting me use you as models. I had a lot of fun with you! You're a gorgeous couple.<br />
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<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tonight, I had the opportunity to share and perform a spoken word poem at a young women's conference called, <i>DNA: Unveiling The Real Me</i>.<i> </i>The theme was about removing the masks that so many of us carry because we don't want people to see our insecurities. it was amazing to see God's heart tonight as many of the girls removed masks and experienced a new freedom. It was a powerful night. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's a copy of my poem.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I remember when I first put on this mask<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was, six-years-old… SIX… s-i-x<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then the next thing I remember is him forcing me to replace the <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“i” in the word six with an “e.” I thought that I, couldn’t tell my mother<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">his, advances were undercover, ripped from me, was the true meaning of a lover<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and who knew, that I would have to rediscover my, identity<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and the sad thing is, this dude was kin to me, so<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">there went my view of family and my childhood read like a tragedy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">this, grief that gripped my innocence callously, kept me from reaching out for help.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I. didn’t. even. Ask. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Instead, I learned at an early age to hide my suffering with a mask.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Humor became my mask of choice, it<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Gave a voice to the pain I felt, the strain I felt as an adolescent - I was a funny kid. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I, hid because I felt unclean, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I, told jokes when I was scared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The, scars on my life were unseen<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They were, open wounds that constantly flared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I, vowed to never show my pain, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It, became my mantra, I declared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The, mask I wore hid the shame<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of, the secret life that I would bare<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Satan is the master of interference<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wants you to care more about your appearance, and less about <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jesus’ perseverance to set you free<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">See, with me –I wore all kinds of masks:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wore the: “Hey everybody! I’ve got it all together mask.” Or the,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“I’m the life of the party or nothing’s wrong! Or don’t approach me” face – the, mask that would keep people outta my space<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I pretended that my life was all-together, and every day I got better and better<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">at locking away my true self<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The lie is, satan wants you to be anything other than who you were created to be<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wants you wrapped up in hiding your insecurity<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And by wearing a mask, you consent – literally, to presenting a false picture for the world to see<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don’t. present. Yourself. falsely… it’s too costly.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because no matter what you do,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">God sees through the mask, right down to the “real you”. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He sees all the failures, mistakes and flaws<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then draws an “x” over it, canceling out those walls<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">then loves you completely and unconditionally, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">with no pretense, because He’s serious about you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I remember the day I removed my masks<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was tired of carrying it’s weight, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just wanted to unveil the real me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wanted an empty and clean slate<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was tired of being fake, and carrying these scars<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was ready to press the delete button,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Instead of holding on to the space bar<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I began seeing through the Father’s eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Accepting who I am called to be<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I don’t hide my face<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Through intimacy, I’ve learned transparency<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And we, with unveiled faces, ALL reflect the Lord’s glory<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Being transformed into His likeness by letting GO of our story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When Jesus looks at you, what will he see? Your mask or your heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Also, check out Anne's new book, "Permission To Speak Freely." I promise it'll change your life.</div><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">SEPTEMBER 18, 2010</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9DMOV5rJWGch7C7YdLgLxWiVhAq4nbS6OMDKpo6QxsaiYWWD7zDDWDGrdJl4QBMB-uO8h4buk-tsBoLyi0kFPMJO_bF1cUdxYa6qkI-BzVPYaS2OqDXKsCjK4KDecA3oKUmZsw5HZ-qW/s1600/A&G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9DMOV5rJWGch7C7YdLgLxWiVhAq4nbS6OMDKpo6QxsaiYWWD7zDDWDGrdJl4QBMB-uO8h4buk-tsBoLyi0kFPMJO_bF1cUdxYa6qkI-BzVPYaS2OqDXKsCjK4KDecA3oKUmZsw5HZ-qW/s400/A&G.jpg" width="507" /></a></div><br />
I love, love.<br />
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.<br />
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When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. <br />
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After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." <br />
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"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." <br />
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But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. <br />
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The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. <br />
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So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. <br />
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It’s just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. <br />
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But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." <br />
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And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. <br />
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But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.</div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-75417290249595235052010-07-06T10:10:00.004-04:002010-07-06T10:15:48.851-04:00Family Intro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Thought I'd introduce 3 of the most amazing people in my life! Notice the resemblance? I love them!<br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today, I wanted to introduce a book/devotional I've been reading, daily, called "Jesus Calling," by Sarah Young. It's a book of short prophetic devotionals - nothing too deep, but the words definitely tug at your heart and seems to help quiet my spirit before the Lord. Here's what I read this morning:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Rest with Me a while. You have journeyed up a steep, rugged path in recent days. The way ahead is shrouded in uncertainty. Look neither behind you nor before you. Instead, focus your attention on Me, your constant Companion. Trust that I will equip you fully for whatever awaits you on your journey. I designed time to be a protection for you. You couldn't bear to see all your life at once. Though I am unlimited by time, it is in the present moment that I meet you. Refresh yourself in My company, breathing deep droughts of My Presence. The highest level of trust is to enjoy Me moment by moment. <i>I am</i> <i>with you, watching over you where you go</i>."</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Psalm 143:8, Genesis 28:15</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">More from me, later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: #6633ff; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"><b></b></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-67744642250542375112010-06-01T13:35:00.000-04:002010-06-01T13:35:20.656-04:00Meet LauraI had the privilege of meeting Laura and producing her testimony almost 2 years ago. She's an amazing person, and God radically changed her life. Check it out.<br />
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<embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="348" src="http://downloads.cbn.com/cbnplayer/cbnPlayer.swf?s=/vod/iTS4v2_WS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"></embed>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-71767458100025836142010-05-26T09:45:00.000-04:002010-05-26T09:45:15.617-04:00Thinking of Prayer as Jesus Taught<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">One of my FAVORITE devotionals by <a href="http://utmost.org/">Oswald Chambers</a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div id="key-verse-box" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Pray without ceasing . . . —<a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nkjv/1%20Thessalonians%205.17">1 Thessalonians 5:17</a></div><br class="grid-break" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /> <div class="post-content" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Our thinking about prayer, whether right or wrong, is based on our own mental conception of it. The correct concept is to think of prayer as the breath in our lungs and the blood from our hearts. Our blood flows and our breathing continues “without ceasing”; we are not even conscious of it, but it never stops. And we are not always conscious of Jesus keeping us in perfect oneness with God, but if we are obeying Him, He always is. Prayer is not an exercise, it is the life of the saint. Beware of anything that stops the offering up of prayer. “Pray without ceasing . . .”— maintain the childlike habit of offering up prayer in your heart to God all the time.<br />
Jesus never mentioned unanswered prayer. He had the unlimited certainty of knowing that prayer is always answered. Do we have through the Spirit of God that inexpressible certainty that Jesus had about prayer, or do we think of the times when it seemed that God did not answer our prayer? Jesus said, “. . . everyone who asks receives . . .” ( <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+7:8" onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+7:8');">Matthew 7:8</a> ). Yet we say, “But . . . , but . . . .” God answers prayer in the best way— not just sometimes, but every time. However, the evidence of the answer in the area we want it may not always immediately follow. Do we expect God to answer prayer?<br />
The danger we have is that we want to water down what Jesus said to make it mean something that aligns with our common sense. But if it were only common sense, what He said would not even be worthwhile. The things Jesus taught about prayer are supernatural truths He reveals to us.<br />
</div>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-32009724427675804662010-04-22T10:31:00.003-04:002010-04-22T10:34:25.082-04:00Just Because<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Today, I experienced you from above. Your palette of color speaking to me like instructions on how to understand beauty. What a realm you dwell in going beyond what my eyes can see - understand. You are still speaking as I watch the eye of our earthly light fall behind pillows of peace... I feel peace; inhaling the breath you gave, give me. Besides being the architect of my mind, Your grandeur astounds even the most genius of thoughts - under construction. When I get lost in You, I am truly found. No GPS, just Your direction. Just, Your perfection; just, Your words. Cover me. They, uncover me; they discover me. You are a lover to me, beyond my scars and weight and heavi-ness. You are the steadi-est person, thing, being in my life. It's, in You that I find my strength, my courage, my passion, my vision, my armor. You don't exist to harm or, to destroy or to belittle or to be a middle-man. You are thee man, existing to love us. Just, because.</span></span><br /><p></p><p><span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:100%;" >by<br /></span></p> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-43974716498824227732010-04-20T15:35:00.005-04:002010-04-23T11:06:34.507-04:00Your Love Never Fails<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoezWBPGRAc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoezWBPGRAc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"></embed></object><br /><br />I love God! His love never fails!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="" 0pt="" transparent="" none="" repeat="" scroll="" />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-87549563097024538922010-04-15T14:06:00.009-04:002010-04-22T10:35:07.019-04:00Purity<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >something i wrote to perform for the young adults at AWAKE</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">...</span><br />______________________________<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Purity</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >by Terri Simmons</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Let’s focus on the heat of the moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">your arousal’s got you so open, you don’t care if you’ve blown it.<br />The essence of purity? It’s like you’ve never known it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The lessons on chastity? You couldn’t buy it back, even if you owned it.<br />Sex? You’re now in position to condone it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">His cologne, her perfume, it’s got you mesmerized – but it’s torment.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You’re loins are on fire, your embers - no longer dormant.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Let’s face it; you wanna have sex – and the images in your head</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">rush, like a torrent… river.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Like a muddied terrain, you’ve been dirtied and unclean and weakened and ashamed, at all the filth your eyes have seen, your, hands have touched, much, the body parts of your ex, having unruly affections about the, sanctity of sex, your, passions are aroused - “I want him, he wants me”, we, </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">both think it’s necessary to explore im-purity, we, want to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">intimate but our relationship’s not legitimate, it’s, counterfeit</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">because we forfeit… </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">purity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is the will of God for you, the mighty will of God for you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That you practice holiness and purity in, all you do</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That you choose honor over passion, Chastity over action, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">in fact, put your arousal on the alter, offer it to the Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">you can’t afford to be physical, your body should not be explored - outside of marriage… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">because that’s not pure</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">instead, you’re luring destruction to yourself</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">allowing satan to destroy the value and wealth </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">in which you were created, in His image… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">which is, pure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is the will of God for you, the mighty will of God for you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That you practice holiness and purity in, all you do </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">If you, feel your flesh being aroused, don’t lament </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just change your view of sexual content, and here’s a hint</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pull out God’s word, it’s a blueprint, </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">and it’ll put a dint in your flesh</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Don’t, allow this culture to mesh with your belief that ‘waiting’ is beneath, you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is the will of God for you, the mighty will of God for you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That you practice holiness and purity in, all you do</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Because Purity is more than physical, it’s powerful beyond belief</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Even satan knows it, that’s why he’s the thief – coming to kill, steal and destroy</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He wants to annoy you with thoughts of sexual tactics, to, pressure you with his word</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He wants to blur your concept of everything that’s right</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He doesn’t want you to know that purity is ultimately the presence of light, and that light is… Holy</span> -<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Only, He can do all that is in first Thessalonians four, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He’ll do that and more, if you let’em</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Practice purity. Don’t let anything or anyone spoil your witness or reduce your power,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Don’t let your longings slay your appetite for life</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">so, live.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is the will of God for you, the mighty will of God for you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That you practice holiness and purity in, all you do</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">For God has called us, ALL, to holiness. </span><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:100%;" >by<br /></span></p> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-61760926151959469582010-03-17T09:15:00.006-04:002010-03-18T15:15:23.910-04:00Meet NinaI had the privilege of meeting <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ninalandis.com">Nina Landis</a> a few weeks ago. She's an amazing worship leader, speaker, teacher, artist, mom, etc. Just a great person all around. This is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">part 1</span> of her testimony that I produced for our show.<br /><br />Meet Nina...<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://downloads.cbn.com/cbnplayer/cbnPlayer.swf?s=/vod/iTS5v1_WS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="348" width="425"></embed><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190035738128540793.post-40374827802116638702010-03-04T23:22:00.004-05:002010-04-22T10:35:22.736-04:00Running<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">This is part 2 of "The Wilderness" poem that I wrote for our young adult meeting called, AWAKE. The focus was centered around allowing God to mold us in the place of transition and solitude. To stop running and to allow God to change us...<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span>-<br /><br />“</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">THE RUNNER POEM”<br />By Terri<br /><br />I LIKE TO RUN FROM THINGS<br />AND SOMETIMES HIDE FROM THINGS<br />ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M ASKED TO LAY DOWN MY LIFE<br />OR, STEP OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE<br />IF THAT HAPPENS, THEN MY FEAR SINGS<br /><br />SINGS LOUDER THAN MY SURRENDER<br />LOUDER THAN MY OBEDIENCE<br />HENCE, LOUDER THAN SAYING YES TO YOUR WAYS<br />MY, EARS ARE DEAF AND DUMB TO YOU<br />BECAUSE, THE ONLY THING I HEAR<br />ARE THE WINGS ON MY SHOES TAKING FLIGHT<br />THAT‘S RIGHT, I - LIKE TO RUN FROM THINGS<br /><br />BUT DON’T SAY IT TOO LOUDLY, I’VE GOT A REPUTATION TO UPHOLD<br />I’VE GOT TO KEEP WEARIN’ THIS MASK AND ACTIN’ ALL COOL<br />BUT ON THE INSIDE I’M COLD<br />TRUTH BE TOLD, I DETERMINE WHAT MY HAPPINESS BRINGS<br />…UNTIL LIFE GETS ROUGH. SO I GUESS EVEN THE TOUGH<br />RUN FROM THINGS<br /><br />FORGET PACING, I’M SPRINTING TO FAR AWAY PLACES<br />I’M JUMPING OVER OPPORTUNITY AND HIDING IN<br />CORNERS AND SMALL SPACES<br />THIS RACE IS, KINDA LIKE A MARATHON, YEP<br />I’M TIGHTENING MY LACES, I’M RUNNING FROM<br />FEAR OF REJECTION AND HIDING FROM OTHER PEOPLES FACES<br />BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU<br />RUN, FROM THINGS<br /><br />THERE’S NO EXCUSE FOR RUNNING<br />IT’S ALWAYS PURPOSEFUL AND WITH REASON<br />YOU’RE EITHER RUNNING TO SOMETHING OR AWAY FROM SOMETHING<br />YOU’RE EITHER RUNNING TO EMBRACE OR TO ESCAPE THE SEASON<br />INSTEAD OF LEAVIN’, GOD - WANTS - YOU - FOR - HIMSELF…<br /><br />REMEMBER THAT EVEN IN YOUR TRANSITION<br />OR PLACE OF ISOLATION<br />GOD’S DELAYS CAN BE PAINFUL AND TRYING<br />BUT BE PATIENT, EXERCISE DEVOTION AND DIRECT YOUR CRYING<br />TO HIM AND STOP, RUNNING, AWAY…<br />IN HIM IS SUFFICIENCY AND DEEPER LEVELS OF DEPENDENCY<br />INTIMACY AND REVELATION<br />HIS DELAYS ARE EXCELLENT, HIS WAYS HONORABLE<br />HIS TIMING - CRUCIAL<br />JUST KNOW THAT IN YOUR TRANSITION OR,<br />PLACE OF ISOLATION - THE RETURN WILL BE FRUITFUL<br /><br />I, LIKE TO RUN TO THINGS<br />AND SOMETIMES CONQUER THINGS<br />ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M ASKED TO LAY DOWN MY LIFE<br />OR, STEP OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE<br />WHEN THAT HAPPENS, THEN MY SOUL SINGS -<br /><br />CRY OUT TO THE LORD WITH YOUR VOICE<br />AND HE, WILL, UNBURDEN YOUR HEART<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><strong></strong></span><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/5AB0AA9114C4D47147EF8ED66B9FD15B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" />Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465378163764595948noreply@blogger.com1