<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083</id><updated>2010-03-12T04:33:56.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COF Devotionals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/devotionals.php'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Webmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939312146890111293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-2794470313959187472</id><published>2010-03-12T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:33:56.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocelyn Hamsher'/><title type='text'>Fully Equipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May the God of peace, who brought up from the dead our Lord Jesus-the great Shepherd of the Sheep- with the blood of the everlasting covenant, equip you with all that is good to do His will, working in us what is pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hebrews 13:20-21 (Holman Christian Standard Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I sat on the ski lift, nervously anticipating the fact that I had to hop off at the top of the hill and smoothly transition into an upright position. Getting off a ski lift is hard enough as it is without skis, let alone with them. I had absolutely no control over my lower appendages. The skis dangled from my feet and aimlessly crossed in the air back and forth. This wasn't going to be pretty. As we crested the hill, our turn came to disembark. Sure enough, my friend and I both collapsed in a heap stopping the entire lift until we could "find our legs" and collect ourselves. Then we looked down the hill. We're supposed to do what? You've got to be kidding. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes when God opens doors and we sense His invitation to walk through, we may step back and ask, "You want me to do what? God, there is no way that I am equipped for this. I don't have the talent, the brains or the confidence. I need some more knowledge and training. God, are You sure You want me for this?" God reminded me again today that I can rest in Him. He will equip me with what I need to live out what He has called me to do. The God we serve is so big and so powerful. Not only did He raise His Son from the dead but He lovingly and humbly invited small and insignificant people like you and me into covenant relationship. With covenant relationship comes everlasting commitment, and He is creating and developing in us something beautiful. He doesn't stop until we are complete, until we reflect and radiate Him. With faithfulness like that, why wouldn't He equip us for what He is calling us to do? Whether it is a new job opportunity, a ministry venture, children to raise, parents to care for, or other various scenarios where we feel bumbling and inadequate, we can experience His peace. Bunny hill or mountaintop-He equips us for the ride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank You for who You are. Thank You that You promise to equip me for all that You have called me to do. Fill me with Your peace as I depend on You for strength, wisdom and joy. Thank you for continuing to work in me because You are committed to me and love me so much! Amen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jocelyn Hamsher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-2794470313959187472?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/2794470313959187472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=2794470313959187472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2794470313959187472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2794470313959187472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/03/fully-equipped.html' title='Fully Equipped'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-1085306293488469087</id><published>2010-03-10T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:59:23.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Hostetler'/><title type='text'>Be Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. Psalms 37:7 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean to be still? How many times in a day are we ever just still in the quiet, are we ever still? The opening of spring has always made me be still. I cannot help but stop and be still, feeling the warmth of the sun after months of harsh cold, hearing the long lost birds, and watching the buds appear on all the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to be still, not only to be in awe of creation but also to sit and wait on him. It often takes a very difficult situation or decision in my life for me to be still. Not because I know I am supposed to do this, but because I have nowhere else to turn, because I have relied on myself and am powerless to help the problem on my own. It is when I know He is going to have to take control. When I allow myself to be still, I am always amazed at what He shows me.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are just too busy to be still or are we are just too preoccupied with our lives to take the time? I wonder how many things God was trying to show me in my lifetime that I just did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are still before the Lord, and wait patiently for Him everyday, imagine how different our lives would be. This is what it means to make Him our first love. Our first priority, sit with Him...you will be amazed at what he shows you, you may never be able to go back to doing things on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Father for wanting us to wait on you, for giving us the opportunity to sit and be quiet in your presence. Show us great things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Hostetler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-1085306293488469087?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/1085306293488469087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=1085306293488469087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1085306293488469087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1085306293488469087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/03/be-still.html' title='Be Still'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-1643112599333005171</id><published>2010-03-08T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:33:59.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Nuts and Bolts: A Missionary Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Psalm 127:1 (NKJV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jacques, a native of Ivory Coast, Africa, and pastor/evangelist to more than twenty village churches, had been praying and seeking God's direction on having a church building built right in his own village. That prayer of over two years is now a reality. The church site is only 1000 feet from his own home! The Chief of this village, an unbeliever, gave Jacques this piece of property some time ago for a church but kept telling him that he would never live to see a church built because no white man would ever come and do such a thing for his people. The only white men they had ever known had only come to murder, rape and steal from them. In fact, until this team actually arrived there had been&lt;em&gt; NO&lt;/em&gt; white man even permitted in their village for almost fifty years because of what had happened to their people. Only God can make the way for something like this.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In February 2010, after a very long and bumpy ride in a stripped down van, the team, comprised of nine people from three states, arrived and were greeted by a host of National believers cheering, singing, clapping, smiling, jumping up and down, raising their hands high in the air rejoicing that their prayers were answered. All the unbelief of those who doubted was put to death as they saw with their eyes a team of white Americans walking in their village, greeting their Chief and coming to build them a Church of their own!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After all the ceremonial greetings were completed, the team walked through the building site and all they saw was a cleared piece of ground, a few rows of cement blocks started (and a very large pile of ones to lay, with an African making each block by hand), some very large piles of steel rod, steel angle iron, sheets of metal and thousands of nuts and bolts. One of the member's comments was &lt;i&gt;this would be overwhelming if I didn't know that God was in charge!&lt;/i&gt; After days and days of bending rod, and hours upon hours of welding, the first steel post were ready. Then came the steel trusses, and finally the day to begin erecting this building. There were no cranes to hoist trusses, no boom truck to help lift, only one extension ladder and the safe and secure hands of God to safely hold the guys as they welded each beam in place and drove each bolt to hold the next piece of steel. It was an amazing sight to behold and to realize the truth of Psalm 127:1. Each evening team members would sit around the table at night and reflect on the miracles of the day and praise the Lord for His provision and protection. Keep in mind that the heat was excruciating and they were at the mercy of the country power being provided each day that would allow two welders to operate. Like clockwork, the power would come on as they took their first few bites of breakfast and would go off each night as they prayed for their evening meal. The generator they had for back up only had to be used to provide lights at night, fans to move air, and for refrigeration to keep the food from spoiling. The Lord is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;During the planning phase of this building, it had been estimated one thousand nuts and bolts would be adequate to secure the roof. When the final stages of the building came, it was discovered the nuts and bolts to secure the roof to the trusses had different threads. Jacques gathered the bolts and spent a day and a half round trip to return to the village with the new bolts. During the time Jacques was gone, they also discovered the estimate of nuts and bolts would not be sufficient. Because there was no way to contact Jacques, the team decided to place a bolt in every other hole of the lower section of the roof and allow the villagers to complete it when the remainder could be obtained. Jacques returned with the bolts and the work continued. The holes were drilled into the steel roof for each bolt. One by one, the bolts were inserted and secured. As the end was near and the last bolts were retrieved, every hole was filled. There was not one hole empty and not one extra bolt remaining!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;None of this could have happened without God leading and directing each step. The team God assembled and the prayers and gifts of faithful people - God takes it all and accomplishes His plan! How Incredible - How Marvelous - How Awesome is He! When the team prepared to leave after almost four weeks of manual labor, the Chief of the Village told them he welcomed their return, and said he is not a believer.yet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We have so many comforts and conveniences in America. It is so good to hear a story like this to be reminded of the love of God for His children everywhere, and His provision, right down to the nuts and bolts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lord, thank you for the provision and protection you generously offer us every day. Help us to count our blessings. Thank you for this miracle of nuts and bolts, and for Jacques and his ministry in Ivory Coast. 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but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. I Timothy 4:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fast. Reverse. Squat. Slow. Fast. Pull arms. Push arms. Reverse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What the heck? The elliptical is kicking my behind. I can't keep up, I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'm crying for my mama, and I've only been on it for five minutes. I feel the sweat drip down my face, my legs start to shake and I look around to see who might catch me when I start to tumble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been coming to the YMCA for three months now- three times a week. I've climbed aboard the elliptical, opened my book, pushed the quick start button, and gone up and down for 30 minutes each and every time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today however, I decided to program the machine and let It tell Me what to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Midway through the 30 minutes, as I was hanging on for dear life, I had what might be called a light bulb moment. This is a bit like the way I live my Christian life. I signed up, so to speak, when I asked Jesus into my heart. After that, I meandered my way along- staying with the program but never seeing great results.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Giving God control of my life would likely be the same as programming this machine. I might find myself hanging on for dear life, I might be told abruptly to reverse or to squat, to push or to pull, to use some muscles that I didn't know I had- but I'm betting that the results would be significantly better than what I see as I wander along my own path.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Five minutes after climbing off the machine, weary and sore, I realized I would never go back to the way I had exercised before. I might be sore, I might be tired, but I knew that I had actually worked out. I'm thinking of asking God to take over, to do for my spirit what that machine can do for my body. I have a feeling it will be quite a ride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, I thank you for the bodies you have made in which our spirits dwell. I pray that we might remember to give You control of all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sally Conkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-4183651565783245398?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/4183651565783245398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=4183651565783245398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4183651565783245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4183651565783245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/03/light-bulb-moment.html' title='A Light Bulb Moment'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-3997879833055157943</id><published>2010-03-03T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:21:44.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marty Girardier'/><title type='text'>Aroma of Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. 2 Corinthians 2:14-15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Give me coffee in the morning and I am a happy camper. The smell of the coffee brewing in the morning fills the house and makes me immediately want to get up and have a cup in my hand. Once I have stirred in the cream and sugar there is nothing like the first sip of coffee to help me wake up each morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Give me a Christian friend that exudes Christ in the same way and I am really a happy camper. We have all met these wonderful people through out our lives. You know the ones that enter a room and you can immediately smell the fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;agrance of the Lord. Whether it is through their laughter, their speech, the warmth in their eyes, or the way they express themselves, you know without a shadow of a doubt, that the aroma of Christ has entered the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;God sees each of us, who know Him as our personal Savior, as the aroma of Christ. When we take the time to come into His presence giving Him praise, glory and honor, the heavens are filled with a sweet aroma. Just like coffee brewing in the morning, God identifies the sweet fragrance of praise and worship from each of His children. Send such a sweet smell of praise up to heaven that the aroma of Christ will linger everywhere you go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Heavenly Father, may the fragrance of Christ be so evident in me that everywhere I go your aroma lingers in the hearts of those I come in contact with today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Marty Girardier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-3997879833055157943?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/3997879833055157943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=3997879833055157943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3997879833055157943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3997879833055157943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/03/aroma-of-christ_03.html' title='Aroma of Christ'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-7992624206496255976</id><published>2010-03-01T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:23:49.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Lord Of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord owns the world and everything in it the - heavens, even the highest heavens, are His.   Deuteronomy 10:14 (NCV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently, God used a Sunday morning class to help me re-focus and realize I needed to stop spinning my wheels.  I have had some neat opportunities and experiences in the last few months, but they have required extra time, energy and emotion.  It is almost embarrassing to admit to being so busy but not being able to say exactly what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I read this verse, I kept reading it over and over again.  I simply cannot fathom the words - everything in it.  Everywhere I look, everything I see, anything I cannot see belongs to Him.  Haggai 2:8 says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the silver is His and the gold is His.&lt;/span&gt;  Psalm 50:10-12 t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ells us every beast of the forest is His and the cattle on a thousand hills. &lt;/span&gt; He knows all the birds of the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are His.  These truths make me wonder why I become so consumed with the day to day events, with the cares of my family, the problems I cannot solve, and the feeling of never accomplishing the entire objective.  At times, I feel insincere and think my activities are insignificant and pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When God is not Lord of all in my life, in our lives, it is because we have accumulated other things to blind our view of Him.  Sin creeps into our lives so easily, and little by little we become distracted, dull in our walk and we find ourselves out of focus and spinning our wheels, never really accomplishing what we set out to do.  Joy is gone, and monotony and misery take its place.  God has us here for a reason.  Everything we encounter daily is valid, and we have the opportunity to recognize the value of it.  Do we see God in everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My new focus is this: As I meet the challenges and realities of each day, I will bring with me the realization and wonder of the truths in these verses.  When I speak to my family, when I prepare a meal and do laundry, as I undertake the events of the day, I want to remember everything belongs to my Lord.  I desire to keep Him in the forefront of my daily routine.  When things go wrong I must remember God is not surprised by the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life has meaning when we see and do things through the eyes of God.  Joy oozes out when our tasks are completed with Him as our ambition.  It brings new excitement when we remember everything we say, touch, hear, feel, and smell belongs to Him.  The marvel that He is Lord of all gives new energy and yearning for more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.  Do not cast me away from Your presence, and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.  Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me by Your generous Spirit.  Psalm 51:10-12 ... Be Lord of all in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-7992624206496255976?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/7992624206496255976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=7992624206496255976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/7992624206496255976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/7992624206496255976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/03/lord-of-all.html' title='Lord Of All'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-5921784312667588115</id><published>2010-02-26T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:59:50.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Wehr'/><title type='text'>The Page Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.  What can man do to me? The Lord is with me; he is my helper.  I will look in triumph on my enemies.  Psalm 118: 6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was the night of our community's annual Gospel Concert - the night when all of the local area church choirs gather together and sing a concert for the community. I am the accompanist for our Senior Choir and the organist at our church. I look forward to this event very much each year as it is such a wonderful evening of music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with my fellow choir members that night listening to each choir sing their beautiful anthems. Unfortunately my mind was filled with worry and anxiety over various issues I was dealing with in my life at the time. One of the least of those worries was a page turn in the music that I was having trouble making in the song our choir was planning to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had practiced the music and the page turn many times, but it was not as smooth as I would have liked it to be.  I prayed that God would calm my spirit and help me to enjoy the concert instead of being anxious and worried.  Thankfully that prayer was answered.  As I continued to listen to the beautiful music around me, I was able to enter into an attitude of worship and started to forget about my problems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Soon it was time for our choir to sing. I took my place at the piano bench and made sure that the bottom corner of my page of music was folded over a little bit so it would be easier to grab and turn when the time came.  The choir director motioned for me to begin playing the song. Then the choir lifted their voices to the music I was playing. I couldn't help but enter into an attitude of worship as I heard the beautiful music fill the sanctuary.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was soon time for the page turn I was concerned about. But as I was getting ready to lift my left hand from the piano keys to turn the page of music, I noticed that the page was starting to turn on it's own. I watched in amazement as the page continued to turn the whole way and then lay flat!  It was like another piano player or a person who could read music was sitting on the bench next to me and knew the exact moment when to turn the page!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The music page stayed there perfectly and my hand never had to leave the keyboard. In all my years of playing the piano and organ, I had never seen anything like this before!  Sure, there are times when your music blows in a breeze, but never as smoothly as this. There was no doubt in my mind that the hand of God, or one of His angels turned my page of music for me that night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I started to cry as I continued to play the music.  I felt overwhelmed by God's presence and love.  He was reassuring me that He was right there with me in a way that I, a piano player, would definitely recognize.  It reminded me that God is concerned about even the little things in my life; things as insignificant as a page turn.  And if He is concerned about the little things, I know that He must be even more concerned about the big things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I silently prayed a prayer of thanks for this special moment I was allowed to experience. I completely forgot about all the worries and anxieties I had on my mind at the beginning of the concert.  I knew that God was with me and that everything would be alright.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Others may say that my page of music turned because there were ceiling fans on in the church that night.  But I know differently. That was the only page of music that turned on its own all night and it turned smoothly and gently at the exact moment I needed it to. It was not a coincidence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Little did I know at the time, but God was preparing me for some difficult days ahead. Two months later, I had a seizure and was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  As I walked through that difficult journey which involved three different hospital stays, major brain surgery, and months off work, I knew I was not alone. The same God that was there with me at the concert to turn my page of music was with me through my brain surgery and recovery too. And I know that He will be there always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thank you, Lord for your help in our time of need whether it be for big things or small things. May we never forget that you are always with us and that you care about even the minor details of our lives - whether it be the number of hairs on our heads or a difficult page turn.  May we be mindful of your great love for us and be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Beth Wehr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-5921784312667588115?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/5921784312667588115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=5921784312667588115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/5921784312667588115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/5921784312667588115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/page-turn.html' title='The Page Turn'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-792604756439804418</id><published>2010-02-24T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T04:47:05.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally Conkle'/><title type='text'>But You Were Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when He rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those He loves.  Hebrews 12:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blonde, blue eyed Garret, sitting quietly in the pew in front of us suddenly whipped around and gave us a huge grin.  Our family serenely smiled back, wiggling our fingers at him before returning our attention to the service in progress.  Garrett returned to his seat, put his attention on his coloring, but a few moments later, and whipped around the other way to give us another huge grin.  I couldn't help myself, I began to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw his mother out of the corner of my eye, sitting quietly on her end of the pew and giving him a motherly stare.  You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I patted myself mentally on the back, congratulating myself for having survived those elementary years and let myself be thankful for the 16 year old Nate sitting serenely on my left.  Certainly no mother had ever been so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Garrett continued his erratic behavior through the liturgy and first hymns.  The more he whirled and turned, the more tickled I became, and soon our pew was shaking as I tried to contain my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then...I saw it.  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Nate's hand stealthy reaching out to tap Garrett on the shoulder.  By the time Garrett had completed his twist and whirl, Nate was sitting quietly, both hands in his lap, eyes straight ahead.  His halo, however, was definitely slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For some reason, this behavior stuck me as even funnier.  I started to shake a little more, and Nate glanced sideways and grinned.  The moment he made eye contact, I mouthed the word "grounded." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What!?"  His eyebrows rose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Grounded" I repeated and he knew I meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"But you're LAUGHING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, indeed I was.  I was also still grounding him and he knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Garrett returned to his coloring, and all was peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wondered about this event a few days later, when it was evident in my life that the Lord was giving me a little discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"But you were laughing"  I wanted to cry out to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder sometimes, if God watches our escapades and chuckles.  He loves us to much to let us escape His discipline- this I know.  But I bet that sometimes, He is smiling as He doles it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, we pray for the grace to welcome your discipline, to receive it, to learn, and to live joy filled lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Conkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-792604756439804418?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/792604756439804418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=792604756439804418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/792604756439804418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/792604756439804418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/my-son-do-not-make-light-of-lords.html' title='But You Were Laughing'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-3220229264202224602</id><published>2010-02-22T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:01:01.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Our Abilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.  Philippians 4:13 (NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Recently I heard a little saying - One ability God needs from us is our availability.  My high school affection for vocabulary kicked in and within seconds two other words ending in ability came to my mind - capability and accountability.  Recognizing a devotional application, I began thinking and looking for verses in the Bible to connect these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Availability - Being available requires the ability to prioritize.  If we were to write down the itinerary for our day at the end of the day, how much of our day was spent on useful tasks?  Availability means to be of use, of worth, to benefit.    Romans 12:1 tells us to present our bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is our reasonable service.  When we present ourselves to someone, we become available to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Capability - Having the qualities necessary to accomplish a task.  We all have physical abilities as well as spiritual gifts.  Can you identify yours?  Are you using them for others?  Ephesians 2:10 says, We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.  God created us with capabilities for good work before we came to know Him, so that when we accepted Him, we could accomplish those good works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Accountability - Subjecting ourselves to giving a report or reason.  I do not know of one person who loves to answer to someone for their behavior.  I do know people who have allowed themselves to be obedient and vulnerable in the area of accountability, and they have found blessing.  In II Chronicles 19 Jehoshaphat appointed judges and told them to act in the fear of the Lord, faithfully and with a loyal heart.  Verse 11 of that chapter ends with, Behave courageously, and the Lord will be with the good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;God can use our abilities!  But, we must act.   Make yourself available to do His work.  Identify your capabilities and put them to good work.  Allow yourself to be transparent with someone, be faithful and loyal.  The Lord will be with the good! Where do we find the strength to accomplish these abilities?  Through Christ who strengthens us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, what a blessing it is to know we have your strength to use our abilities and accomplish good work for You.  Keep us aware of the work You have for us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-3220229264202224602?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/3220229264202224602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=3220229264202224602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3220229264202224602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3220229264202224602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/our-abilities.html' title='Our Abilities'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-6600428470904204926</id><published>2010-02-19T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:29:37.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocelyn Hamsher'/><title type='text'>Tangible Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wives submit to your husbands as to the Lord. . .Husbands love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her. . . Ephesians 5:22, 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I had an awful day. I came home, threw my stuff on the table and marched past my husband to my bedroom without saying a word. The night continued and the house was tense. I was irritable and let my children and husband know it when I was interrupted in things I was attempting to accomplish. However, whenever the telephone rang, I picked it up and answered politely. This happened several times as I rattled on in happy conversations with those outside my home. As I worked at the table, the phone rang again. I answered it and said "Hello" as a familiar voice spoke from the other end. It was my husband on the upstairs phone with a smile in his tone. "Since you are so friendly with people on the phone, I thought I would try this approach". I threw my head back and laughed heartily. My irritability melted and I realized my selfishness. I was taking my bad day out on the people I loved the most. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have been given an incredible privilege to love people. My husband and I share with couples in premarital counseling that they have the opportunity to love the other with a love that mirrors Christ's to a hurting world. Each spouse has the wonderful challenge to love the other well so that when outsiders look at their marriage, they can see how much Jesus loves them personally. More recently I heard Pastor Andy Stanley remark that an individual is the vehicle of God's love to his/her spouse. We can be overwhelmed by that thought or we can be energized by it. That truth alone, if applied, can take our marriages to new heights. With the Holy Spirit's help, how can you show your spouse daily how much God loves him/her? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord that You love me unconditionally and unfailingly. Open my eyes every day to see tangible ways in which I can show those closest to me how much You love them. Amen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jocelyn Hamsher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-6600428470904204926?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/6600428470904204926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=6600428470904204926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6600428470904204926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6600428470904204926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/tangible-love.html' title='Tangible Love'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-8413803511399821733</id><published>2010-02-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:23:12.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becki Reiser'/><title type='text'>Brokenness Can Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, oh God, You will not despise. Psalm 51:16-17 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that when you are the lowest that we are the most receptive to being ministered to? Yes it is true if you think about it. When we are doing well, we tend to think that we are flying right beside the angels, we are doing great. When in actuality, we are not fine. There is always room for improvement, there is always a way that we can get closer to God. Fine? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet, when we are broken and have no where else to look or to turn, our brokenness is able to minister because it brings us to our knees, and there you will find God. Right where He always is, but we forget to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I was recording with the Circle of Friends for the Columbus radio station, and we were talking about accountability, and being a part of accountability group. I confessed that those that were there, were a part of a group that I had no experience with. I felt left out of something that I felt was vitally important to my very soul and where my heart was headed. Then within a few hours, (without my help or suggestions to God) a friend approached me about being an accountability partner with her. We are in a writing group together, and have been dear friends for years, so we know each other very well. She said that God had really put it on her heart to find a friend to pray with, and to have to answer to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, after my complaining and whining to God hours earlier, about not having anyone that I felt comfortable being accountable to, besides God and my husband (sometimes I am not very accountable to either of them) God impressed my friend to ask me...again. I seemed to have forgotten that she mentioned it a few weeks before. She had phrased it in different words the first time, and I missed it. When she asked me again, the word accountability was mentioned, and I felt God send a little shock wave into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I really do not like having to answer to someone. It makes me mad. Hmmm, that sounds sort of rebellious, oops. God is using that part of me that has been broken and rejected and envious to minister to me. Yes, He is. He drove me to my knees, and because I had a broken heart due to years of rejection, He used it and answered my prayers. My friend and I met today and I must say that it was something almost euphoric. I really felt that we were pleasing to God and we were exactly where we needed to be. We sacrificed our PRIDE,  and got blessed because of it, He truly does not despise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thank you Lord for opening my eyes to the brokenness in my life and how it has been something that has driven me to You. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becki Reiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-8413803511399821733?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/8413803511399821733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=8413803511399821733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/8413803511399821733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/8413803511399821733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/brokenness-can-minister.html' title='Brokenness Can Minister'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-3023532395053122663</id><published>2010-02-17T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:49:30.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marty Girardier'/><title type='text'>Whiter Than Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow.  Psalms 51:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching snowflakes softly fall from the sky is one of my favorite things about winter.  The quiet glistening snow coating streets, roads, homes and trees makes everything look clean and bright.  It is refreshing to watch and see God's hand of winter make everything white around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the white untouched snow does not last long once animals, people, cars and trucks begin walking or driving on it.  A day or two later most of the snow is very dirty and unattractive.  What was once pure white snow is now slushy and unclean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus, God's son, was sent to this earth as a sacrifice to die on the cross for our sins.  If I allow minutes, hours, days or weeks to go by without confessing my sin I am dirty, dingy and unclean again.  But if I take the time to confess my sin, at the time that the Holy Spirit points it out to me, God's hand of forgiveness cleanses me and makes me as white as snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heavenly Father, thank you for sending your son Jesus to this earth to die for my sins. Help me to keep short accounts of my sin so that I am continuously whiter than snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Marty Girardier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-3023532395053122663?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/3023532395053122663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=3023532395053122663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3023532395053122663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3023532395053122663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/whiter-than-snow.html' title='Whiter Than Snow'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-53531426467839642</id><published>2010-02-15T03:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:11:44.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>A Holy Standard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As He who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I Peter 1:15 (NKJV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Holy, according to Webster is defined as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;1. dedicated to religious use; sacred 2. spiritually pure; sinless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Be holy in all your conduct. In all my conduct means 24/7. Is it a little overwhelming when you begin to consider the magnitude of that statement based on the definition of the word? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;After salvation, our old nature wants to pull us back into our sinful past. But in Christ, we need to be holy in everything we do. We must establish a standard; a model for living. A standard gives us a focus point or goal, making us less likely to stumble, and allows us to have something good to return to when we fall. Our priorities should be like Christ's, and the Holy Spirit is our power for living holy lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Because Christ is holy, He sets the standard for holiness. He is our example. Where do we begin? Read His Word. Every book in the Bible directs us to holy living.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As I studied this verse, a coin became my visual application. One of the verses that came to my mind is &lt;em&gt;Galatians 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me&lt;/em&gt;. A coin has two sides; heads and tails. The two sides to holiness are dying and living. In order to live a life that is spiritually pure, we must die to our flesh, our sinful desires, and live holy lives in the power of Christ. Dying and living.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't blend in with the world. Be different because God's qualities are what make us different. Don't be influenced by sin, run away from it. God calls us to holiness. He expects us to imitate Him by following His standards.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Each day, as we deal with circumstances and uncertainties, we can touch a coin and be reminded of our standard; our choice to live holy lives and die to sin. Because Christ lives in us, we posses His power for living and we can live holy lives!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heavenly Father, we are grateful for your love and mercy. You care about us and call us to holiness. You have given us your example for holy living. Help us to live Your standard of holiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-53531426467839642?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/53531426467839642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=53531426467839642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/53531426467839642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/53531426467839642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/holy-standard.html' title='A Holy Standard'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-4702133109377598255</id><published>2010-02-12T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:01:02.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Wehr'/><title type='text'>Insurance vs. Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name. John 20:30-31 (NIV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was that time of year again - time to meet with our insurance agent to review our life insurance policies. Part of me always dreads this appointment. For one thing, you know they're going to try and sell you more insurance. Secondly, the mere fact that you are meeting with them to discuss the issue of your death and how important it will be for the needs of your family to be met when that occurs can be depressing and unpleasant to think about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But having life insurance is a wise and responsible thing to do. It gives you a sense of assurance. It's not a question of whether or not you should have life insurance, but more a question of how much life insurance you should have. When is enough, enough?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course you want to have enough life insurance to cover any debts you might have. In the case of your untimely death, you wouldn't want your spouse worrying about possibly losing the house too! So that is why the insurance agent might sometimes recommend getting a term life insurance policy in addition to your whole life policy. A term life insurance policy can be purchased on a temporary basis for a certain number of years to help cover a specific debt you might have. For example, if you still have fifteen years to pay off your mortgage, it might be wise to get a term life insurance policy for fifteen years to make sure that that debt would be covered if you would die within those fifteen years. This then leaves the other life insurance policy money to help the family with other living expenses, etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As my husband and I met with our insurance agent recently to discuss such issues as these, a sense of peace came over me as we made what we think are some wise decisions to help ensure that things will all be taken care of in the future when we die. But at the same time I realized that assurance in earthly things is only temporary and can have the possibility of falling through or disappointing us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It made me even more thankful that as Christians we can have the assurance of eternal things. Not just the wonderful assurance of our salvation! But also the assurance that all of our debts have already been paid by Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior! He is our life &lt;i&gt;assurance&lt;/i&gt; policy! Because of His sacrifice on the cross, we can be assured of eternal life with God, our heavenly Father when we accept Jesus as our Savior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So which would you rather have - insurance or assurance? Yes, insurance here on earth is a good thing to have. But heavenly assurance is even better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, thank you that we can have complete assurance in you and in your Word. May we always put our faith and hope in you instead of the things of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Beth Wehr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-4702133109377598255?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/4702133109377598255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=4702133109377598255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4702133109377598255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4702133109377598255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/insurance-vs-assurance.html' title='Insurance vs. Assurance'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-2756632849983401383</id><published>2010-02-10T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:39:36.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janine Miller'/><title type='text'>Too Much Too Early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. Psalm 69:1-3 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's only 6:30 am and my day is already off to a bad start. The burden of living with someone very hard to please has weighed heavily on me from my first waking moment. My devotions fell flat, my prayers seemed to bounce off the ceiling, checking my voicemail gave me two huge assignments from my boss, and, as a final straw, the internet is down. This is too much to handle this early in the morning. Sometimes life itself just seems to be too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What do I do at a time like this? My first inclination is to throw up my hands and say, "I have no idea." But my second response is to go and get my Bible from its spot and dig in. The very first verse my eyes fall on is Lamentations 3:32 &amp;amp; 33&lt;i&gt;: Though [the Lord] brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men. &lt;/i&gt;Ahhh, balm for my troubled soul, a lifting of the burdens that feel so heavy. Even though I have troubles, the Lord will have compassion on me. He is Someone who loves me without fail-loves me despite all my failings and times when I momentarily forget He's there for me. Troubles may come, but with them comes the assurance the God loves me and cares for me. That thought sheds a bright light onto the rest of my day. He is there! He will show me His awesome compassion! Life is good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you, precious Savior, for your constant presence in my life. Thank you for being there even on my troubled days when life seems to be too much to take all at once. Thank you for the compassion you shower upon me. Help me to focus on You instead of all my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Janine Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-2756632849983401383?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/2756632849983401383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=2756632849983401383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2756632849983401383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2756632849983401383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/too-much-too-early.html' title='Too Much Too Early!'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-1899911994835051147</id><published>2010-02-08T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:54:06.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Love Never Fails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Corinthians 13:7-8 (NIV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everything in life seems to have limits. Take two pills four times a day. When you speed you pay a fine, and after too many tickets you lose your license. Food has expiration dates. Even when we do our best, we will never achieve perfection. Every pursuit in life will fade away at some time. Our Christian walk is limited by our sin. We will never fully understand God's Word or His ways. However, there is one thing that endures forever; love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There is no maximum capacity for love. Love will never expire. Love exists on such a higher level than any other achievement. Love is never a vain pursuit. Love will never be out of fashion or unnecessary. In eternity we will never cease to love. Love is the greatest!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today, our society probably confuses love and lust. Unlike love, lust is based on selfish desires and unnatural inclinations. It requires something in return and leaves a vacuum of unfulfilled wishes. Love is directed toward others and allows us to set aside our own desires so that we can give without expecting anything in return. The only way to experience this kind of love is with God's help. The more we become like Christ, the more love we can show to others. There is no limit when we love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When we examine our ways in our homes, our workplace, and our churches, the most important characteristic of our service should be how we love. Does our love protect? Do we believe well of others unless convinced otherwise? Are we positive and hopeful, or negative and critical? When under assault do we persevere in righteousness and love? Love is the ingredient that is not bound by time and it is never outdated. Love never fails; God is love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have never been unloved. This truth is larger than life, yet it is ours when we put our faith in Christ. And, because of His love, we can love. We can never give too much love or grow weary of loving. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heavenly Father, thank You for giving us perfect love. Help us to pursue love and remember that love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-1899911994835051147?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/1899911994835051147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=1899911994835051147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1899911994835051147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1899911994835051147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/love-never-fails.html' title='Love Never Fails'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-6981085026717991185</id><published>2010-02-05T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:17:02.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becki Reiser'/><title type='text'>God Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise the Lord O my soul; all my inmost being, praise His holy name. Praise the Lord O my soul, and forget not all His benefits-- who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems you from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagles. Psalms103:1-5  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;God is: How do we picture God? As we were recording a radio program for Circle of Friends the subject of our personal perception of God as a child. It amazed me that we all had different ideas of what we thought of God, and why. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Our backgrounds had such a major effect of our views. One had the thoughts of God shaking His finger at her, one thought that God was expecting perfection, another had a drill sergeant view, yet I felt that I needed to hide in the corner, and keep quiet then I would not get into trouble. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What is your view of God? Do you see Him as someone to big to approach? Or someone that doesn't really care?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;God is here, we are not waiting for Him, we are waiting for something, an answer, a leading, a direction.But God is always here! He never leaves or sleeps, or even turns his back. He is and we are a part of Him. We can be used by God, we can be His feet  or his hands. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is truth! Going from who we thought God was to who we think God is now! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; So who do you think God is? What is in your heart? Are you struggling? Are you believing lies? You need to stand firm on His promises! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, open the eyes of my heart so that I may see You and all that You are! Amen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Becki Reiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-6981085026717991185?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/6981085026717991185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=6981085026717991185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6981085026717991185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6981085026717991185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/god-is.html' title='God Is'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-8240732473947709443</id><published>2010-02-03T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:01:03.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becki Reiser'/><title type='text'>God and GPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not to your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Proverbs 3:5&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I turned 50 on Monday, and it got me to thinking about why I am not particularly thrilled with celebrating my birthdays. I have come to the conclusion that each time a birthday comes around I am not happy with the status of where I am in life. I know that sounds rather strange, until my  friend and I began to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For some reason I am never satisfied with my relationship with God, or other personal issues. My friend said that she thinks that God is able to use us right where we are, whether we are where God intends us to be or not. Sort of like when God speaks something to our heart, to go in a certain direction, and we may start out doing that thing, but for some reason, we take a detour and go in another direction. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That got me thinking about the Garman GPS that I bought for Jeff for Christmas. While using it, it tells you to "turn here or go there". If you by-pass what it tells you, it will actually say "RECALCULATING" Then it tells you the best way to get to the desired destination via another route. Our relationship with God is somewhat like that. We may have a certain "place" where we intend to go, but we take a different route to get there than originally charted. God does not get disgusted and give up on us. No, He will "recalculate" how to help us to get to our goal, by another turn, or exit. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I may not be satisfied with where I am, I may not be satisfied with my weight, or my current accomplishments,  but that does not mean that I cannot achieve my original goal, it just means that I will get there by other means! This does not mean that it is OK to be disobedient, it just means that if we miss a turn, God doesn't give up on us, He just helps us get there another way. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thanks for helping me go in the direction that will lead me to You. Whether it is by the original path charted or not. You will be with me showing me the way to turn, and the best possible route. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Becki Reiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-8240732473947709443?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/8240732473947709443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=8240732473947709443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/8240732473947709443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/8240732473947709443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/god-and-gps.html' title='God and GPS'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-2726976017769450119</id><published>2010-02-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:01:01.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Euodia &amp; Syntyche: Implored to Agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I ask Euodia and Syntyche to agree in the Lord. And, I ask you, my faithful friend to help these women." Philippians 4:2-3a (NCV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What a blessing it is to have faithful and Godly friends and family. It is encouraging to take the hand of a struggling friend and understand together how God can use tough times to grow us in our faith. There is joy when we share in ministry together. We find strength in the example of others who walk steadfast in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Euodia and Syntyche are two woman who must have been close friends. Paul states that they had labored with him in the gospel. It is likely they were faithful and capable leaders in the church and, as women, they probably had a special ministry reaching women and children for Christ. But like us, they were human. At some point there must have been a quarrel. They stopped pulling together and were equally at fault. Their example in leadership was damaged.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately, this is still a problem in our churches today. Ministry demands working with people. In our human flesh, we are incapable of constant peace and unity. Therein lays the opportunity for discord and broken relationships. Godly people can lose perspective and become involved in a personal dispute. Also, it is important to remember the rest of the church is threatened when there is unresolved conflict between members.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Euodia and Syntyche had a disagreement, and Paul heard about it while he was in prison. He did not get involved in the dilemma or take sides with either one of the women. He simply asked them to agree in the Lord. Conflict between believers is not consistent with God's Word. Usually it is a product of stubborn pride and selfish ambition. By asking others to help the women, he obstructed gossip and encouraged forgiveness and unity. Christians should be able to resolve differences and preserve peace and unity in a natural way. It should be uncomplicated when we are willing to give up our self-interest and personal recognition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Paul has a simple remedy for us in his letter to the Philippians. Joy. He tells us in verse 4 to be full of joy always. When things are going badly, when we feel like complaining, when we think we are alone, we have to remember Christ still reigns. When we know him, we can rejoice. Joy does not come from outward conditions, it comes from inward strength. Our joy can be so deep within us no person or circumstance can reach that far to grasp it from us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Joy in the Lord can be our foundation for agreement and unity. Our dispute should never be with fellow believers but only against the enemy, Satan. When we are unified in love, the strength of Christ is abundant. Teamwork, consideration of others, and unselfishness should be our goals and the outcome will be joy, love, and kindness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Are you in a dispute with a friend or Christian co-worker? Are you seeking forgiveness and reconciliation, or are you allowing Satan to feed the quarrel? Are you contributing to a conflict between others, or are you helping them to reconcile?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Give up your right-to-be-right and agree with each other in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, forgive us when we give in to self and demand our own way. Help us to remember it brings conflict and we dishonor You. Thank you for forgiveness and joy, and may we have a heart to serve with others in agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-2726976017769450119?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/2726976017769450119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=2726976017769450119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2726976017769450119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2726976017769450119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/euodia-syntyche-implored-to-agree.html' title='Euodia &amp; Syntyche: Implored to Agree'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-1302936307022906329</id><published>2010-01-29T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:29:07.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocelyn Hamsher'/><title type='text'>Loss into Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it is in a nutshell: Just as one person did it wrong and got us in all this trouble with sin and death, another person did it right and got us out of it. But more than just getting us out of trouble, he got us into life! Romans 5:18 (MSG&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I saw the invitation on my Facebook page. "You are invited to hear Dave Barker and Josh Starner share about 'Dealing with Divorce'.." The announcement went on to include details of time and place. I knew Dave and without hesitation, I texted him. I'm not usually that forward but helping others with the effects of divorce is something that is near and dear to my heart as I was a child of divorce. I offered to help if they ever needed a women's perspective, especially to the girls and ladies who would be there. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dave was excited and invited me to join them. It was later he told me that my text should have never reached him. He was in a region where there was no cell service. God had a plan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Everyone has a story. If we are human, we have endured difficult days. We live in a fallen world because of "one person". Whether it has been trauma, tragedy, divorce, walking in the consequences of poor choices, financial devastation, or ongoing battles with our thoughts, we know what it is to hurt and what it is to feel hopeless. However, because of "another person", and One far more powerful, we have been saved from being conquered by all these things! Jesus Christ has not only rescued us from being overcome and destroyed, but by His conquering of death, sin and Satan's hell, He has brought us to His side and turns evil on its head. When we give ourselves and our painful trials to Him, He will use them for His glory-perhaps we will see it tomorrow, next year, or not until we see Him face to face. But we can be sure that in submission to Him, He is able to weave together something beautiful. There is redemption! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the meantime, we have an incredible opportunity to be available for others who are experiencing hardship. To be available doesn't mean we have all the answers, or that we have finished the journey of our experience. To be available means to walk with someone else-to listen, to share where we have been and what God has shown us, to simply be present. When others can see that we have walked the valley and have emerged with a renewed faith in a good God, that there is a hope and a future, then God has already begun to redeem our adversity. God has a plan to use our pain to encourage others, to show others His heart of faithfulness, goodness and redemption, to grow us, and to emphatically declare that He is God and He will prevail. Will we give Him our pain and let Him use it for His glory? Let's pray for opportunities to share with others what God is doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank You that You are victorious and that the wake of my hardship will not destroy me. Lord, take my pain and use it to bring life and encouragement to others. You are an amazing God that You, and only You, can turn loss into life. Amen&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jocelyn Hamsher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-1302936307022906329?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/1302936307022906329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=1302936307022906329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1302936307022906329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/1302936307022906329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/loss-into-life.html' title='Loss into Life'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-977480943722539839</id><published>2010-01-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:37:40.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocelyn Hamsher'/><title type='text'>Created for Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For by Him all things were created: things in Heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him. Colossians 1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My friend Missy just called to tell me she has a new baby granddaughter. She told me her name and how beautiful she is, how much she weighs, how long she is, and how she is doing. This precious little one is a priceless gift from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God created all things - things big and beautiful and things delicate and intricate. He has designed things we see and things we don't. Powers and authorities on earth and in the heavenly realm have all been crafted by Him.  And they are all for Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We often look at creation and marvel at God's handiwork - the majestic mountains or the beauty of a sunrise. But what about you? Have you ever thought about the day God was planning you out in His mind? How He enjoyed fashioning your facial features or how the thought of your personality warmed His heart? Have you ever considered how He delighted to give your parents a smile as they saw their green eyes or dark hair when they laid eyes on you? Have you ever realized that He poured out on you the spiritual gifts and talents He wanted you to have so you could bless Him and His people? You are created by Him and for Him.  You have been made to be His. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heavenly Father, thank You for making us to be Yours. You have created such beautiful and amazing things. How humbled we are that You would consider us Your most glorious creation. Continue to use us how You will be glorified most. We want to bless You.  Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jocelyn Hamsher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7572737779060105083-977480943722539839?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/977480943722539839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=977480943722539839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/977480943722539839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/977480943722539839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/created-for-him.html' title='Created for Him'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-4595777402608573303</id><published>2010-01-21T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:34:02.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Jones'/><title type='text'>A Burning Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction. For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this… Isaiah 48:10-11 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember when I faced my first major trial as a Christ-follower. I have to admit that I was confused, and even ashamed. My experience with Christ had been so bright, joyful and romantic leading up to that point. I subconsciously assumed that everything gets easier when you have God on your side, so I felt bad about myself for finding Him to be insufficient. "Why do I hurt?" I thought, "God is still enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since then, I can honestly say that God has repeatedly tested my heart in immensely painful ways. Even as I type this, God is carefully and masterfully breaking and rebuilding my heart in a way I have never experienced. Recently I have held tight to these two verses in Isaiah, as they have reminded me of the true reason I undergo these afflictions: His own glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are facing affliction, that does not mean that God is not there for you. In fact, He is probably the one who put you there. He compares this spiritual warfare to a blazing furnace, so do not be ashamed that you feel burned. Also note how God repeats Himself when He says that He tests us for His own glory. This is perhaps the most important thing to remember. You suffer for a cause greater than your own! Is it not the greatest honor to sacrifice your comfort for the glory of your God in heaven as His son did for you? I encourage you to trust that our God is an intentional God; let that be your only hope. He does not subject us to pain without plans to rescue us. He cannot let you fall, lest He proves Himself to be unfaithful to His promises. On that day when He snatches you from the furnace, you will rejoice, and so will the ones around you. We must remember on that day to give Him the credit for our hearts' relief, for that is the very reason we suffer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am reminded of Daniel, who was thrown into a lions pit for His unabashed worship of the only true God. Later when they checked on him to their utter amazement he was alive and sitting with the lions.When he emerged, there was not a single scratch on his body, and he was freed. Could it be that God subjects us to these tests for our own freedom? Consider this: just like Daniel, we are less inhibited and tied down as servants for Christ after we have been tested than we were before we were tested. Rejoice! Christ did not suffer in vain, and neither do you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, thank you so much for allowing us to share in your heartbreak so that we may know you better. I pray that you would be glorified in my hardships. Do not relieve me of these struggles until I am ready to emerge from the furnace as the free and passionate Christ-follower you are making me to be! In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emily Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-4595777402608573303?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/4595777402608573303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=4595777402608573303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4595777402608573303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/4595777402608573303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/burning-heart.html' title='A Burning Heart'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-3237754380866399188</id><published>2010-01-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:00:27.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzie Thomas'/><title type='text'>Press On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now unto Him who is able to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work in us. Ephesians 3:20 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We had a little mouse problem this past fall, so I made a commitment to rid our home of the critters and invested in a variety of those sonar pest repellents. When the first one arrived, I read the instructions which amounted to two easy steps. First, plug the gadget into an electrical outlet. Next, press the "on" button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's right. The manufacturer had actually built in an "on-off" switch. Now, I'm no exterminator by trade, but could someone please tell me why - if I have found the answer to my problem - why I would ever want to turn it off? Ever? I'm still thinking and can't figure out why that would even be an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I plugged it in and pressed "on." It worked like a dream and I'm happy to report that our problem was quickly resolved. But somehow I felt the Lord wanted to teach me something here -something beyond how to rid our home of mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And here it is: Even after committing ourselves to live as Christ followers, we all encounter problems from time to time. That's when I need to remember the sonar pest repellent instructions: Plug in. Press on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As Christians, we are guaranteed an unending source of power, as long as we stay connected to that Source. Jesus described it as the working relationship between a vine and its branches. Apart from Him we can do nothing. The sonar pest repellent can do nothing if not plugged into the wall. Staying "plugged in" is vital if we are to allow God's power to work in and through us.&lt;br /&gt;But, even then, there are days when we don't see the results we crave right away. The enemy appears to be throwing every kind of obstacle imaginable in our path. Our prayers seem to go unanswered. What then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Press on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, help me to stay plugged into You and Your Spirit so that I can press on and be able to face the problems knowing that You are my strength. Amen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suzie Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-3237754380866399188?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/3237754380866399188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=3237754380866399188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3237754380866399188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/3237754380866399188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/press-on.html' title='Press On'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-2969264135140065015</id><published>2010-01-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:23:58.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Stutzman'/><title type='text'>Point, Don't Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Therefore, be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.  Ephesians 5:1 (NKJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blogs. I was introduced to them over three years ago  When it was still new to me, I found a thought provoking article, printed it out on a pink paper, and on occasion I read it. I want to share it because until now, it didn't meet a purpose or need for me personally; it just had a great message.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Recently, someone dear to my extended family has chosen to leave the Christian faith to pursue the path of evolution and atheism.  I have seen many walk away from God and not one has found joy or happiness in their decision, only heartache and separation. There are moments of tears, anger, frustration and sadness as I realize how this will have an effect on their families and friendships. Many thoughts flood my mind as to what I want to say to this loved one. I want everything to go back to the way it was, but I know there will be a struggle before that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What can I do to change this swayed mind? What should I say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The blog reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last week I had a dialog with a fellow Christ-follower about sharing the Christian faith with those who don't believe.  The dialog came about because she e-mailed me about praying for someone to come to know her Savior.  Sometimes believers, because of the life-changing experience that resulted from their faith, can forget what it's like to be on the outside, looking in. We can forget that not everyone is receptive to the Gospel and some just aren't interested in hearing it. And if we forget those things, or worse, are insensitive to those things, and we try to pursue someone and convince them without regard to their receptiveness we can do more damage than good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our purpose is to point people to Christ, by our words, sure; but more importantly by our lives. It's the impact of seeing someone filled with joy and hope and stamina through life more than our theological arguments that is most effective in breaking the ice. Let them see Jesus being lived out in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our purpose is to dialog, not to argue and slam them for their equally strong held beliefs, whether they be in another religion or no religion at all.  When we don't respect them, (and respect doesn't equate agreement) and that lack of respect comes through in our words, we're not pointing.  We're shooting.  Shooting them in the heart with our perceived disrespect and shooting ourselves in our evangelistic feet. And trust me; shooting is always easier than pointing. I know. I've been a Gospel gunslinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mohandas Gandhi is reputed to have said, I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ. Apparently he had seen enough of Christians shooting and not pointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am so glad I hung on to that blog article, because God is using it to remind me how walk in the presence of this conflict.  In any situation, we are to be imitators of God, walk in love (Christ as our example) and give ourselves as an offering and sacrifice to God, for a sweet-smelling aroma. He will do the work in the hearts of unbelievers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lord, thank you for this opportunity to draw wisdom and understanding, love and grace from the God who created us for His glory. I pray that my dear friend will return to you and rejoice in your creation once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Janet Stutzman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Times; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-2969264135140065015?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/2969264135140065015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=2969264135140065015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2969264135140065015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/2969264135140065015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/point-dont-shoot.html' title='Point, Don&apos;t Shoot'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572737779060105083.post-6222225838279590798</id><published>2010-01-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:01:45.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocelyn Hamsher'/><title type='text'>Footie Pajamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;The apostles gathered around Jesus and reported to him all they had done and taught. Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest." Mark 6:30-31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;I listened as she stared past me and set her eyes on a toddler clad in footie pajamas, resting on his mother's hip and secure in her embrace. With a longing gaze and soft smile she said, "I am jealous of him. How good it would feel to be where he is at, to be his age - to be taken care of." She is an accomplished woman, gifted and successful, but tired. And like all of us, wants to know there is a place where she can dwell that is safe and secure-a place where she can rest, a place where she is held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;The disciples had just returned from a trip Jesus had sent them on - healing the sick, delivering the demon-possessed and preaching the good news.  As they enthusiastically recounted their experiences to Jesus, still others were approaching ready to be ministered to as well.  Jesus took the disciples aside and said, "Let's get away a little bit so we can spend some time together, you can get a little rest and a bite to eat." (my paraphrase) They had been doing such important things that needed to be done! Despite the significance, Jesus encouraged them to do something equally important - take a break and enjoy sweet rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;There will always be activity-an e-mail to send, a phone call to return, another day of work, another meal to make. There will always be people to serve and unending opportunities to pour out more of ourselves. Many things will vie for our attention driving us to the point of exhaustion physically, mentally and emotionally. However, in order to continue on, we must be filled up. Rest, which is often the first thing to go in our hectic schedules is the very thing we need to be effective. Rest ushers us into the posture of seeing, hearing and just being with our Father. There is One who is waiting to be our Resting Place, One who will hold us and take care of us. We just need, like a little child, to allow ourselves to be held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Father, You are so strong and I can become so tired, not only physically but in my thoughts and emotions as well. Thank You for holding out Your arms so that I can run to You and be held. Not only do You allow me to rest, but You want to be the place where I rest. I love You. Amen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jocelyn Hamsher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572737779060105083-6222225838279590798?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Fdevotionals.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/6222225838279590798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572737779060105083&amp;postID=6222225838279590798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6222225838279590798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572737779060105083/posts/default/6222225838279590798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/footie-pajamas.html' title='Footie Pajamas'/><author><name>Becki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908613175281978459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11476123586014937844'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>