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Horses cannot learn to speak our language. It’s up to us to listen to theirs. Read Anna Blake’s description of why this is important.
The first thing to remember about horses is that their senses are just better than ours.
I’ve never trusted my own senses. I consider it a good thing.
While I was still in grade school, I broke my nose on a sheep. These things happen; he was a big cross-eyed ram by the name of Grandpa. So, I don’t have a good sense of smell, but no worries, if I imagine what it might smell like I get by. It should impact my taste but you can’t convince me that raspberries taste better to you.
I was born with flimsy eardrums and flunked all my hearing tests in school. Two childhood surgeries later, no improvement. My parents debated whether I wasn’t able to hear or just didn’t listen. I do in fact have a hearing loss. It’s the lower tone range, so it’s mainly men I don’t listen to. I…
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God can be found everywhere. Take time to look for Him today.
Writers are scavengers—we gather scraps and pieces together and turn them into stories.
I found these things as we did a scavenger hunt and free-write at writing group.
God is amazing how he gives us this beautiful world to live in. We see these kinds of common objects in nature, and sometimes they’re just there in the background and we don’t take notice of them. He creates such a huge variety of shapes, colors and textures.
The pine cone is rough and uneven. It reminds me how the Lord loves us even though we have bumps and ridges.
A vibrant green leaf is full of new life and moisture. This makes me think of how we come alive with Jesus and he gives us living water and gifts.
Wood chips are chiseled from a big piece of wood. They bear resemblance of the tree…
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A man, or woman, can be recognized by the vehicle they drive.
My husband and I drive what I call, “his and her black Dodges.” If someone who knows us sees either of these vehicles they know at least one of us is nearby.
The Durango is recognized as my car only if someone has seen me with it, driving it, or getting in / out of it. If a person never sees me with that car they don’t know which one in the parking lot belongs to me. The car and I have to be seen together.
Reading scripture verses as follow-up to last week’s sermon a theme stood out in these words ─ united, together, fellowship, conformity, purchased, abide, and known. Words describing our relationship with Jesus Christ. But, to be recognized as belonging to Christ, we must be “seen” together.
A man can be recognized by his truck because of his relationship with that truck. They’ve been seen together. Can people recognize we are followers of Christ by our relationship with Him? Are we seen together?
Some of the verses:
1 Corinthians 1:9
1 Corinthians 2:6
~Cindy Payne ©
I peer out over the lake. Watching the water ripple in the breeze. The waves gently lapping the shoreline.
Several yards away from where I sit on the rock, I see the turtle’s head, barely above the waterline.
As a boat approaches, the waves get stronger, crashing louder. The turtle disappears, diving deeper into the water.
“But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind”, James 1:6 (NIV).
I continue to watch. The turtle reappears.
Another boat, the turtle dives again. This time I think, Is the water quieter down below these waves?
As I sit, watching the waves, the boats, and the turtle, my mind turns to God. His creation, the beauty, but even more His provision – for quiet, for peace, for safety.
The turtle dove into the water to escape the turbulent waves caused by the boats’ wake. We can dive deeper into the Word of God to escape the turbulence caused within the world.
Worry, doubt, problems, loss ─ these often make us feel tossed and blown by the waves of trouble.
Diving deeper into Scripture can bring a tranquility not seen from the surface.
“I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm”, Psalm 55:8 (NIV).
Jesus said, “I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit,” John 15:1-2 (NASB)
The owner of the vineyard tells me she removes the branches that are dead. That she added a new branch (root) which is already entwined with the older vine.
Jesus continues, “Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing.”
When growing grapes, the entire plant is considered the grape vine. It is this portion from which all other branches, leaves, and fruit, must grow. Rosalie went on to explain for the fruit to reach its maximum potential, it must receive plenty of sunlight. This means that even some of the beautiful leaves and young shoots must be pruned away. This makes room for the sun to shine through. She said she didn’t like to do that part but, if she didn’t, then there wouldn’t be tasty grapes to eat.
Jesus used the examples of vines, branches, and fruit to help us see ─ our lives are a lot like a grapevine. The dead wood (sin) must be removed and destroyed. Unnecessary parts of our busy days need to be carefully pruned to allow the Light of the Son to shine through. When Jesus, the Son, shines in our lives then fruit will grow.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control…” Galatians 5:22-23 (NASB)
We should all desire to be “the pleasing aroma of Christ”
On walks or bike rides, I take many pictures of trees, bushes and flowers. It never ceases to amaze me how a grand transition takes place every spring from the gray and brown, to tinges of green, and finally into the array of color we experience in late April.
One especially beautiful flowering tree, is the pear tree. Its white explosions are bursting forth all over town. When walking downtown one day I was struck by the way the white buds shone against the sky and buildings. The blossoms seemed to inhale sunlight, exhaling in white as bright as glistening angel wings.
Then I walked under a few of them and I got a whiff of air that turned my stomach. I thought, there must be a nearby restaurant throwing out rotten food or something? When I walked back through that spot, I went up very close and took a…
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This morning, during a time of quiet reflection, I desired to empty my busy mind of thoughts and troubles. Just to free head space so I could hear God. There are many Bible verses, and times of despair, that tell us to call out to God.
But truly, He’s the One doing the calling. He calls us to draw close to Him in our times of trouble. He calls us to seek Him in our times of decisions. He calls us to share the gospel. He calls us, like Peter, to feed “His sheep.” He calls us to salvation. Continue reading
Passion is a driving force
What does searching for a lost horse and stopping a quarrel between 12 year old girls have in common?
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The other day, 12 year old girls got into a spat at a softball game. Pulled hair, pushing at each other, and name calling resulted. One mother stepped in to defend her daughter, leaving the other mother standing speechless.
A horse that I’ve taken care of over many years was sold to a new owner. The young lady who previously owned this horse is trying to locate the new owner. She wants to ensure the horse is happy and well cared for. Through social media, the search for this horse (Chloe) has expanded to several states and hundreds of people.
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I put lots of time in sharing the photos and posts of the horse on Facebook. Made flyers to post in feed stores and at horse events. Spent brain power on “who to tag next”, “where else can we put flyers”, etc. I feel passionate about this horse and the search to find out if she’s safe.
In Luke, Chapter 15 Jesus tells parables of a “lost sheep”, a “lost coin”, and “the prodigal son”. Each of these stories reflect a passion to find that which is lost. The father of the prodigal son even comes to the son’s defense in the face of his envious brother.
A mother (or father) evokes passion in the defense of their child. God is passionate in our defense too.
A searcher harnesses his (or her) passion in the quest to locate the lost. God is the Searcher who is pursuing the lost. His passion is all-consuming and He will not cease to search and find those who are His.
I’m grateful that we have a God who is more passionate than a defending parent, more passionate than a shepherd looking for a sheep, more passionate than those who spend hours hunting for that last coin.
His passion is everlasting and is a Driving Force. He asks us to share in this passion by telling others of Him. Of Jesus. Of His love. Let’s keep looking for the lost.