tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36022480873925489332024-03-12T18:13:31.149-05:00But Such is Life. . .Life, family, politics, photography, recipes/cooking, being a nurse, decorating, money-saving tips. An assortment of topics that are shared and discussed from this crazy working mother.Ronniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01038861844341274611noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602248087392548933.post-68502815679669026002010-02-02T09:54:00.004-06:002010-02-03T00:31:52.435-06:00Look who saw it!<div align="left">It, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBV0xJUO94kluPMIJjLrYvYpWARB2BzqO7W9mRy2f1gkDiV7gjNEGesQ0_UO15BjPBsPAVehoCNuie__M1JQ8S-eY055vgqDi6U5cDv0jofW8pjjhbLWG_frFF2vseRVaDP0mcrfXWy6M/s1600-h/groundhog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433675107146146194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBV0xJUO94kluPMIJjLrYvYpWARB2BzqO7W9mRy2f1gkDiV7gjNEGesQ0_UO15BjPBsPAVehoCNuie__M1JQ8S-eY055vgqDi6U5cDv0jofW8pjjhbLWG_frFF2vseRVaDP0mcrfXWy6M/s400/groundhog.jpg" border="0" /></a>being his shadow!! Six more weeks of winter for us!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">As I was driving the Little Miss to school this morning she told me this...</div><div align="left">Little Miss: Mommy, the snow looks pretty when it first falls.</div><div align="left">Me: This is true.</div><div align="left">Little Miss: But then it's not very pretty and we have to play on the blacktop because it makes the grass all mushy. </div><div align="left">Of course, I'm thinking she's brilliant!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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It's from <a href="http://www.zionshope.org/">Zion's Hope</a> and it has incredible meaning!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">TEN TRUTHS FOR A TRIUMPHANT NEW YEAR</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">...from the Heart of Marv Rosenthal</span></strong></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong>10</strong> </em></span>THE CHRISTIAN IS CONTINUALLY CONFRONTED WITH GREAT OPPORTUNITIES THAT ARE BRILLIANTLY DISGUISED AS INSOLVABLE PROBLEMS.<br />In 2010 you will have problems. You can mark it down and count on it. Nobody enjoys problems, but our Lord permits problems to enter our lives. How we respond to them is the </span><br />critical issue. Problems are often the gateway to the greatest blessings. Therefore, view your problems as opportunities to reflect God’s glory. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">9 </span></em></strong>OBSTACLES ARE THOSE FRIGHTFUL THINGS YOU SEE WHEN YOU TAKE YOUR EYES OFF GOD.<br />So don’t take your eyes off the Savior. Spend less time watching the news, biting your nails, and fretting over the direction of our country. Spend more time in God’s Word!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">8 </span></em></strong>IT IS NEVER RIGHT TO DO WRONG TO DO RIGHT.<br />The end never justifies the means. Good intentions never justify wrong behavior. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do" is never acceptable behavior for the believer.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">7 </span></em></strong>NO PROBLEM CAN WITHSTAND THE ASSAULT OF IMPASSIONED PRAYER.<br />There is great truth in the phrase that "prayer moves the heart that moves the world."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">6 </span></em></strong>DIVINE SOVEREIGNTY DOES NOT NEGATE HUMAN RESPONSIBILITY.<br />You can’t steer a parked car. God does not lead Christians who stay home, fold their hands, and "wait for their ship to come in." God doesn’t always provide us with the proverbial handwriting on the wall. Step out in faith in accordance with biblical principles and the Lord will direct your paths.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">5 </span></em></strong>YESTERDAY IS A CANCELLED CHECK; TOMORROW IS A PROMISSORY NOTE; TODAY IS THE ONLY CASH YOU HAVE – SO SPEND IT WISELY.<br />"Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest" (John 4:35). "Jesus, may I live every day for You with eternity’s values in view." This should be our daily prayer.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">4 </span></em></strong>A BELIEVER'S MIND, ONCE STRETCHED BY A NEW TRUTH FROM GOD’S WORD, NEVER CONTRACTS TO ITS ORIGINAL DIMENSIONS.<br />We grow in grace and in the knowledge of our Lord. That means we must sometimes have the courage to let go of wrong concepts and embrace new ones. Sometimes saying "I was wrong" is a sign of strength. Only with a worldview that is garrisoned by God’s Word can we rightly understand where we came from, where we are heading, and how to live between those two points.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">3 </span></em></strong>PROGRESS ALWAYS INVOLVES RISK. AS THE OLD BASEBALL SAYING GOES, "YOU CAN’T STEAL SECOND BASE WHILE KEEPING YOUR FOOT ON FIRST BASE."<br />All Christian advances require that men and women of faith dare to accomplish great things for God in harmony with His will for their lives.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">2 </span></em></strong>JESUS CAME TO PAY A DEBT HE DID NOT OWE, BECAUSE WE OWED A DEBT WE COULD NOT PAY.<br />Salvation is all of grace – and the proper and acceptable response to grace is undying gratitude to God that should be evidenced in our daily lives through our attitudes and actions.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">1 </span></em></strong>JESUS IS COMING AGAIN!<br />Whether it be by resurrection or rapture, Christ’s coming is the believer’s Blessed Hope. We just can’t lose. We are more than conquerors through Christ. So, enter the New Year triumphantly!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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