tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1945972717402607052024-03-19T11:58:12.974-07:00Jacque's JourneyJacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-57133033637654607492014-08-25T12:11:00.000-07:002014-08-25T12:11:08.454-07:00What If...<div class="MsoNormal">
What if when you die, you find out believing Jesus Christ to
be the Son of God wasn’t true?<o:p></o:p></div>
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What if in the end, you found out the life, death and
resurrection of Jesus Christ wasn’t real?<o:p></o:p></div>
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What if those that profess the only way to eternal life with
God is having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ—but in the end, eternal
life just didn’t happen?<o:p></o:p></div>
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What if when you die, there was no heaven or hell and you
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What if when you die, you find out none of what you heard
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But, what if it is?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have put my faith in Christ and know for certain if I die
today, I will spend eternity in the presence of God Almighty. I’m trusting that
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<b><i> “Now this is eternal life: that they
may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.”</i>
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<b><i>“Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes
to the Father except through me.”</i> John 14:6<o:p></o:p></b></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-42936078310718342762014-08-04T11:45:00.001-07:002014-08-04T11:45:24.193-07:00Childhood Pranks and "Mrs. Kravitz"<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Let me preface this story by admitting, as
number five of six kids, w<i>e were
hoodlums!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Imagine an over-the-top
mischievous version of the neighborhood “Little Rascals”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We Moore kids staked claimed on our North 8<sup>th</sup>
Street territory like nobody’s business. Ramping our bikes fearlessly over dirt-mounded curbs, decapitating the neighbors’ pretty flowers gardens and yelling
“Red Rover” and “Ally, ally oxen (outs) in free” disturbingly loud--way past
dark. You name it, we did it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Oh my goodness…before I go on, a little grace here…okay?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One of our neighbors we loved to pester was
the neighborhood “Mrs. Kravitz”, if you may. She was a bit skittish—an obviously easy prey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was late evening—pitch dark—but back in
the day, that’s when kids played their hardest and best. My sister and I were still outside, not ready to give up our playtime. We glanced across the street and noticed “Mrs.Kravitz’s”
kitchen light on. We could see through the open window that she was washing
dishes at her sink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Putting on our best hoodlumness, we quietly snuck over to her window, and on the
count of “3” jumped up wildly yelling, “Aaaaaahhhhh-ga-boo-ga-la!” and then ran
away as fast as our legs would allow. But before we got out of ear-shot, we
were pleased to hear “Mrs. Kravitz” let out a blood-curdling scream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(Weren’t we were awful? Our parents moved us
to the country when I was in 3<sup>rd</sup> grade. In celebration, I think that
was the day 8<sup>th</sup> Street invented neighborhood block parties.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Although, I still love a good prank now and
then, I’d like to think I’ve matured <i>a
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">To grow in the Lord, <i>we </i>must take the initial step toward maturity. Reading our Bibles,
being faithful in prayer, maturing our walk with Christ…it all takes effort.
But rest assured, perseverance is the key to completion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Even in our childish ways, I’m so glad God
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So persevere on, my friends—and thank
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Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-54509548961689733052014-07-08T07:25:00.000-07:002014-07-13T18:56:19.079-07:00Oreos and Fruit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was younger, I remember my oldest
brother, Steve, had an obsession for Oreo cookies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And my second oldest brother, Jeff, had an
obsession for anything that wasn’t his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One evening, my mom drove to pick up my
brother, Steve, from his summer job. He had left a package of Oreos in the car
and was anticipating eating them after work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jeff was along for the ride, sitting quietly
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Steve turned around to see Jeff’s face
smeared with a dark gooey substance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I don’t know.” Jeff replied, with a sheepish
chocolate grin and empty cookie package crumbled in his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Steve was livid. I don’t quite remember what
happened after that—maybe a little bloodshed or rubbing of knuckles—those
things that brothers do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Do you ever totally blow it in life and hear
God ask, “Where are my fruits?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness and self-control.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Do you sit in a stupor with the evidence
plainly smeared from your actions and sheepishly answer, “I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m sure I have. But the great thing is, God
forgives a repentant heart and will continually fill it with His fruit for us
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us be quick to respond, “I want to experience You, Lord. Give me opportunities
so Your harvest will be revealed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,
faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> <br />
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Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-84357113356084217652014-07-06T12:55:00.000-07:002014-07-06T12:55:10.177-07:00Washing Windows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was about nine or ten, my mom and dad
purchased a service station. "Moore's Apco" was located at a prime spot on </span><st1:street style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Summit Street</st1:address></st1:street><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">and was considered a
“full-service” station. A quick check under the hood and a clean windshield was
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One lazy summer, I begged my mom to let me “help
out” by washing the customers’ car windows. I was thrilled when she finally
agreed—eager to prove my excellent window-washing skills <i>and</i> earn a few extra dollars.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The day finally </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">came—I </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> was excited and
ready. I had slipped on my most comfy tennis shoes, pulled my long hair back in
a ponytail and practiced my winning smile. I was determined to be the best
windshield washer in town!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This was going to be a piece of cake! </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I thought to myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I eagerly rushed out the door and was at the
side of his car like a seasoned pro. After greeting him with a polite “Good
morning!”, I began cleaning the driver’s side windshield with precision while
taking care to periodically flash my winning smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As I stretched on my tip-toes to clean the
windshield, the car’s antenna somehow slipped through the backside of my
ponytail, firmly holding me hostage. My soapy hands instantly flew wildly at my
captive head, tugging forcefully to free myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A smile spread to the man’s face as he exited
his car and rushed to my rescue. He gently maneuvered my soapy pony tail mess
over the antenna, freeing me from my restraint. I was mortified—but grateful for
the release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">That was the first and last day of my windshield
washing job. I vowed never again to beg my mom into washing windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes in life, we have the best intentions in doing good, but in our own strength we fail miserably. Without
the help of Someone greater, we can end up like an impaled puppet, wildly
flapping our arms and getting nowhere fast. We look helpless, awkward and can
even become immobilized.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But if we stop and look to our heavenly
Father, He waits with delight to gently rescue us from our restraints. He is
our Rescue and ever-present Help.</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will
protect him, for he acknowledges my name.” –Psalm 91:14<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-46219284257545618252014-06-29T16:14:00.000-07:002014-06-29T16:14:34.150-07:00Stupid Head<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Several years ago, my family and I were
eating at a local restaurant. All I wanted was a salad. I’d been thinking about
it all day…already had it planned in my head…and could almost taste each bite
just thinking about it. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I grazed through the salad bar, strategically
placing the lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, cheese…and so on…you get the picture—until
I had the “perfect salad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As I sat down at the table, I placed my
napkin in my lap and grabbed my fork, ready to begin the feast. The rest of my
family had ordered their food and began to eat, as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My daughter, Lindsay, who sat across from me,
picked up her fork and noticed a small patch of dried food on the handle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Gross!” she muttered. “There’s food on my
fork!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, wipe if off.” I said. “It’s just on
the handle.” (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She began to pick at it with her fingernail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Just as I was about to take a bite of my beautiful
masterpiece, I looked up to see Lindsay flick the bit of dried food from
her fork. As if in slow motion, it propelled to the wall and ricocheted—you guessed
it— smack dab in the middle of my salad!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My
salad…my beautiful, masterpiece salad…ruined! And I hadn’t even gotten to taste
it yet!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As I sat in disbelief looking at my tarnished
mound of happy, my eyes began to squint and jaw tighten. Before I could even
think clearly, my squinted eyes veered across the table at my daughter and I spewed the words, “You
Stupid Head!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Now, let me take a moment and say that I don’t
ever recall calling my kids names, and I have never in my life even said the word “Stupid Head”—ever. I have
no idea where it came from. I couldn’t help it…it just flew subconsciously out
of my mouth. Lindsay said fire shot out of my eyes, too, but I think she’s embellishing
just a little.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What happened in the next few moments was
priceless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Wide-eyed, Lindsay looked at her brother,
Mathew—then back at me—then at her dad. And as if planned, the three of them harmoniously
burst into a guffaw of laughter. And then I whole-heartedly joined them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Being called “Stupid Head” is now considered
a term of endearment in our family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This should be my life’s motto:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Then our mouth was filled with laughter and our tongue with joyful
shouting; Then they said among the nations, “The <span class="small-caps">Lord</span>
has done great things for them.” Psalm 126:2</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">God really does do great things for us. Just
the fact that He created laughter is soothing to the soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Enjoy each moment</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">—</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">and laugh—the rest of your life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-89078446497408116582014-06-22T11:58:00.000-07:002014-06-22T11:58:12.317-07:00The White Cloud<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My high school set of wheels was a 1960 white Ford Falcon. Driving it was a trip! It had a couple of highly noticeable fender
dents, bright blue polyester seat covers to hide the worn interior, and when I
would turn the steering wheel to the right, the horn would automatically honk. (I got really good
at waving.) But I didn’t care—the “White Cloud” was mine and it got me where I
needed to go…well, mostly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One of the things I had to be careful of was
the gas tank. The gauge didn’t work. But back in the 70s, with the price of gas
at $0.57 a gallon, it didn’t take much to keep it full.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One winter evening my brother, Jeff, borrowed
my car to do whatever ornery teenage brothers do. He must’ve driven it all
night, because he left the gas tank practically dry. But do you think he had
the sense to tell me? Not hardly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next day I had to perform with a singing
group I was involved with at school. It was an evening performance and I was
decked out in my formal wear with high heels. After singing I headed toward
home—about 2 miles west of town—and just as I passed the <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arkansas</st1:place></st1:state> bridge, the White Cloud
chug-a-chugged its last gas fume and slowly coasted to the side of the road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My heart sank. It was cold, dark, miles from
home and I was dressed in a silk dress with open-toe heels. Ugh!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My brother
knew I had always kept careful watch on my gas tank, and he was just ornery
enough to put me in this predicament on purpose. The thought of Jeff snickering
at my situation made me even angrier as I trudged home in the dark. Thankfully, I made it home just fine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I am in God’s word, praying and filling
my spiritual tank, my level of trust, faith and walk with Christ is steady. But
if I’m not careful and miss a few days of fellowship with God, I tend to lose
momentum, sputter along and eventually coast into the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Proverbs 4:26 says, <b><i>“</i></b></span><b><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Give
careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Let these wo</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">rds</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> encourage you to be in daily
fellowship with God. Keep careful watch on your spiritual tank and you’ll never
find yourself sputtering or coasting to the side of the road—but instead, walking
in a strong, steadfast relationship with our Lord.</span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-18820889422573059792014-06-15T13:36:00.000-07:002014-06-15T13:36:53.999-07:00The Segway<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Several years ago, I went to Branson with
some girlfriends. While there, we had the bright idea to ride Segways. If you
don’t know what a Segway is, picture standing on a skateboard with big bike-like
handles that you hold on to. It actually sounded like loads of fun, so
naturally I was game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Segway instructors were patient and very
professional, training us how to use the vehicle properly. Before being released at
top speed, you had to pass an “operational test” at a slower speed. After
passing the test, you were given free reign of the track.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The key to power was leaning forward with
your body into the bars—standing straight up would slow you down. After about 10-15
minutes of tootling around the track, I thought I had it mastered—<i>piece of
cake</i>—and was released from my training session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Several of us girls wheeled around the curves
as if we were power-shopping on Black Friday. It was great fun. We laughed and
giggled at how silly we looked until our faces hurt. Then all too soon, our
time was up and the instructors motioned us into the pit stop.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I wanted to take one last spin on my power
board, so I maneuvered myself quickly around the curves before coasting into the
pit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As I slowed to stop, I stepped off the board. My body </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">accidently leaned
forward which caused my Segway to leap forward…with me still holding on. I
began to spin in circles as I held on tightly to the handlebars. All the tootle
training I’d mastered earlier instantly vanished. As I made circle donuts aside
my runaway Segway, I could see my girlfriends out of the corner of my eye
laughing hysterically. They were all shouting, “Just let go! Let go!” All I
could think of was, </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">they’re all laughing,
and I’m gonna die!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Somehow I managed to maneuver my body upright
enough for the contraption to come to a halt. The instructors rushed to my side
and quickly took possession of the beast—rescuing me from my awkward display of
spinning aerobics—and what dignity, if any, I had left. Afterwards, I realized
how silly I must’ve looked and joined in the laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes we go through life and want to hold
on to things that aren’t necessarily good for us. We hear the words, “Just let
go!” It sounds easy enough—but instead we tighten our grip, lose focus of the
instructions, causing us to spin in frustrating circles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But be encouraged!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Psalm 48:14 says: “For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end.”</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Even when our lives get crazy and spin awkwardly in circles, He is always there, ready to guide us to safety. Trust, obey, lean
into God—and let go!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-42375033270408105192014-06-08T12:58:00.001-07:002014-06-08T15:04:50.192-07:00The Burrito<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>I have been on a homemade Chipotle burrito kick lately...and it prompted me to write about one of my favorite teenage memories. I hope you enjoy!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was back in the 70s and life was good. My
best friend, Mary and I were joined at the hip. We did almost everything
together. We sunbathed on rooftops, sang together in school and church, and
shared our lunch hour most every school day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One particular day, we decided to walk to one
of the neighboring grade schools to eat. In those days, we had an open lunch
hour—no cafeteria—so if you didn’t bring a lunch, you ate wherever your dollar
bill would take you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After walking several blocks to the school, we
quickly went through the food line, found a couple of seats across from each
other and plopped down with our food trays. The menu for the day was tasty
burritos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As we began to eat, we giggled and chatted in between bites about our
cute hair and upcoming weekend plans—not paying much attention to anyone around
us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Not long after we had seated, a distinguished
business man in a suit and tie sat down beside my friend. He offered no smiles
or acknowledgements as he joined our table, and quietly began to consume his
tasty burrito. At first we thought it a little <i>La-T-Da! W</i>e exchanged mirrored smirks, but eventually shrugged
off his disinterest and returned to our burritos and giggly-girl conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mary picked up her fork and proceeded to cut
into the last half of her burrito. As soon as she took a stab at the little
rascal, the burrito instantly jetted from her fork tines, soared with airborne
momentum into a perfect sequence of rotation flips, landing effortlessly below
her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In disbelief of what had happened, Mary did a double-take—looking down to
her side and then back across the table at me. Her eyes were wide as her hand
nonchalantly cupped the side of her face. She leaned toward me and mouthed, <i>My burrito landed on his leg!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I stifled a gasp and my eyes slowly glanced
across the table at the man in the suit. He had finished his lunch and was now sitting
comfortably reading a newspaper. The soaring burrito had not fazed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mary frantically found my eyes once again and
mouthed, <i>What should I do?</i> I mouthed
back, <i>Go get it!</i> From her facial
expression, it was obvious that was not the answer she wanted to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As my friend’s hand slowly went to her side
and reached toward the burrito, her head remained facing me; only her eyes
followed her slight hand movement. I watched the man in the suit cautiously for
any abrupt reaction. After a few long and agonizing seconds, Mary’s hand
surfaced to the table. The burrito was wrapped safely in a napkin and the man
in the suit miraculously hadn’t budged an inch. Success!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Mary and I couldn’t get out of the cafeteria
fast enough. As soon as we hit the pavement we exploded with laughter—our
giggles carrying us all the way back to school.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">To this day, the burrito story is one of my
favorite memories with my friend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Proverbs 31:25 says: <i>“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to
come.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Life can be exhausting, but sometimes all it
takes is a bit of laughter to lighten the load and refresh your weary day. And I believe God enjoys hearing His adored people let out a good belly laugh now and then. Even
if it’s from the tip of a fork tine!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So go ahead…laugh. It may be provide the strength needed to carry you along your own personal journey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-4693699307506044462014-06-01T14:26:00.000-07:002014-06-01T14:26:47.379-07:00Picture Barbies<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Growing up, my childhood was fairly simple and carefree. As in most families, we had the basics of life: clothing, food, shelter…pretty much the necessities. But there was one thing my sister and I longed for early in our childhood that wasn’t on the “necessity” list.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbies. Yes, good old-fashioned Barbie dolls.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So not to be disappointed, my sister, Annette and I used our creativity by doing what we thought most 6 and 8 year olds would do. We used our older sister, Becci’s, friends’ school pictures as our “Barbie” dolls. Besides, what else were those little 3x4 black and whites good for, right?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Becci had loads of beautiful girlfriends, so we always had our choice of fashionable pretend Barbies. But in the male “Ken” department…the 3x4 pick of what we called handsome was desperately lacking. There was one picture in particular that was awkwardly squirrelly. And being the youngest, I always ended up with Mr. Squirrely as my “Ken” doll. But all-in-all, it was great fun.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Well, time passed, and it wasn’t long before Mom purchased us “real” Barbies. My sister and I were so excited. Even though we enjoyed our pretend dolls, we didn’t hesitate tossing the 3x4s to the side for the real thing. Especially Mr. Squirrely, in exchange for a handsome Ken doll!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Have you ever pretended, like me, about something you wanted differently in your life? I would imagine most of us have at one time or another.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But the great thing is, we have a God who loves us and desires to give us THE real thing—peace, compassion, joy…and so much more. He always has something better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So whether it be a 3x4 picture Barbie—even a Mr. Squirrely—let me assure you, nothing can take the place of the Real Thing. And it begins with a relationship with Him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-66880733143901409482014-05-18T12:18:00.001-07:002014-05-18T12:18:30.205-07:00Cooking 101 With Denise<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I had no clue how to cook a meal until after I got married.
And even then, there was a lot of trial and error. Good old macaroni and cheese
was a common staple in my kitchen, and more times than not, it became the quick
substitute from an epic fail meal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But, there was one meal I learned to cook from a friend of
mine while in junior high school. I don’t even know the name of it—it was some kind
of magnificent tuna stuff. I was just in awe of how my friend seemed to throw
it together effortlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Denise had invited me home with her after school one
afternoon. She only lived a few blocks from the junior high and I was delighted
to be her guest that day. After arriving, we did what most teenage girls did:
listened to music in her room, shared stories of what boys we thought were most
cute and discussed what we’d be wearing to school the next day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon after, Denise announced that her mom was working late
and she needed to start dinner for the family. I’m sure the surprised look on
my face humored her. I’d never heard of such a thing. She was going to cook
dinner for the family? After all, we were just junior high kids. Wasn’t that
what moms did?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Curious as to what was involved in this “making of dinner”
thing, I followed her into the kitchen. Like a seasoned pro, Denise flitted
around the room, pulling pans and kitchen gadgets from the cabinets. She even grabbed ingredients from
the refrigerator I’d never even heard of. I stood in a stupor of pure amazement
as she chopped, tossed and created this incredible meal, seemingly with ease.
She even let me sneak a taste during the process. It was delicious!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After my friend was finished, I said, “That thing…what you
just did. Would you run that past me again? I want to take notes.” I think she
giggled—or shook her head in disbelief—or both. But bless her heart, Denise
took the time to slowly explain step-by-step instructions for her goofy
cooking-novice friend. To this day, I still remember how, and continue to make
the incredible “Tuna Stuff”. Thank you, Denise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Wouldn’t it be great if when God did something fabulous in our
lives, we would stop and say, “That thing…what You just did. Would You run that
past me again? I want to take notes.” And then thank Him for it?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I think God would be delighted to have us respond that way, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">don’t you?</span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-63529240289606481842014-05-11T15:48:00.000-07:002014-05-11T15:48:09.995-07:00A New Path<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">I kind of thought I was done blogging for
awhile. In each journal entry during my cancer treatment and healing period, I
poured out an extremely personal season of my life. And in doing so, it left my
“testimony tank” feeling empty and dry. I didn’t know what to do next, so I
waited and prayed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">During this dry period, I was involved in a
Bible study called <i>Experiencing God – Knowing and Doing the Will of God</i>.
I had actually gone through the study at least 2 other times in the past, but
for some reason, it really clicked with me this time. In the 12-week study, I
learned to wait on God, hear His voice and be quick to obey. The study also
emphasized that God speaks through prayer, Bible study, circumstances and the
church (body).<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Soon after I began the study, I received an
email from a friend asking why I had stopped blogging. I explained I
wasn't sure what I was supposed to write about and was waiting on God for
direction. I didn't want to blog just to blog. I shared with her that God had
given me a specific purpose in the beginning of my journey and I had been
praying for that same inspiration and direction again. My friend encouraged me
to keep writing, as reading my weekly posts had given her strength through some
tough times in her own life. I was humbled to think that something 'plain ol
me' had written could make a difference in someone's life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">A week or so later, another friend wrote and
asked if she could share some of my written testimony in her ladies' church
gathering. She also encouraged me by saying my words were an inspiration to her
and added, <i>please continue to write!</i> The ladies she
shared my testimony with were stirred and asked for my blog address—eager to
read some of my previous posts. Once again, humbleness embraced me, and I
thought, <i>Okay God, what are you doing
here?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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Both of my friends had no idea how their kind words were an answer to my prayer.
God was speaking through them and I was learning to listen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">So I guess I write all of this to say, I prayed,
I waited, I listened and God spoke. He has given me direction once again, and it
feels good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Thank you, not only to those mentioned above, but to others who have encouraged
me to continue on with this blog. Although my life is moving forward on a
new path of trusting Him, God's purpose is the same.</span></div>
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It's still all about the relationship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-34349757369240935072014-03-16T17:37:00.000-07:002014-03-16T17:37:06.147-07:00He Answered<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If
you’re on Facebook or received my personal email message, you have read of my
health update this past week. If not, word on the street is…my PET scan was
clear! The doctors have declared that
the cancer is in remission. I am claiming God’s healing grace and offering Him
my humble and thankful praise.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The
next step is to continue appointments every two months with my ENT along with a
six month check-up with the oncologist.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">God is
incredibly good—isn’t He?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">On
another note, I would appreciate your prayers for a dear friend of mine as she
continues her journey in battling the ugly cancer beast. She is traveling to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Kansas City</st1:place></st1:city> this Monday
to consult with doctors regarding a new cancer treatment program. Please join
me in praying God’s sovereign hand in her situation as they meet with the
specialists on Tuesday. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Now to
him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according
to his power that is at work within us.” Ephesians 3:20<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank
you, praying friends.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I ended my chemotherapy and radiation treatments last
November, I wondered, <i>What’s next, God?</i>
Since then, with thanksgiving and awe of His grace toward me, I began to pray,
“Lord, thank you for carrying me through the most difficult journey I have ever
experienced. When I wanted to give up—in every instance, Your mercy was greater. Every single time. So God, I surrender. Whatever You want from me, I’ll do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Each time I prayed that prayer, I meant it. And you know
what God did? He answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Several weeks ago, I was asked to pray about sharing a small
portion of my testimony in church. I've mentioned in previous posts of how
speaking in front of crowds was definitely out of my comfort zone. But as I
remembered my prayer of submission, I realized, this was one of the <i>What’s next, God?</i> opportunities. So last
Sunday, I did it—I shared. Even though speaking in front of a large crowd was a
little daunting, I realized once again, this wasn’t about me. It was an
opportunity to share about a relationship—a God relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Oh my. God is teaching me so much during this crazy journey
of mine. And for some reason, that only my heavenly Father knows, I’m still
here. But one thing is for certain, through every trial and victory I continue
to experience God more and more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Because you see, it’s all about the relationship.</span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-45086723258438124942014-03-09T15:18:00.001-07:002014-03-09T15:18:08.905-07:00My Conversation With God<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The following is a conversation I had with God this past
weekend. At first, I hesitated sharing it publically because it was so personal
to me. But I believe there is someone reading this right now that needs to know
how important a trusting relationship with God is. When He speaks, we need to listen. And when He is silent, we
only need to trust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I went to bed Friday night around 10:30 pm. My body was
tired, but my mind wouldn’t allow sleep to come. As I lay in bed, I began to
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My two
spunky grand-boys keep me smiling. I love watching them play, listening to
their rough-house giggles as they wrestle with their Gpa, and mostly, hearing
them say “I love you, Gma.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My entire
family is an incredible bundle of joy. We express love for each other easily
and they bless my heart in each of their quirky ways.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And my church family
surpasses all others, in my books, not to mention the wonderful friends You’ve
placed in my life.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So, if You don’t mind, I’d like to be around to enjoy all of
these blessings a while longer. I guess, what I’m saying is…I just want to
live.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And God said, <i>The
world you live in is broken. Living here on earth will bring more heartache,
pain and suffering.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">God continued, <i>Life in
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and turning in bed, but the only sound breaking the silence was the soft snore of my husband
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And then I prayed, <i>Father,
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This
week ushers in “the biggie”…aka the PET scan. After several months of
successful healing from chemo and radiation treatments, the scheduled scan will
determine if there is any cancer activity remaining in my body. So, my fellow warriors,
I’d appreciate your prayers this Wednesday as I travel to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Wichita</st1:place></st1:city> for the 2–3 hour procedure. Results
will be discussed during my follow-up appointment the week after. As always, I
am amazed at God's hove</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">r</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">ing </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">grace and peace…and of course the continued support
from my wonderful prayer partners. Thank you, once again.</span></i></div>
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drifted over my laptop screen, gazing through the french doors into my backyard.
I began to stare at our wooden deck where glistening ice had formed, along with
a few spots of dusted snow that had clung to the ice, seemingly hiding from the
swirly wind. The da</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.555556297302246px; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">y</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> p</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.555556297302246px; line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">r</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">oved</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> bitterly cold.</span></div>
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You, God, for the seasons You provide. Each transitions beautifully in Your perfect
timing. As I tire of winter and wait anxiously for the budding of spring,
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank You, God, for
the covering swirls of soft, white snow. It is a beautiful reminder of Christ’s
death on the cross and through a personal relationship with Him, my sins are covered, completely forgiven, and washed as white as snow.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-71359094326560321092014-02-16T19:12:00.000-08:002014-02-16T19:12:38.269-08:00Joy is in the Journey<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Hello everyone!<br />I don't have any medical updates to share as yet. I'm doing well and enjoying every day life. As I prayed about what to share this week, God brought to mind some "Joy Journeys" to blog about. I hope it encourages you with hope in your relationship with our blessed Savior. God bless all of you! --Jacque</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was ten years old, I made a decision that would
affect my life forever: I gave my heart to Jesus. I remember one Sunday our
pastor gave an invitation at the end of the service. He asked if anyone would
like to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, to step out of the pew
and come forward. My heart pounded as if it was going to explode…and then I
froze, unable to move. I told my mom later that day what had happened. “Next
week, I’m gonna do it—I’m gonna go forward!” I said. The next Sunday when the pastor
gave the invitation, my heart began to pound like crazy again. But the pounding
didn’t compare to the joy I experienced when I took that step of faith and publically
proclaimed Jesus as my Savior. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">From that day forward my journey in eternity began. It hasn’t
always been easy. I stumble in my faith, say and do stupid stuff and sometimes
make a mess of things. Thank goodness my faith is in a Savior that loves and
forgives. Because I’ve found that as I trudge through my messy life,
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Fourteen years ago, I lost my dad to cancer. Before he
passed away, I had the privilege of spending some quality time with him while
he was in the hospital. It was late at night and he asked me to stay with him…<i>just a little bit longer</i>. “Being here alone
at night is the worst…I just can’t sleep.” he said. So as I sat by his bed
stroking his thin, weary arm, Dad began to share with me some of his personal
experiences growing up. His eyes sparkled as he reminisced of places he had
lived and ornery things he’d done as a kid. Through my sadness I couldn’t help
but smile. It was the most precious time I had ever spent with my dad. Then all
too soon, it was time for me to leave. As I drove home from <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Wichita</st1:place></st1:city> in the early morning hour, tears
blinded my eyes from emotions mixed with joy and sadness. A week later, he
died. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The best part of my dad’s journey was accepting God’s gift
of eternal life. And because of that, he is now living fully in the presence of
God. Even through the painful paths of life, while walking daily with Christ you
will find it: </span><i style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Joy is in the Journey.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My brother, Jeff, died at the young age of 49. His earthly
journey was cut short by the ugly disease, pancreatic cancer. The last time I
saw him, I had travelled to his home in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state>.
As I sat on the edge of his bed, we talked about our kids, his fancy boat and
the future. The future, as in his heavenly future. In the 49 years of my
brother’s life, I remember many times of joy. And because of his claim of
Christ, I have no doubt that Jeff is now present with the Lord. Even if the
journey is short, look for it, it’s there. For <i>Joy is in the Journey.</i></span></div>
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with each of us. I hope throughout your own life, whether in good
times or in challenges, with a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, you will find that <i>Joy is in the Journey.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One of my most frequently asked questions lately has been, “How
much weight have you lost?” When I reply, “Close to 40 pounds.” more often than
not, a response follows, “What a hard way to lose weight!” It has been hard…not
the losing weight, mind you, but the journey. Even through the tough days, what
has kept me strong is my faith in God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Months ago, Pastor Dave encouraged the FBC congregation to
take a <i>Spiritual Gift</i> survey to see what
our gifts were. After answering the questions, the survey determined my
predominant spiritual gift was Faith. I hadn’t really thought much about faith as being a gift. Trusting God has always been second nature for me—never perceiving
it as something uncommon. Even in my deepest trials, it has been very natural
for me to trust that God is in control of everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I remember one particular day I was struggling with nausea. It
was a treatment day and I literally had to drag myself out of bed to get ready.
Even brushing my teeth and getting dressed was a huge ordeal. The only thing I had enough strength for was to pray. And even so, “God, please help me!” was about all I
could muster. It was awful. But you know, God heard and answered my cry—just as
I knew He would. That trial wasn’t the most pleasant thing I had to
go through, but God gave me the strength to make it to my treatment that day—and
eventually back home to my warm jammies and comfy bed. It also reaffirmed
my faith in a God that cares about every detail of our lives...</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">big or small.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I guess I say all of this in hopes to encourage you in your own walk
of faith. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">(Oh, by the way, encouragement is another one
of my spiritual gifts.) The walk is not always easy, but knowing God is with us
gives hope for those weary days when you want to throw in the towel and say, “I
don’t think I can do this anymore.” Believe me, I’ve been there and said that.
But I’ve also said, “God, please help me!” And<b> </b>God lovingly says, “I am here, my child. Have faith and trust in
Me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-43465108289442458842014-02-02T12:55:00.000-08:002014-02-02T12:55:23.816-08:00Go Deeper! Again?<div class="s4" style="margin-bottom: 10px;">
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awhile</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">. </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">A pa</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">t of me wanted to p</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">oclaim boldl</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">y</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">, </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Y</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">es</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">!</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> I’m willing to step out of the boat and 'go deeper</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">!'</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> while another</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> head-</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">voice </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">ationalized</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">, </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">I think through this cancer journey I’ve had my fill of</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> deep </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">challenge</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">s</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">.</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span 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class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r enough, b</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">ut </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">I’m p</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">ett</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">y</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> su</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">r</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">e that’s not</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">the attitude</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> God </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">wants me to have. </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"></span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">Basicall</span></span><span class="s21"><span 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<span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">I have a </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">scan coming up</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> in March</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">. It’s the</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> biggie…the</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> PET scan. I’m pretty sure PET</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> stands for “Patient Eventually is Traumatized”</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">.</span></span><span class="s5"><span class="bumpedFont15"> </span></span><span class="s5"><span class="bumpedFont15">(</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">J</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">ust kidding, I have no idea what it stands for.)</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> Regardless,</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> I can sit around and worry about it, or</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">I can say, </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">Okay, God. </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">I think I’ve learned some things along this journey, and have hopefully grown some. You</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> have proven how trustworthy You are</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> to me over and over </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">again</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">.</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> </span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">I guess it’s time to go</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15"> deeper</span></span><span class="s22" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="bumpedFont15">. Let’s do this.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">I actually did say this today. And </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">in all </span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">honestly, I will probably have to say it every day</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> for quite some time</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">.</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> The great thing is, I don’t have to go deeper on my own. God</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15"> is already there to meet me</span></span><span class="s21"><span class="bumpedFont15">, and in some cases, to carry me.</span></span></div>
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Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-76096289785733764342014-01-26T18:58:00.001-08:002014-01-26T18:58:40.044-08:00Stretching...It's Not Always Easy<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Just recently, two separate people have asked me to share some of my testimony…out loud. As in, speaking—in front of real, live people. Did anyone else just get chill bumps other than me as they read this? I mean, the scary bumps that grow leg hair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Let me share with you one of my deep, dark secrets. I don’t enjoy speaking in crowds. In fact, I forget to breathe normally—my skin turns freakish shades of splotchy pink—my nose runs incessantly and my eyes water because I forget to blink. Am I painting a clear picture here? Surely some of you know what I’m talking about. So when approached by my two friends to share, certainly you can understand my inner-response, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Are you nuts?</i> as reasonable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now let me back up a moment by stating (because they are probably reading this), it was only a temporary thought and I don’t think either of them is truly nuts. I was actually humbled by their sincere request as they asked me to pray about it. I think my initial prayer went something like, “Lord, you know my fears. Surely you don’t want this of me. I’ve already written out my testimony like You asked…what more is there to do? Plus, I can’t even speak clearly!” (Does that sound like some famous bible character you’ve read about, or what?) Once again, I realized it was pointless to wrestle with the Master. After a brief sigh, I replied, “Okay God…how many times am I going to have to be reminded? It’s not about me. It’s about sharing how a right relationship with You is most important. I get it—again.” And I surrendered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I shouldn’t be surprised that while God continues to guide me through this incredible journey, He also stretches me out of my comfort zone. Most of the time, it’s during the stretching process that I grow the most. It isn’t always easy, but it has great rewards: An intimate relationship with my heavenly Father as He keeps me primed and able for the journey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-87953228201201773582014-01-19T17:41:00.001-08:002014-01-19T17:41:55.388-08:00What's Next?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lately, I’ve been praying about my journey. God has graciously carried me through much turmoil the last year and a half: Skin cancer on my tongue, surgery, and then six months later a reoccurrence in my lymph nodes with chemotherapy and radiation following. It hasn’t been pretty. And now I have to wonder, what’s next?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve tried not to question God. But if I have to be honest, throughout this journey I did have a couple of heart-to-heart <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Seriously God? What’s the point?” </i>moments. At first I didn’t get it. But what I am learning, and often reminded is, that God is God…always was, always will be. And for some reason, I was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">chosen</i> to experience cancer and share of God’s faithfulness with as many people that will listen (or read).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I love this promise in James 5:16 – “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” </i>I’m not talking about healing for me—yes, that would be great. I would be more than thrilled to receive a divine healing from God. But more importantly, I’m talking about the effective<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> prayer of a righteous person—a “right with God” person!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You see, this journey is not about me. And it’s not about life’s circumstances. It’s not even about cancer. God has specifically revealed to me that it’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> about the relationship; a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">right</i> relationship with a living God who adores us. I challenge you to trust this truth in every situation of life: Your spouse, children, health, job…you name it. If your relationship with God is top priority, then He will enable you, through His power, to contend with everything else. “Seek first the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">kingdom</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">God</st1:placename></st1:place> AND His righteousness…” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our time here on earth is but a breath—and if we have an active <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">personal relationship</i> with Jesus Christ, God’s Son, then we can be certain that our last breath on this earth will begin eternity—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">with Him</i>! </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">(</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Whew! I didn’t mean to preach, but I guess God wanted me to write that.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So as for me, I’m still praying about “what’s next” on this journey. I want each step I take to be in the shadow of my Lord, and every word I say </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">(or write) be an echo from the Throne Room. This can only happen through a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Have you accepted His free gift of eternal life—a personal saving relationship with THE personal saving God? I hope so, because you know…it’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> about the relationship.</span></div>
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Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-65824439151817661232014-01-12T17:14:00.000-08:002014-01-12T17:14:15.697-08:00Freedom!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Free, free, I’m free at last! Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am speaking of my feed tube that was removed last Thursday. I can’t tell you how thankful I am to have that all behind me. I’ve been eating normally for about 3 weeks now, and doing quite well. I have lost some additional weight, but am working very hard at eating and staying healthy. Without normal functioning taste buds, it is sometimes difficult to decide what I’m hungry for, and when I do eat, I have to chew my food to smithereens before swallowing. It takes some effort to convince myself to eat tasteless food and lots of chewing time. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Patience, patience, My child.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But…before I forget…I feel the need to share my tube removal experience with all of you. This is pure fact…no embellishing whatsoever. Okay, maybe a little for your amusement only. Hey, I’m a people pleaser and love a good smile on a great face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It was Monday, January 6, 2014 when I called the doctor’s office. I’d had enough of this dangling feeding tube protruding from my upper mid-section. After all, we’d been together for 6 months. It had done its job well, but clearly, it was time to move on to the next phase. The appointment was set for the following Thursday morning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was excited, and I’m not going to lie, a wee bit anxious. When they inserted the tube I was put under for the surgery. I had no clue of what went on during the procedure. But with the removal, it would be different. No drugs, no numbing, no dimmed lights with music. I would be fully alert with only a nurse’s hand to hold. With a quick tug of the tube—out it pops! “It’s not painful and will just take a few seconds. If anyone can do this, you can.” So they assured me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thursday came and I was ready. When they called my name to come back, I asked the nurse, “Now, are you sure this isn’t going to hurt? I’m a little nervous.” Without answering my question, she quickly ushered me into the patient room and said, “The doctor will explain everything.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Okay, it was obvious she had skirted around my question and the nerves began to stir a little. </i>Soon after, in came the doctor. They had me lay on the exam table as he began to explain procedure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m going to tug on your tube. It may be a little uncomfortable, but you will do fine. In very rare cases, the tube will not come out properly. If that were to happen, we will have to remove it surgically—much like the surgery you had when it was inserted. But that hasn’t happened in quite some time. Okay, you tell me when you’re ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There was no backing out now. I felt the nurse gently take hold of my hand…yes, she really did. My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I realized I hadn’t prayed about any of this. I silently and quickly condensed a 5 minute prayer into 5 words. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh Lord, help me, please!</i> Then I heard myself say, “Okay, I’m ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">No words could’ve prepared me for what happened next. After I gave the go ahead, the doctor took my tube in both hands and began this enormous tug of war—not once, not twice, but <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">three times</i>, practically lifting my helpless body in the air, while stretching my stomach upwards like a volcano. If I had closed my eyes, I would sworn the doctor had placed one foot on the exam table while tugging with all his might. Thankfully, in less than five seconds, there was a snap—no crackle—and a loud pop, and it was all over. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After the stars faded from my eyes, I looked down expecting to see both of my kidneys and my right foot lying by my side. But fortunately, all that was left was a dangling tube in the doctor’s proud hands. Through it all I didn’t say a word, but the nurse said my eyes widened…unnaturally. No kidding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now with all due respect, the doctor was right. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I got through the procedure just fine and was very grateful to have it over. I thought for sure they’d stitch me up a little. After all, I’d had a hole in my stomach for six months. But the doctor assured me it wasn’t necessary and I would heal completely in a couple of days. So all I had to brag about was an attractive pile of gauze taped to my mid-section disguised as an extra belly button.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As they sat me up on the exam table, the nurse said, “Are you okay? Do you want to sit awhile before you leave?” I remember mumbling, “I think I’m okay, thanks.” as I pushed myself off the table and mindlessly meandered down the hallway. A part of me couldn’t believe what had just happened in an appointment that took less than five minutes, tops. And the other part felt freedom and hoped I’d never have to go through that again. When I took the bandage off the next day, I was amazed that the hole was already beginning to close on its own. Good thing…I’d just eaten oatmeal for breakfast. Okay, sorry for that visual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So, that’s my “Freedom” story. One more phase of this journey complete.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Several people have asked me, “Now that you’re finished with treatments, what’s next?” Well, since this is a reoccurrence, I have follow up doctor appointments scheduled with my ENT beginning next week. He will continue to monitor me closely each month for…well, for whenever he gives me the boot. And a PET scan is scheduled in March to determine if the cancer has spread. If it has, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">(</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">appreciate your prayers that it hasn’t) there will be more chemotherapy scheduled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes I have to remind myself that at the very beginning of my journey God said, “<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Trust</st1:city> <st1:state w:st="on">Me.</st1:state></st1:place>” So I am. Whether I’m in a treatment chair receiving drugs, having a tube unnaturally jerked from my stomach, or even when the sun is shining and the birds are singing; basically, every moment of every day, I am to trust Him. Tis so sweet, really. Join me, won’t you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-3726270582185235152014-01-05T12:44:00.000-08:002014-01-05T16:27:12.691-08:00Suffering<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello my fellow blog readers / prayer friends!<br />I have been absent from the blog world for a few weeks--taking a little break--while enjoying my family during the wonderful holidays. I trust you have enjoyed the CHRISTmas season and are experiencing the blessings of the New Year!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Progress update: I am finished using my feeding tube and eating real food. So...ix-nay on the eeding-fube-tay! My plan <em>(</em>the doctors have left this up to me and my eating progress), is to have the tube removed sometime this week. Yay! Stomach sleepers unite--I'm back! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Basically, my daily food intake is what ever sounds good in smaller portions, and LOTS of chewing. My salty taste buds have returned, I'd say about 25%--depending on what the food is, while my sweet sense is still pretty much nil. It was a little discouraging not being able to enjoy all of the yummy sweets over the holidays. My mom brought over some fudge for Christmas, and when I excitedly nibbled on it, it tasted like bitter cocoa. Ugh. Needless to say, I lost about 5 pounds over the holidays. Don't be jealous. Please, trust me on this one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am so thankful for where I am in God's plan on this incredible journey. I have met new friends, connected with old, and continue to be amazed of how God works in the lives of His adored people. May you continue to experience God in the new year as you draw closer in your relationship with Him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The following devotion is one that I wrote a few months ago during my chemo journey. I had forgotten about it until just today. If you have experienced suffering in your life, I hope these words speak to you as a reminder of the great love our heavenly Father has for each of us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suffering. Sometimes it’s all in the way you look at it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wear a hat because I’ve lost most of my hair through cancer treatments. I have a lot of pretty hats that make me smile, and I sometimes get compliments on how lovely they are.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus wore a crown of thorns on his head. He didn’t get to choose it—it was mockingly thrust upon his weary brow, the sharp thorns piercing into His tender skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t pretty, and it didn’t bring smiles or compliments. But He wore it anyway…just for me.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have wonderful friends that pray for me throughout my cancer journey. They encourage me with kind words and loving acts of service.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus was spat upon, scourged, stripped and mocked. At one point, He was abandoned by most of his closest friends. He experienced harsh ridicule and false accusations, and was willingly led to <st1:place w:st="on">Golgotha</st1:place> (a place of the skull) to be crucified…just for me.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every week I get stuck with needles for some cancer related procedure or test. While not excruciating, if I had my druthers, I'd just as soon not have to endure it.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus had metal spikes hammered into his hands and feet and was left to suffer while hanging on a wooden cross. He didn’t have to, but He endured it anyway… just for me.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some days I experience nausea and weakness. I can’t eat or drink properly--feeling weak, miserable and alone.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus hung on the cross in excruciating pain for hours. He was without food or water and was only offered bitter vinegar from a sponge to drink. In a dark moment of utmost misery and loneliness, He cried out to His Father, “Eli Eli, lama sabachthani?” (My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?) He was God in the flesh and could’ve saved himself in an instant, but He hung there and endured all of the horrible pain… just for me.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus gave up his life on a wooden cross so I wouldn’t have to. He suffered all the pain, ridicule and loneliness, while paying the ultimate price: His perfect sacrifice for my deadly sins. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t have to, but because of His great love, He did it anyway. For you and for me.</span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-17076241602369148952013-12-08T14:53:00.000-08:002013-12-08T14:53:16.769-08:00The Journey - Part 20<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A lot of good has happened this week! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am consistently eating real food! It may be just a few tablespoonfuls a day, but it’s increasing, along with increased energy. My salty taste buds are returning, and I can sense a bit of sweet periodically. Mouth sores and sensitivity continue to be a battle, so I am limited on what I can eat, but it’s a start!<o:p></o:p></span></i></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am completely off my medications! Pain, nausea, acid, and sleeping pills. My sleep habits are still a little out of whack, but whenever I wake up it’s a good reminder to pray. Many of you have been prayed for at 3 a.m. between sips of “Sleepy Time” tea.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your prayers. As always, I am ever grateful.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I hope you remember my friend “E” I mentioned in some earlier posts. I hadn’t heard from him in quite some time and out of the blue, “E” texted my friend “T” asking about me. This might not seem too significant except that he had never initiated contact with my friend “T”—it had always been her contacting him first. So this was huge that he would contact her…and specifically ask about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">me</i>. It wasn’t surprising that for several days God kept putting “E’s” name on my heart. So after his hearing of his text, I knew it was time to contact him. Once again I prayed for direction and discernment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Because of mouth sores, forming certain words is still a battle, so I decided to text “E”. God gave me the exact words to say, and within five minutes I had a welcoming response from him! I am positive that God desperately desires a relationship with “E”—this man that openly rejects the cross and the gift of salvation. Even in his lost state, clearly, God still adores him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I know I shouldn’t be surprised at what God is doing, but seeing His hand in all of this is simply amazing to me. And I am extremely humbled to be a part of God’s plan. I covet your prayers as God leads me to boldly minister Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christ’s triumphal procession and uses us to spread the aroma of the knowledge of him everywhere. –2 Corinthians 2:14<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-86587316161591213542013-12-01T14:30:00.001-08:002013-12-01T14:30:10.846-08:00The Journey - Part 19<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 115%;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Giving Thanks!<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thanksgiving has come and gone, but I have much to be thankful for:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve been able to eat some “real food” this week, i.e., vegetable soup—only a couple of tablespoonfuls, but I’ll take it. I was so excited to achieve eating, that I popped an M&M in my mouth to celebrate and instantly got a bitter cocoa taste. An abrupt reminder that my sweet taste buds are nil. Baby steps. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Along with healing on my neck, swallowing has become easier so I know internally the healing is taking place, as well. Yay!<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My hair is growing back! I’ve been pondering the question “When is the right time to stop coloring your hair?” (Confession time: Yup, I do.) The time in NOW! So unless some of my natural auburn decides to make an appearance anytime soon, the next time you see my head it will be sporting the ever so popular “salt and pepper” look. It’s growing fast. Not to brag, but you should see my leg hair.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><em>God continues to be gracious and His blessings never cease. I pray that in the midst of our beautiful relationship with Him we will always acknowledge and embrace His goodness. God is good, all the time. Happy Giving Thanks!<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-22769767102770472752013-11-24T16:34:00.000-08:002013-11-24T16:34:02.269-08:00The Journey - Part 18<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank you for your wonderful prayers this week. My neck is still in healing mode, but doing much better. I’ve had several good days and am certain it is because of all my faithful praying friends. My next goal is to begin eating by mouth—yogurt is on the Thanksgiving menu this week. With a swollen throat, it is still very difficult to swallow, so I appreciate your prayers as I attempt to move forward. This will thrill my mom to pieces as she is certain I am not eating enough to keep a bird alive. I assure her I am…but you know how moms are. She has given up on me eating liver, but has replaced that with the magical healing power of spinach juice. I don’t know where she gets these ideas…pray for me. Ha-Ha.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I had a wonderful visit from a dear friend recently. She ministered to me in a way I didn’t even know I needed. In her tears, she kept telling me how strong I was throughout my cancer journey. All I could reply was, “It’s not me. I am not a strong person. You are seeing someone that has no strength—God is carrying me. It’s ALL God.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now before you think I’m some goody-goody God glorifier, let me be the first to spill the beans. Sometimes in my humanness my thoughts can quickly turn inward and selfish. I can easily rationalize that I’m a good person, and struggle with questions like “Why doesn’t cancer happen to mass-murderers, godless people, etc.?” (It does, but this is my feeble brain talking here.)<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">And you know what God says? My Almighty God who sits on the throne of eternity hears my troubled cries and gently whispers, “Jacque, I chose you because I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">knew</i> you would glorify me through all of this.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In His soothing whisper, my Heavenly Father once again tenderly drew me to Himself reminding me why I am here on earth: To glorify Him. Period.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank you, God, for special friendships and relationships. Thank you for your strength when mine fails. Thank you for journeys that glorify You.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">To be continued…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Jacquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14582901170102580570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194597271740260705.post-79970791907409639842013-11-17T14:39:00.000-08:002013-11-17T14:39:26.963-08:00The Journey - Part 17<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When doing a load of laundry recently (which is a rarity for me at the moment), I noticed most of the clothing consisted of my pajamas. That gives you a glimpse of my fashion sense these days. Actually, I did get dressed to go to my treatments each morning, but would quickly fall back into my comfy pjs when I got home. Extreme exhaustion has overtaken me like the plague. I struggle with feeling like a helpless lazy lug, desperately wanting to do something—other than lay in bed for hours at a time—and coming to grips that it’s just another part of the journey. Patience…it’s hard some days. But God in His ever-present gentleness continues to draw me to Himself and reminds me to wait on Him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Radiation treatments continued on as scheduled and the doctors had nothing but praise for my positive attitude and progress. I counted down the days, along with many of you on Facebook, and surprisingly they seemed to clip right along. My final treatment was celebrated on November 13—you can bet I have that highlighted on my calendar! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The doctors and nurses cautioned me not to get too excited too soon, as I’ll have to allow for healing time…possibly up to a couple of months. The goal is to begin eating soft foods by mouth within a couple of weeks. I’m hoping my taste buds will kick in, as well, as I’ve been promised some delicious guacamole from my good friend, Kelly, and I certainly don’t want the taste of bitter cardboard getting in the way of one of my favorite foods. (My mom, Dr. Shirley, is ready to stuff a turkey leg down my tube and can’t wait for the day she can feed me again—eek!) When I get to the point of eating full solid meals, I will <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">finally</i> get my feeding tube removed. I have been looking forward to that day for a long time—hey, I’m a stomach sleeper! For those of you who find their sleeping comfort in a similar position, you sympathize with me, I’m sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.” Psalm 3:5<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If I could ask one prayer request from my warriors this week it would be for healing of the burns on my neck from the radiation/chemo treatments. It began as acne-like blisters and now, although better, is still an annoyance. Each morning and evening, as directed by my doctor, I gently exfoliate my skin, which burns like crazy, and apply cool damp rags followed with a thin layer of Vaseline. </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(Thank you, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Marshall</st1:place></st1:city>!)<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> It has helped, but is still very painful as my new skin is tight, making if difficult to move freely. I know it’s just another part of the process and will take patience on my part. Thank you so much for your prayers! You are a blessing in so many ways.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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