<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022</id><updated>2012-02-04T22:45:35.099-08:00</updated><category term='tricky relationships'/><category term='grudge'/><category term='control'/><category term='boss'/><category term='hard times'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='Leah'/><category term='Rebekkah'/><category term='competition'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='twins'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='pray'/><category term='time management'/><category term='fate'/><category term='Listening to God'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='Pillar of Fire'/><category term='humility'/><category term='birthright'/><category term='workplace'/><category term='sovereignty'/><category term='weather'/><category term='wrestling'/><category term='Potiphar'/><category term='regret'/><category term='Bethel'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='success'/><category term='incest'/><category term='lineage of Christ'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Ishmael'/><category term='Seeking God&apos;s will'/><category term='deceit'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='God&apos;s will'/><category term='injustice'/><category term='Dinah'/><category term='tact'/><category term='respect'/><category term='egocentric'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='manic'/><category term='Abimelech'/><category term='troubles'/><category term='Alaska'/><category term='Revenge'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='phraseology'/><category term='deception'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='Laban'/><category term='fast'/><category term='change'/><category term='treasure'/><category term='Calling'/><category term='imprisoned'/><category term='Bonnie Leon'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='Tradition'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='devotional'/><category term='Complacency'/><category term='Light'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='Abraham'/><category term='God&apos;s direction'/><category term='pharaoh'/><category term='Esau'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='rape'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='name'/><category term='CMA'/><category term='Shechem'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='child of God'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Judah'/><category term='Isaac'/><category term='introverts'/><category term='Joseph'/><category term='Motorcycle missionaries'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Tamar'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='unloved'/><category term='lying'/><category term='drought'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Rebekah'/><category term='Tower of Babel'/><category term='fear'/><title type='text'>Seeking His Passion</title><subtitle type='html'>A foreign exchange student summed up the difference between the church in her country and the new relationship with Jesus she discovered in the States: "In my country, the Church tries to convince us of Christ's love. Here, I have learned that I can truly love Jesus in return." Therein lies the difference between religion and relationship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-8665645242400641538</id><published>2011-01-12T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:01:34.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW WEBSITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TS4dLYCaGgI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FBgSbminlwI/s1600/MY%2BPICK%2BFOR%2BBOOK%2BCOVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TS4dLYCaGgI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FBgSbminlwI/s320/MY%2BPICK%2BFOR%2BBOOK%2BCOVER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561414671117457922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog! Boy, do I have good news for you! We've graduated to a website, and there's scads more information waiting for you with just one click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to: &lt;a href="http://www.MesuAndrews.com"&gt;www.MesuAndrews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for following me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-8665645242400641538?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8665645242400641538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=8665645242400641538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8665645242400641538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8665645242400641538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-website.html' title='NEW WEBSITE!'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TS4dLYCaGgI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FBgSbminlwI/s72-c/MY%2BPICK%2BFOR%2BBOOK%2BCOVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4975890423832885673</id><published>2010-12-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:17:19.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHY SHEPHERDS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TRjxz4qskRI/AAAAAAAABTI/VeYxkjoQimk/s1600/Shepherd%2526sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TRjxz4qskRI/AAAAAAAABTI/VeYxkjoQimk/s400/Shepherd%2526sheep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555456014048596242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;p id="internal-source-marker_0.814022705424577" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p id="internal-source-marker_0.814022705424577" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;SO WHY SHEPHERDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; font-size: medium; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Lk 2:8-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; - &lt;i&gt;“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 18pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why shepherds?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; Why did God choose simple shepherds to herald the coming of His only begotten Son, the Savior of all humankind? Let’s look at why shepherds were NOT the obvious choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 8 - shepherds lived in fields, away from the general population. How could they spread the word, and for that matter, who would listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 9 - they were wimps! terrified of the angels that brought them news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why shepherds?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; Maybe God chose the only people on earth who’d grown accustomed to staring at the stars. Perhaps God could trust them to hear the full message...ALL the details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;v. 10 - the news was for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;all people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 11 - this baby was the promised Christ, the long-awaited Messiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 12 - seriously, would anyone but herdsmen be willing to look in a feeding trough for a baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 13-14 - and who but shepherds were most familiar with the peace and glory of a starry night, though surely it’s just a glimpse of what’s promised by Heaven’s Hosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why shepherds? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Perhaps God chose them not just because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;they were but also because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;they were. They were not just shepherds, they were curious and diligent men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;v. 15 - curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also helped discover the Savior. The angels never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;commanded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;the shepherds to go to Bethlehem. They simply announced Jesus’ birth and let the shepherds holy curiosity do the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 16 - these men “hurried off” to discover if the angel’s words were true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; " &gt;v. 17 - and when they discovered the truth, they were diligent to share the news as the angels said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why shepherds?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; As Mary pondered these events in her heart (vs. 19-20), I wonder how often she remembered these smelly shepherds throughout Jesus’ lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Shepherds are the guardians of their flocks, protecting the sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; - Did Mary think the shepherds visit might have foreshadowed the protection they needed from Herod’s murderous plot to kill Jesus, when the wise men asked where the new king had been born? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Mt. 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; - “When [the Magi] had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. ‘Get up,’ he said, ‘take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him.’”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Shepherds cared for sheep and lambs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; - Did Mary remember the shepherds visit when John the Baptist referred to Jesus as the Lamb of God? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Jn. 1:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; - “The next day John saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; coming toward him and said, ‘Look, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; of God, who takes away the sin of the world!’”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why shepherds? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Because God, in His infinite wisdom and glory, knew of the perfect role they’d play in this eternal plan. The real question is: Why me? And the only answer is: Glory to God in the highest. Emmanuel. God with us. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4975890423832885673?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4975890423832885673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4975890423832885673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4975890423832885673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4975890423832885673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-why-shepherds.html' title='SO WHY SHEPHERDS?'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TRjxz4qskRI/AAAAAAAABTI/VeYxkjoQimk/s72-c/Shepherd%2526sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2283106939144225768</id><published>2010-11-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:32:47.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pillar of Fire'/><title type='text'>MOVING WITH THE LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TPMlwJDXVXI/AAAAAAAABS8/V6dIT3g5V8k/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TPMlwJDXVXI/AAAAAAAABS8/V6dIT3g5V8k/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544817075217192306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm loving the lights of Christmas this year. I suppose the lights have always been my favorite part of holiday decorations - the twinkly ones in the windows, the tree lights, the candles, etc. I love lights...especially in this season when the sun goes down at 4:30pm! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our youth pastor gave the first sermon of advent today, and he talked about Jesus as the Light of the world. Not new information. Nor was it news when he reminded us of how God led the Israelites through the wilderness for 40 years with the light of His presence in a pillar of fire. The new part was my re-commitment to move with God's light - not running ahead or lagging behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I run ahead, I end up in the dark. If I lag behind, guess what...I end up in the dark. And in the dark, I make an easy target for all kinds of spiritual, emotional and physical attacks from the ruler of this dark world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one of Christianity's two most precious celebrations, I've already allowed myself to become a little weighed down with deadlines and to-do lists. I have a fabulous support network of family and friends that are willing and able to help if I simply ask. So, whether it's shopping time or chopping onions, I encourage you to do what I've been doing. Ask. Ask for help. And most importantly, join me in asking the Light of the world to shine His Light so all can see - in us, on us and through us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings on you, friends, as you move in the Light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2283106939144225768?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2283106939144225768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2283106939144225768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2283106939144225768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2283106939144225768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-with-light.html' title='MOVING WITH THE LIGHT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TPMlwJDXVXI/AAAAAAAABS8/V6dIT3g5V8k/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-6047825234665794216</id><published>2010-11-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:19:49.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON MY MISSIONARY FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Monday 10am PST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;From Phil's wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Thanks to all your Prayer Warriors for praying for Phil.  The prayer support has been overwhelming - from around the world.  I've gotten a few emails from Phil since they arrived at the motel on Saturday afternoon; he's now at Sosua, DR.  The motel room includes 3 meals a day; and he says the food is great; sounded like he enjoyed a hot shower, too!  They're doing some work project in the DR today and then will fly back to Miami on Tues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You may want to go to "Kerry Gibson" on facebook; it's public.  He's been putting some pictures on and stories; very interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;From a team member...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="messagebody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Team Haiti will fly back to the US tomorrow. Some will stay overnight and some will go on home. All of us will be thankful to be home. All of us are thankful for all of the prayers from around the world. But most of all we are thankful that God allowed us to experience Him in such a dramatic way. To the best of my knowledge we are all grateful that God considered us worthy to experience this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Thanks to everyone for your faithful prayers! Our motorcycle missionaries are soon to be safely returned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-6047825234665794216?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6047825234665794216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=6047825234665794216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6047825234665794216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6047825234665794216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/update-on-my-missionary-friend.html' title='UPDATE ON MY MISSIONARY FRIEND'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4266429767904173728</id><published>2010-11-21T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:58:44.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic'/><title type='text'>LEVEL LIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOnoFccdKLI/AAAAAAAABS0/UEmnaKYqKaQ/s1600/mt%2Bhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOnoFccdKLI/AAAAAAAABS0/UEmnaKYqKaQ/s400/mt%2Bhood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542215996688640178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that I live near a mountain, my life is a series of mole hills. During the first forty-four years of my life, my life seemed to progress from one emotional mountaintop to a bottomless valley to the next mountain, and then valley, etc. Perhaps it's age, perhaps it's faith—perhaps it's sheer exhaustion—but over the past few years, the emotional mountains and valleys of life have seemed to level-off. The internal mountains have become mole hills and the death valleys more like divots on a golf course, just gouges in the grass to be repaired and replaced. But level living can be tricky. Void of ecstasy or despair, one can become numb, calloused, anesthetized to emotion altogether. So how do we spare ourselves the manic, unhealthy highs and lows of unchecked emotion, yet experience the glorious life Jesus promised His followers? I think Joseph got it right…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:41-45&lt;/b&gt; – "So Pharaoh said to Joseph, 'I hereby put you in charge of the whole land of Egypt.' Then Pharaoh took his signet ring from his finger and put it on Joseph‘s finger. He dressed him in robes of fine linen and put a gold chain around his neck. He had him ride in a chariot as his second-in-command, and men shouted before him, 'Make way!' Thus he put him in charge of the whole land of Egypt. Then Pharaoh said to Joseph, 'I am Pharaoh, but without your word no one will lift hand or foot in all Egypt.' Pharaoh gave Joseph the name Zaphenath-Paneah and gave him Asenath daughter of Potiphera, priest of On, to be his wife. And &lt;b&gt;Joseph went throughout the land of Egypt&lt;/b&gt;." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empowered by Pharaoh as second-in-command; hailed by the Egyptians; given an important-sounding name and an influential wife. How did Joseph keep all this praise from going to his head? #1 – He had been refined in the fires of adversity BEFORE he was blessed. #2 – He stayed connected with people. He could have wielded his new power from the palace; instead, he traveled among those he served. Humility is key to level living.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:46-49&lt;/b&gt; – "Joseph was thirty years old when he entered the service of Pharaoh king of Egypt. And Joseph went out from Pharaoh's presence and traveled throughout Egypt. During the seven years of abundance the land produced plentifully. Joseph &lt;b&gt;collected &lt;/b&gt;all the food produced in those seven years of abundance in Egypt and stored it in the cities. In &lt;b&gt;each city&lt;/b&gt; he put the food grown in the fields surrounding it. Joseph stored up huge quantities of grain, like the sand of the sea; it was so much that he &lt;b&gt;stopped keeping records&lt;/b&gt; because it was beyond measure." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Days of abundance, yeah! But when grain begins to multiply too quickly, and meticulous Joseph can no longer keep accurate records, does he plunge into a valley of administrative despair? No. He stops keeping records and praises the Lord for the abundance. Sometimes a blessing becomes a curse, when control becomes an issue. For those of us who cry when things aren't done a certain way—let's cheer for Joseph's flexibility, when his control slips away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:50-52&lt;/b&gt; –"Before the years of famine came, two sons were born to Joseph by Asenath daughter of Potiphera, priest of On. Joseph named his firstborn Manasseh and said, 'It is because God has made me forget all my trouble and all &lt;b&gt;my father's household&lt;/b&gt;.' The second son he named Ephraim and said, 'It is because God has &lt;b&gt;made me fruitful&lt;/b&gt; in the land of my suffering.'" (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can I just say that if you name your child something about forgetting your dad's household, you haven't really forgotten your dad's household. Just sayin'. Perhaps his point is that he's chosen to let go, or disregard, the trouble of his father's household. And with Ephraim's birth, I'm noticing a pattern. Joseph attaches positive emotions from a joyous occasion to replace his negative feelings from past pain. He feels deeply the joy of his sons' birth, and he allows that sincere joy to root out the deep pain of his past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:53-57&lt;/b&gt; – "The seven years of abundance in Egypt came to an end, and the seven years of famine began, just as Joseph had said. There was famine in all the other lands, but in the whole land of Egypt there was food. When all Egypt began to feel the famine, the people cried to Pharaoh for food. Then Pharaoh told all the Egyptians, 'Go to Joseph and do what he tells you.' When the famine had spread over the whole country, Joseph opened the storehouses and sold grain to the Egyptians, for the famine was severe throughout Egypt. And all the countries came to Egypt to buy grain from Joseph, because the famine was severe in all the world." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis&lt;/b&gt; added)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This situation is the perfect formula for overload: overwhelming need + underwhelming boss = overload for Joseph, right? Nope! Why? Because Joseph had already been practicing level living. Pharaoh and the Egyptians saw that the abundance and drought had occurred just as &lt;i&gt;Joseph &lt;/i&gt;said, but Joseph knew it happened just as GOD said. A growing faith assigns responsibility &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;praise to God and creates ever-increasing level living.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, when others around me panic, remind me I can trust in You…because of the ways You've been faithful in my past. Teach me to uncover past wounds and apply the healing balm of present joy and blessing. Show me the benefits of level living, and guide me into Your abundant life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4266429767904173728?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4266429767904173728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4266429767904173728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4266429767904173728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4266429767904173728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/level-living.html' title='LEVEL LIVING'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOnoFccdKLI/AAAAAAAABS0/UEmnaKYqKaQ/s72-c/mt%2Bhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4546909201865025000</id><published>2010-11-19T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:21:07.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorcycle missionaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMA'/><title type='text'>REPORT ON MOTORCYCLE MISSIONARIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TObL7R0DouI/AAAAAAAABSs/yVHdjNk85io/s1600/haiti%2Bmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TObL7R0DouI/AAAAAAAABSs/yVHdjNk85io/s400/haiti%2Bmap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541340610780439266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday, 11:15am PST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings, ya'll!&lt;div&gt;Good news this morning! I've just received an e-mail from Phil's wife that our CMA group of missionaries are at the border and safe. They should be crossing the border tomorrow and on their way home soon. The following reports have come in during the last 24 hours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From John Ogden, Sr., CEO/Chairman of the Board for CMA:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers for the CMA team in Haiti and also the other teams we have around the world at this time. I visited with Kerry this morning and his team is at the border of Haiti and the Dominican Republic and no longer in danger. They are being well taken care of and said the lodging and food are great. Everyone's spirits are high. They will soon be back in the Dominican Republic and in the hands of Missionary Ventures where they will continue to be well cared for. This has been a trying time for them as well as our CMA families, but we believe the hand of God was upon them and that things far greater than we could comprehend were being accomplished in CMA, as well as with our ministry partners, for the Kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Kerry Gibson, the missionary team leader:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under cover of darkness the UN loaded our baggage into one APC and positioned us into 2 others. We gathered up and did a practice run about an hour before the scheduled 02:40 load time. After the practice drill the lights were killed to avoid detection by the Haitians and to give the appearance of "all quiet." and then we waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 02:40, on the nose, the leader came in and gave the command "vaminos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loaded our respective vehicles quietly and in the darkness our convoy slipped out of the gates and into the Haitian streets. From that point on there wasn't anything covert about it. It was fast and loud. Once out in the city streets our convoy separated, possibly to make it more difficult for anyone who may be interested, to focus on the Blancos. (Whites) The entire run took about a half hour and we arrived at the much larger, more secure, Chileian army base outside of town to wait on the next leg of our journey out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praise Jesus for His protection and power! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Please keep these eleven team members in your prayers as they make the final leg of their journey home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4546909201865025000?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4546909201865025000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4546909201865025000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4546909201865025000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4546909201865025000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/report-on-motorcycle-missionaries.html' title='REPORT ON MOTORCYCLE MISSIONARIES'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TObL7R0DouI/AAAAAAAABSs/yVHdjNk85io/s72-c/haiti%2Bmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1110241593169240563</id><published>2010-11-18T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:09:33.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT PRAYER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOVY1wbe5wI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfQAYrjEyd8/s1600/CMA%2BHaitian%2Battack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOVY1wbe5wI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfQAYrjEyd8/s400/CMA%2BHaitian%2Battack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540932597105747714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOVYuEK6s7I/AAAAAAAABSU/5CqqGhZm48s/s1600/CMA%2BHaitian%2Battack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Cambria, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just received word this morning that one of our friends from home was one of the group of 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Christian Motorcyclist Missionaries that went to Haiti to distribute motorcycles to pastors. Angry Haitians attacked their group yesterday, when they tried to leave the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;Thursday, 8:45am PST - Moments ago, I received word from our friend's wife that her husband is safe and well. The following is a message she received from a representative of their mission organization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We're down here entertaining the UN forces--today it's Chilean and Uruguayan. Tomorrow, who knows? We're well fed, cared for, and have so much to praise God for. Some great stories of adventure, of protection and provision."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; "&gt;Plans for evacuation have been established by not reported publicly. Please continue to keep these missionaries in your prayers as well as the unrest in Haiti spurred by the cholera outbreak. For more on the story, you can visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/11/17/haiti.motorcycle.missionaries/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/11/17/haiti.motorcycle.missionaries/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1110241593169240563?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1110241593169240563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1110241593169240563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1110241593169240563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1110241593169240563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/urgent-prayer.html' title='URGENT PRAYER!'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TOVY1wbe5wI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfQAYrjEyd8/s72-c/CMA%2BHaitian%2Battack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5992492080416060671</id><published>2010-11-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:27:19.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharaoh'/><title type='text'>RISK TAKERS; FAITH MAKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TODB9VUKqLI/AAAAAAAABSM/T_cbp-0D25I/s1600/chicken%2Bor%2Begg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TODB9VUKqLI/AAAAAAAABSM/T_cbp-0D25I/s400/chicken%2Bor%2Begg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539640801103620274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Same question, different objects: Which came first, big risk-takers or big faith? Did they have the faith that enabled them to take the risk? Or did taking the risk (and seeing God‘s faithfulness) build their faith? Well, my answer is the same for the chicken and the faith hero. Dunno. I have a friend in the insurance business. I don't mean she sells insurance or checks out the dings in your car after an accident. I mean she's one of those brainiacs that works the math to determine risk probability and cash reserves, etc. I've never asked her how – or if – the risk assessment of her job affects the risk assessment of her faith. That might be a good question. I can tell you that I'm one of those people that likes insurance. I think we should have a whole bunch of it – just in case. My husband, on the other hand, thinks we should get by with as little as legally possible – but he humors me, and we end up somewhere in between. I'm thinking a little less insurance means a little more risk…and maybe a little more faith.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:1-7&lt;/b&gt; – "When two full years had passed, Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile, when out of the river there came up seven cows, sleek and fat, and they grazed among the reeds. After them, seven other cows, ugly and gaunt, came up out of the Nile and stood beside those on the riverbank. And the cows that were ugly and gaunt ate up the seven sleek, fat cows. Then Pharaoh woke up. &lt;b&gt;He fell asleep again&lt;/b&gt; and had a second dream: Seven heads of grain, healthy and good, were growing on a single stalk. After them, seven other heads of grain sprouted—thin and scorched by the east wind. The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven healthy, full heads. Then Pharaoh woke up; it had been a dream." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate nightmares, and after one so vivid, I wouldn't have been so quick to go back to sleep. Pharaoh took the risk of falling asleep again, and in so doing aloud God to speak a second time. Sometimes putting ourselves in a position to hear God is risky business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:8-13&lt;/b&gt; – "In the morning his mind was troubled, so he sent for all the magicians and wise men of Egypt. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but no one could interpret them for him. Then the chief cupbearer said to Pharaoh, 'Today I am reminded of &lt;b&gt;my shortcomings&lt;/b&gt;. Pharaoh was once angry with his servants, and he&lt;b&gt; imprisoned me and the chief baker&lt;/b&gt; in the house of the captain of the guard. Each of us had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own. Now a young Hebrew was there with us, a servant of the captain of the guard. We told him our dreams, and he interpreted them for us, &lt;b&gt;giving each man the interpretation of his dream&lt;/b&gt;. And things turned out exactly as he interpreted them to us: I was restored to my position, and the other man was hanged.'" (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cupbearer took several risks here: 1) to confess his shortcoming to a Pharaoh prone to whims, 2) to remind the same king that he was once angry with the cupbearer, and 3) to recommend Joseph, when he wasn't certain Joseph would give a favorable dream interpretation. Why did Pharaoh's cupbearer risk telling Pharaoh these things? Did he base his faith on God, on Pharaoh, on Joseph? We can only guess, but I believe Pharaoh was so distraught by the magicians' inability to interpret, perhaps the cupbearer felt he had no choice but to offer the Hebrew prisoner's help…and the hope of his God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:14-16&lt;/b&gt; – "So Pharaoh sent for Joseph, and he was quickly brought from the dungeon. When he had shaved and changed his clothes, he came before Pharaoh. Pharaoh said to Joseph, 'I had a dream, and no one can interpret it. But I have heard it said of you that when you hear a dream you can interpret it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'I cannot do it,' Joseph replied to Pharaoh, 'but God will give Pharaoh the answer he desires.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph takes a risk in contradicting Pharaoh, but it would have been a greater risk to steal God's glory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:17-24&lt;/b&gt; – "Then Pharaoh said to Joseph, 'In my dream I was standing on the bank of the Nile, when out of the river there came up seven cows, fat and sleek, and they grazed among the reeds. After them, seven other cows came up—scrawny and very ugly and lean. I had &lt;b&gt;never seen such ugly cows&lt;/b&gt; in all the land of Egypt. The lean, ugly cows ate up the seven fat cows that came up first. But even after they ate them, no one could tell that they had done so; they &lt;b&gt;looked just as ugly as before&lt;/b&gt;. Then I woke up. In my dreams I also saw seven heads of grain, full and good, growing on a single stalk. After them, seven other heads sprouted—withered and thin and scorched by the east wind. The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven good heads. I told this to the magicians, but &lt;b&gt;none could explain it to me&lt;/b&gt;.'" (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pharaoh has told an unknown number of magicians, and now he must retell his dreams to a Hebrew prisoner. Can you hear the pleading in his last sentence? I'm guessing mighty Pharaoh is not used to expressing his vulnerability, but evidently his fear is genuine and strong enough to risk a little humility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:25-32&lt;/b&gt; – "Then Joseph said to Pharaoh, 'The dreams of Pharaoh are one and the same. God has revealed to Pharaoh what he is about to do. The seven good cows are seven years, and the seven good heads of grain are seven years; it is one and the same dream. The seven lean, ugly cows that came up afterward are seven years, and so are the seven worthless heads of grain scorched by the east wind: They are seven years of famine. It is just as I said to Pharaoh: God has shown Pharaoh what he is about to do. Seven years of great abundance are coming throughout the land of Egypt, but seven years of famine will follow them. Then all the abundance in Egypt will be forgotten, and the famine will ravage the land. The abundance in the land will not be remembered, because the famine that follows it will be so severe. The reason the dream was given to Pharaoh in two forms is that the matter has been firmly decided by God, and God will do it soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As was the case when God gave him the interpretation for the baker and cupbearer, Joseph needed no time in prayer to interpret the dream. Was it a risk to speak without prayerful consideration? Not if your faith keeps you in close and constant contact with the Source of dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 41:33-36&lt;/b&gt; – [Joseph continued,] ―"And now let Pharaoh look for a discerning and wise man and put him in charge of the land of Egypt. Let Pharaoh appoint commissioners over the land to take a fifth of the harvest of Egypt during the seven years of abundance. They should collect all the food of these good years that are coming and store up the grain under the authority of Pharaoh, to be kept in the cities for food. This food should be held in reserve for the country, to be used during the seven years of famine that will come upon Egypt, so that the country may not be ruined by the famine.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph takes a risk by going beyond interpreting to ADVISING! He uses the experiences God has allowed into his life (difficult circumstances, unfair, unpleasant) and creates an opportunity for God's blessing. Pharaoh could have punished him or applauded him…but Joseph believed God could do more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gen. 41:37-40 – "The plan seemed good to Pharaoh and to all his officials. So Pharaoh asked them, 'Can we find anyone like this man, one in whom is the spirit of God?' Then Pharaoh said to Joseph, 'Since God has made all this known to you, there is no one so discerning and wise as you. You shall be in charge of my palace, and all my people are to submit to your orders. Only with respect to the throne will I be greater than you.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pharaoh took a risk, when he endowed Joseph – a young, Yahweh-worshipping foreigner – with so much authority. But why not? Joseph had already proven to be humble (in giving God credit) yet confident (offering unrequested advice) and capable (in interpreting the dream). It seems Pharaoh weighed the risks and made a wise faith decision. He would have made a good actuary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, increase my faith to take the risks that will increase my faith. Show me ways in which You've already worked, and then give me more opportunities to risk and believe. I want our relationship to be alive and growing, an adventure of constantly stepping out on air and providing the grace place to walk. Ummm, but not too exciting Lord…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5992492080416060671?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5992492080416060671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5992492080416060671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5992492080416060671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5992492080416060671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/risk-takers-faith-makers.html' title='RISK TAKERS; FAITH MAKERS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TODB9VUKqLI/AAAAAAAABSM/T_cbp-0D25I/s72-c/chicken%2Bor%2Begg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-8165493116572755952</id><published>2010-11-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:34:01.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phraseology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharaoh'/><title type='text'>PHRASEOLOGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TNiiln1GbNI/AAAAAAAABSE/cgqU1uXQKxg/s1600/does+this+make+me+look+fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TNiiln1GbNI/AAAAAAAABSE/cgqU1uXQKxg/s400/does+this+make+me+look+fat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537354509082586322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Women, if you love your husbands, please don't ask this question: "Does this outfit make me look fat?" Seriously, gals. Give him a break. There is no right answer to that question. If he says, "No," that could mean you are fat, but the outfit still looks good. If he says, "Yes…" well, Lord help him. A smart husband might survive with an answer like, "You look beautiful in anything you wear." But every woman knows that's code for, "You could stand to lose a pound or two." Phraseology isn't just about the words we say; it's about how we say the words. The way we emphasize (em-pha-SIZE) certain syllables (SYL-la-bles) is important because if you put the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble, it really messes with your head. Speaking of messing with your head, some authors think readers can't remember certain things, so they repeat a detail often – like messing with your head – so the reader doesn't forget a concept, like messing with your head...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 40:1-5&lt;/b&gt; – "Some time later, &lt;b&gt;the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt&lt;/b&gt; offended their master, the king of Egypt. Pharaoh was angry with his two officials, &lt;b&gt;the chief cupbearer and the chief baker&lt;/b&gt;, and put them in custody in the house of the &lt;b&gt;captain of the guard&lt;/b&gt;, in the same &lt;b&gt;prison &lt;/b&gt;where Joseph was confined. The &lt;b&gt;captain of the guard &lt;/b&gt;assigned them to Joseph, and he attended them. After they had been in custody for some time, each of the two men—&lt;b&gt;the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt,&lt;/b&gt; who were being held in &lt;b&gt;prison&lt;/b&gt;—had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis&lt;/b&gt; added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it's safe to say that the author of Genesis wanted us to know who Joseph ministered to in Pharaoh's prison. Hmmm? Repetition has always been an effective teacher. Intellectually, we repeat things in order to memorize. Physically, we use repetition to strengthen and create muscle-memory (an almost reflexive motion). Spiritual, repetition creates a unique mixture of living in continual conscious communion with our power Source and meditating on the Scriptures we rely on for strength and wisdom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 40:6-8&lt;/b&gt; – "When Joseph came to them the next morning, he saw that they were dejected. So he asked Pharaoh's officials who were in custody with him in his master‘s house, 'Why are your faces so sad today?' 'We both had dreams,' they answered, 'but there is no one to interpret them.' Then Joseph said to them, 'Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice, Joseph did NOT say that HE could interpret the dreams. He was careful to phrase his answer in a way that gave God all the credit. It seemed Joseph had learned a thing or two since boasting to his brothers about dreams and their messages. Was it age or hardship that taught Joseph humility?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 40:9-15&lt;/b&gt; – "So the chief cupbearer told Joseph his dream. He said to him, 'In my dream I saw a vine in front of me, and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes. Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh‘s cup and put the cup in his hand.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'This is what it means,' Joseph said to him. 'The three branches are three days. Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh's cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer. But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison. For I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph did NOT say, "I'll pray about it and get back to you." He was ready for the moment when God used him. He prepared BEFORE the opportunity, and because of that disciplined daily relationship, he knew what to say and how to say it when the opportunity arose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 40:16-19 &lt;/b&gt;– "When the chief baker saw that Joseph had given a favorable interpretation, he said to Joseph, 'I too had a dream: On my head were three baskets of bread. In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them out of the basket on my head.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'This is what it means,' Joseph said. 'The three baskets are three days. Within three days Pharaoh will lift off your head and hang you on a tree. And the birds will eat away your flesh.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if the baker hadn't mentioned the birds? Would Joseph's interpretation have been different? I suppose that's a silly question because he did mention the birds, and God interpreted truthfully through Joseph. But consider this: God's TRUTH remains the same, no matter how we PHRASE things. Whether the baker mentioned birds or Joseph interpreted them, God's hand presided over Joseph's circumstances and his words – as He will over ours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 40:20-23&lt;/b&gt; – "Now the third day was Pharaoh's birthday, and he gave a feast for all his officials. He lifted up the heads of the chief cupbearer and the chief baker in the presence of his officials: He restored the chief cupbearer to his position, so that he once again put the cup into Pharaoh's hand, but he hanged the chief baker, just as Joseph had said to them in his interpretation. The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously? A guy predicts your release from prison, and you forget to mention it to anyone? Again, I have to believe that not only is God sovereign over the things we DO say, but He also works through the things we DON'T say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, words are the most important form of communication I have with You and others – but sometimes they fail me…or I fail to use them correctly. It's at times like those that I'm thankful for Your grace and Your power to work beyond my weakness. Thanks for loving me in spite of my phraseology and for seeing beyond the words – into the intentions of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-8165493116572755952?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8165493116572755952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=8165493116572755952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8165493116572755952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8165493116572755952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/phraseology.html' title='PHRASEOLOGY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TNiiln1GbNI/AAAAAAAABSE/cgqU1uXQKxg/s72-c/does+this+make+me+look+fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5877222456609470028</id><published>2010-11-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:39:37.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potiphar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imprisoned'/><title type='text'>BLESSED INVISIBILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TM8UtNBex1I/AAAAAAAABR8/vS88XKmoOLA/s1600/0805001021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TM8UtNBex1I/AAAAAAAABR8/vS88XKmoOLA/s400/0805001021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534665233884170066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like being ignored. As a general rule, it's just downright rude to ignore someone, right? When I go to a restaurant, I'd like to be greeted by a hostess or waiter—even if they can't serve us right away. When I come home, I'd like for someone in the house to at least acknowledge my arrival—even if it's just the dog (my precious Bouzer always welcomes me home). But can you think of times when it's actually good to go unnoticed? My husband says a good football official is one you don't notice. If they're doing their jobs correctly, the game runs smoothly and you can enjoy the competition rather than having the flow broken by faulty officiating. (Can you tell he was a coach in his early years?) Roy and I were invisible for almost two years. Not like the Houdini-kind-of-invisible, but the kind of invisible one needs after fourteen years of pastoral ministry. We disappeared in a mega-church—sitting in the back, only attending Sunday worship services. In fact, we were so invisible that we never even met the pastor or a single staff member in the two years we attended. Lest you think we were heathen sinners, fallen from the grace-earning ranks of Christendom, let me assure you that Roy still ministered through mentoring students on campus, and I continued ministering through my computer screen. It was lovely…for a little while, and we have since found a wonderful smaller church, where we can become a part of the visible body again. Being invisible can be a blessing—or a curse. It was both for Joseph.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:6&lt;/b&gt; – "So [Potiphar] left in Joseph's care everything he had; with Joseph in charge, he did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate. Now Joseph was well-built and handsome…"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potiphar ignored Joseph with mixed motives. Indeed, he trusted his blessed slave; however, it seems the trust was mixed apathy and busyness on the part of Pharaoh's Captain of the Guard. No matter Potiphar's motives, Joseph was determined to respond honorably.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:7-10&lt;/b&gt; – "…and after a while his master's wife took notice of Joseph and said, 'Come to bed with me!' But he refused. 'With me in charge,' he told her, 'my master does not concern himself with anything in the house; everything he owns he has entrusted to my care. No one is greater in this house than I am. My master has withheld nothing from me except you, because you are his wife. How then could I do such a wicked thing and sin against God?' And though she spoke to Joseph day after day, he refused to go to bed with her or even be with her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invisible chatter is unadvisable. A quick, "No," would have sufficed and kept Joseph invisible. Granted, Potiphar's wife proves to be a persistent woman; however, as a rule the more we explain and clarify and communicate and, and, and…the further "exposed" we become. When dealing with temptation, oftentimes less is more, and explanations lead to danger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:11-18&lt;/b&gt; – "One day he went into the house to attend to his duties, and none of the household servants was inside. She caught him by his cloak and said, 'Come to bed with me!' But he left his cloak in her hand and ran out of the house. When she saw that he had left his cloak in her hand and had run out of the house, she called her household servants. 'Look,' she said to them, '&lt;b&gt;this Hebrew&lt;/b&gt; has been brought to us to make sport of us! He came in here to sleep with me, but &lt;b&gt;I screamed&lt;/b&gt;. When he heard me scream for help, he left his cloak beside me and ran out of the house.' She kept his cloak beside her until his master came home. Then she told him this story: '&lt;b&gt;That Hebrew&lt;/b&gt; slave you brought us came to me to make sport of me. But as soon as &lt;b&gt;I screamed&lt;/b&gt; for help, he left his cloak beside me and ran out of the house.'" (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trusted servant Potiphar once "ignored" becomes a foreigner and then an intruder. How could Potiphar be so easily convinced that his trustworthy servant was guilty of such evil? For the same reason many quiet folks with somewhat "invisible" personalities are mistaken for snobbish, unintelligent or some other socially less-than trait. Joseph fell prey to the peril of many introverts—misjudgment by misunderstanding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:19-23 &lt;/b&gt;– "When his master heard the story his wife told him, saying, 'This is how your slave treated me,' he burned with anger. Joseph's master took him and put him in prison, the place where the king's prisoners were confined. But while Joseph was there in the prison, the LORD was with him; he showed him kindness and granted him favor in the eyes of the prison warden. So the warden put Joseph in charge of all those held in the prison, and he was made responsible for all that was done there. The warden paid no attention to anything under Joseph's care, because the LORD was with Joseph and gave him success in whatever he did." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis&lt;/b&gt; added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you imagine how Joseph must have felt? Sold into slavery by his brothers. Boo. Success in Potiphar's house. Hooray. Unjustly accused and wrongly imprisoned. Boo. Success in prison and favored by the warden. Hooray? Let's face it. No one wants to be noticed in prison. Invisible was the best Joseph could hope for, right? But not JUST invisible. Blessed invisible. Joseph felt God's presence and reaped God's blessing no matter what his circumstance. Why? Because &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is invisible to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, whether I receive the attention of others or not, I always have Your undivided attention and favor. You never look away, never blink, never miss a single heartbeat. You have numbered every hair on my head, and I am precious to You. Let this knowledge cradle me during those difficult moments when others look through me, or when others notice me in hurtful ways. In You, I can hide and become blessedly invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5877222456609470028?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5877222456609470028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5877222456609470028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5877222456609470028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5877222456609470028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessed-invisibility.html' title='BLESSED INVISIBILITY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TM8UtNBex1I/AAAAAAAABR8/vS88XKmoOLA/s72-c/0805001021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5015344181474997448</id><published>2010-10-25T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:34:38.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potiphar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><title type='text'>MORE THAN JUST POSITIVE THINKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TMX2pbUXzMI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9gJUDWFtHw/s1600/rain+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TMX2pbUXzMI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9gJUDWFtHw/s400/rain+boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532098908862794946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain arrived last Saturday in the Pacific Northwest, and it‘s more likely than possible that we‘ll not see much sun until May. I finally cut sales tags off my rain boots and chose an outfit that matched them to wear to church. So in the long, gloomy, rainy days of Northwest fall, winter and spring – how do we stay positive? I hate positive thinking. It‘s a bit like lying to your face. Why should I tell my face to smile when every natural instinct says cry or scream? Even Job said, ―If I change my expression and smile, I still dread all my suffering.‖ (Job 9:27) See? Even good ol‘ Job thought positive thinking was a hoax. When those health and wealth gurus tell me to slap on a smile, I just want to slap theirs off! A permanent smile is just downright creepy – look at the Batman movies…the Joker never loses his smile, but who wants HIS disposition? So what‘s the answer? Do we walk around at the whim of our circumstance-blown emotions? That would be tragic indeed. To feel the true joy for which we were created, our attitudes, ambition and purpose must be centered on a far more stable Truth and Source. The writer of Genesis realized it and revealed it in the story of Joseph…&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:1-2 &lt;/b&gt;– "Now Joseph had been taken down to Egypt. Potiphar, an Egyptian who was one of Pharaoh's officials, the captain of the guard, bought him from the Ishmaelites who had taken him there. The LORD was with Joseph and he prospered, and he lived in the house of his Egyptian master." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How could Joseph "prosper" as a slave? Seriously. He had been the favored son of a wealthy nomadic tribal chief. He could have looked at Potiphar's villa and power and been envious. Instead, Joseph focused on the one stable Source of his contentment – Yahweh, the LORD, who was WITH him in Canaan or in Egypt. God's presence became Joseph's prosperity, not the hope of material gain or a manufactured feel-good emotion. God WITH him – WITH you. Emmanuel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:3-4&lt;/b&gt; – "When his master saw that the LORD was with him and that the LORD gave him success in everything he did, Joseph found favor in his eyes and became his attendant. Potiphar put him in charge of his household, and he entrusted to his care everything he owned." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did Potiphar know Joseph was a follower of Yahweh? Either Joseph spoke of God or he wore something that defined him as a follower of Yahweh. People recognize us as followers of Christ in the same ways – either we tell them, or we give them some outward clue as to our inward condition. But notice that Potiphar realized more than just Joseph's allegiance to the Hebrew God. The master understood that Joseph's success came from Above, that it wasn't just the slave's natural talent that prospered his household. At some crucial point, Joseph found ways to give God the glory for every good gift that came to his master's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 39:5-6&lt;/b&gt; – "From the time [Potiphar] put [Joseph] in charge of his household and of all that he owned, the LORD blessed the household of the Egyptian because of Joseph. The blessing of the LORD was on everything Potiphar had, both in the house and in the field. So he left in Joseph's care everything he had; with Joseph in charge, he did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blessing of God's presence was passed from faithful Joseph to his observant master. Joseph's faith amplified God's faithfulness, making Potiphar the beneficiary of God's blessing. God wasn't faithful BECAUSE Joseph delighted in His presence, but Joseph's delight in God's presence certainly opened the door of God's blessing to Potiphar. Those who know us best quickly recognize a fake smile; but an authentic smile, from a heart content in Christ, is a blessing to the smiler and to the smile-watcher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I have been pretty good at faking a smile for most of my life – and I'm tired of it. I see now that I can experience a true and abiding joy, based on the reality of Your presence. You are WITH me, wherever I am, in whatever circumstance I find myself. For that reason alone, my smile never has to lie again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5015344181474997448?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5015344181474997448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5015344181474997448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5015344181474997448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5015344181474997448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-just-positive-thinking.html' title='MORE THAN JUST POSITIVE THINKING'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TMX2pbUXzMI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9gJUDWFtHw/s72-c/rain+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2133272286749767472</id><published>2010-10-18T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:28:20.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lineage of Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>AVOIDANCE AND DECEPTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLyjVRi1WRI/AAAAAAAABRk/_7IbafYhFA0/s1600/lie+to+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLyjVRi1WRI/AAAAAAAABRk/_7IbafYhFA0/s400/lie+to+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529474028386212114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to have to monitor my husband's TV watching more closely. Actually, we both really enjoy a show called, &lt;i&gt;Lie to Me&lt;/i&gt;. It's about this facial recognition specialist, who uses facial tics and expressions to determine if people are telling the truth. The main character is so proficient at reading faces, he can discern if a person is fearful, disgusted or humiliated. He listens carefully to their answers, determining if they're “deflecting” or avoiding the question. Well, my husband has decided to duplicate this TV show in real life. If I avoid answering his specific question, he says, “You're deflecting!” Hrumph! If I stretch a few details to make a story more interesting, he cries, “You're exaggerating!” What's wrong with embellishment? Well, &lt;i&gt;embellishment &lt;/i&gt;is just another word for DECEPTION and it's been used with its cousin, AVOIDANCE, for centuries to manipulate people and circumstances. Abraham, Isaac and Jacob had a history of deception…and now, Judah picks up where his ancestors left off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:1&lt;/b&gt; – “&lt;b&gt;At that time&lt;/b&gt;, Judah left his brothers and went down to stay with a man of Adullam named Hirah.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judah left when his father started mourning for Joseph, unable – or unwilling – to witness the consequences of his sin. Though it had been his idea to sell Joseph into slavery, he took the coward's road of AVOIDANCE and left his brothers to take responsibility for the pain he caused.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:2-11&lt;/b&gt; – “There Judah met the daughter of a Canaanite man named Shua. He married her and lay with her; she became pregnant and gave birth to a son, who was named Er. She conceived again and gave birth to a son and named him Onan. She gave birth to still another son and named him Shelah. It was at Kezib that she gave birth to him. Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death. Then Judah said to Onan, 'Lie with your brother's wife and&lt;b&gt; fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law &lt;/b&gt;to produce offspring for your brother.' But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, 'Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up.' For he thought, 'He may die too, just like his brothers.' So Tamar went to live in her father's house.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop to consider how many years Judah has lived among the Canaanites. Long enough to marry, have three sons, find a wife for them and then lose two of his sons due to wickedness. Judah has been hiding from his sin – away from Jacob, God's Covenant bearer. And he's doing everything humanly possible to protect himself and his third son. The problem is: we can't AVOID or DECEIVE God. Even at a subconscious level, God works His way into our hearts, nudging us toward Him. Here's what I mean…Judah required his second son to marry Tamar to “fulfill the duty of the brother-in-law.” Historically, this is the first reference to such a requirement. Later, this obligation is added to the Law of Moses, but for now, Judah is openly rebellious against God and deceiving his daughter-in-law. Regardless, God's protective hand is establishing the lineage of Judah…the family tree of Jesus Christ. When we refuse to submit to God, He remains a soft Light on our wrong path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:12-19&lt;/b&gt; – “After a long time Judah's wife, the daughter of Shua, died. When Judah had recovered from his grief, he went up to Timnah, to the men who were shearing his sheep, and his friend Hirah the Adullamite went with him. When Tamar was told, 'Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep,' she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife. When Judah saw her, &lt;b&gt;he thought she was a prostitute&lt;/b&gt;, for she had covered her face. Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, 'Come now, let me sleep with you.' 'And what will you give me to sleep with you?' she asked. 'I'll send you a young goat from my flock,' he said. 'Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?' she asked. He said, 'What pledge should I give you?' 'Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand,' she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow‟s clothes again.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis&lt;/b&gt; added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice Tamar never lied to her father-in-law – but she deceived him. He saw her and &lt;i&gt;assumed &lt;/i&gt;she was a prostitute – just as Jacob had seen Joseph's bloodied robe and &lt;i&gt;assumed&lt;/i&gt; he was devoured by wild animals. Isn't it just a little bit delicious that Judah, the trickster, gets tricked? DECEPTION need not be a spoken lie – it is the spirit of the concept being communicated. Tamar intended deceit – as Judah had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:20-23&lt;/b&gt; – “Meanwhile Judah sent the young goat by his friend the Adullamite in order to get his pledge back from the woman, but he did not find her. He asked the men who lived there, 'Where is the shrine prostitute who was beside the road at Enaim?' 'There hasn't been any shrine prostitute here,' they said. So he went back to Judah and said, 'I didn't find her. Besides, the men who lived there said, “There hasn‟t been any shrine prostitute here.”' Then Judah said, 'Let her keep what she has, or we will become a laughingstock. After all, I did send her this young goat, but you didn‟t find her.'”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, this is almost comical. Almost. Judah is a sinner trying to scrape together some semblance of integrity – that is, if it doesn't take too much effort. When a little integrity might unmask his sin, Judah reverts to AVOIDANCE because it's comfortable. For many people, when a situation requires too much effort, honor or disclosure, we avoid it, forget it, or pretend it didn't happen. The Lord calls us to do what's right; but when we fail, we should at least make the effort to make it right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:24-26&lt;/b&gt; – “About three months later Judah was told, 'Your daughter-in-law Tamar is guilty of prostitution, and as a result she is now pregnant.' Judah said, 'Bring her out and have her burned to death!' As she was being brought out, she sent a message to her father-in-law. 'I am pregnant by the man who owns these,' she said. And she added, 'See if you recognize whose seal and cord and staff these are.' Judah recognized them and said, 'She is more righteous than I, since I wouldn‟t give her to my son Shelah.' And he did not sleep with her again.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Judah was backed into a corner, AVOIDANCE and DECEPTION now impossible, at least he gathered his tattered integrity and covered Tamar with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 38:27-30&lt;/b&gt; – “When the time came for her to give birth, there were twin boys in her womb. As she was giving birth, one of them put out his hand; so the midwife took a scarlet thread and tied it on his wrist and said, 'This one came out first.' But when he drew back his hand, his brother came out, and she said, 'So this is how you have broken out!' And he was named Perez(means “breaking out”). Then his brother, who had the scarlet thread on his wrist, came out and he was given the name Zerah(means “scarlet or brightness”).”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find it interesting that the names of Judah's and Tamar's twins seem to embody the opposite of AVOIDANCE and DECEPTION. Perez, the little one who “broke out,” certainly didn't know the meaning of avoidance. Nor could Zerah, the one with the scarlet thread on his wrist, deceive the midwife by his shifty arrival. How great it would be if our children could be free from the weaknesses that plague their parents. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, help me to meet difficult circumstances without hesitation and stand stronger in unshaded truth. I want to be so near to Your all-consuming Light that I can't avoid the truth that surrounds me - no matter how unpleasant, no matter how much effort it requires. Let my integrity and wisdom grow in proportion to my relationship with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2133272286749767472?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2133272286749767472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2133272286749767472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2133272286749767472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2133272286749767472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/10/avoidance-and-deception.html' title='AVOIDANCE AND DECEPTION'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLyjVRi1WRI/AAAAAAAABRk/_7IbafYhFA0/s72-c/lie+to+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-6243638685465267771</id><published>2010-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:50:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESS THAN EXPECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLNzvTLoaEI/AAAAAAAABRc/jRI1ZrpiNOw/s1600/HPIM2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLNzvTLoaEI/AAAAAAAABRc/jRI1ZrpiNOw/s400/HPIM2193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526888424153835586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life seldom delivers what we expect. The divorce rate is vivid proof. Even our long-anticipated holidays, celebrations and vacations almost never pack the same "punch" we've dreamed of. Why is that? Are our expectations too high or do we live life too low? One of the worst demolitions of our family's expectations was our nearly canceled cruise to Australia/New Zealand. It was Christmas 2008, and Portland experienced its worst snowstorm in thirty years – closing the airport and causing us to miss the first four days of our 14-day cruise. Portland's blast of winter cost us our tour of Australia, and we had to meet the ship in New Zealand (which was beautiful, by the way). We were thankful, of course, but we had so looked forward to seeing Australia, since our interest had been peeked years earlier when our daughter applied to be an exchange student there but was reassigned. Most importantly, however, for weeks and months, we expected a glorious Christmas with our precious parents-of-the-heart, who were to meet us in LA so we could be together on the ship for Christmas. Instead, they spent Christmas on the ship alone, and we sat in the LA airport – a nine hour layover before a 14-hour trans-Pacific flight. Yep, our girls are pictured above with their single present and our pile of carry-on luggage. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we adjusted our expectations! The new plan was to meet a cruise-line representative in Auckland, New Zealand. Alas, no one met us, so we adjusted expectations again and boarded the ship the next day. Finally underway, our cruise was wonderful, beautiful, splendid. Just not what we expected…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:12-14&lt;/b&gt; – "Now [Joseph‘s] brothers had gone to graze their father's flocks near Shechem, and Israel said to Joseph, 'As you know, your brothers are grazing the flocks near Shechem. Come, I am going to send you to them.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Very well,' he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he said to him, 'Go and see if all is well with your brothers and with the flocks, and bring word back to me.' Then he sent him off from the Valley of Hebron."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph was about seventeen years old when his father, &lt;b&gt;Jacob (Israel)&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; expected&lt;/b&gt; him to travel fifty miles from Hebron to Shechem to find his brothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:15-18 &lt;/b&gt;– "When Joseph arrived at Shechem, a man found him wandering around in the fields and asked him, 'What are you looking for?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He replied, 'I'm looking for my brothers. Can you tell me where they are grazing their flocks?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'They have moved on from here,' the man answered. 'I heard them say, "Let's go to Dothan."' So Joseph went after his brothers and found them near Dothan. But they saw him in the distance, and before he reached them, they plotted to kill him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph was relentless in his search for his brothers – no doubt because he wanted to &lt;b&gt;meet his father‘s expectations&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:19-20&lt;/b&gt; – "'Here comes that dreamer!' they said to each other. 'Come now, let's kill him and throw him into one of these cisterns and say that a ferocious animal devoured him. Then we‘ll see what comes of his dreams.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joseph’s brothers' &lt;/b&gt;hate had escalated into murderous thoughts – they &lt;b&gt;expected &lt;/b&gt;to be rid of him forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:21-22 &lt;/b&gt;– "When Reuben heard this, he tried to rescue him from their hands. 'Let's not take his life,' he said. 'Don't shed any blood. Throw him into this cistern here in the desert, but don't lay a hand on him.' Reuben said this to rescue him from them and take him back to his father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reuben expected&lt;/b&gt; to appease his brothers' hatred and rescue Joseph later – he expected to become a hero in his father's eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:23-24&lt;/b&gt; – "So when Joseph came to his brothers, they stripped him of his robe—the richly ornamented robe he was wearing—and they took him and threw him into the cistern. Now the cistern was empty; there was no water in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine the welcome &lt;b&gt;Joseph expected&lt;/b&gt;. He'd searched from Hebron to Shechem to Dothan and finally found his surly brothers. Instead of welcome or appreciation, he received a waterless grave. Was the depth of their hate a surprise to Joseph? Had he expected them to go this far? The shock and betrayal of a family member is a deep wound. Though the author of Genesis later reveals Joseph's emotions during his captivity in Egypt, here there is no mention of Joseph's reaction. Not a single word, thought or prayer. Sometimes there are no words to describe the pain when a situation runs so completely contrary to our expectations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:25-28 &lt;/b&gt;– "As [the brothers] sat down to eat their meal, they looked up and saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead. Their camels were loaded with spices, balm and myrrh, and they were on their way to take them down to Egypt. Judah said to his brothers, 'What will we gain if we kill our brother and cover up his blood? Come, let's sell him to the Ishmaelites and not lay our hands on him; &lt;b&gt;after all, he is our brother&lt;/b&gt;, our own flesh and blood.' His brothers agreed. So when the Midianite merchants came by, his brothers pulled Joseph up out of the cistern and sold him for twenty shekels of silver to the Ishmaelites, who took him to Egypt." (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greed changed the &lt;b&gt;brothers’ expectations&lt;/b&gt;. Suddenly, Judah was reminded that Joseph was their brother – an attack of conscience spurred by a lucrative opportunity. Their expectations were redefined by sin. We can rationalize an expectation, even make it appear noble – with incredibly ignoble motives. The root of our expectations is a matter of the heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:29-32&lt;/b&gt; – "When Reuben returned to the cistern and saw that Joseph was not there, he tore his clothes. He went back to his brothers and said, 'The boy isn't there! Where can I turn now?' Then they got Joseph's robe, slaughtered a goat and dipped the robe in the blood. They took the ornamented robe back to their father and said, 'We found this. Examine it to see whether it is your son‘s robe.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where was Reuben when the brothers sold Joseph to the Midianites? &lt;b&gt;Reuben expected&lt;/b&gt; to be the hero – saving Joseph and returning the favored son to their father. But because he didn't act on his convictions right away, he Reuben missed the opportunity to do the right thing. Good intentions mingled with high expectations can be nullified by procrastination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:33-35&lt;/b&gt; – "[Jacob] recognized it and said, 'It is my son's robe! Some ferocious animal has devoured him. Joseph has surely been torn to pieces.' Then Jacob tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and mourned for his son many days. All his sons and daughters came to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. 'No,' he said, 'in mourning will I go down to the grave to my son.' So his father wept for him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After seeing Joseph's robe smeared with blood &lt;b&gt;Jacob expected &lt;/b&gt;Joseph to be dead. All the facts pointed to it, so his sons didn't need to say a word. Jacob created his own expectation without asking questions to clarify the truth. Did he blame himself for sending a boy of seventeen on such a long journey? Did he suspect his sons of foul play? Guilt, fear, anger and a host of other unhealthy emotions can send our expectations spiraling into a dark realm – like the irrevocable grieving Jacob began.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:36&lt;/b&gt; – "Meanwhile, the Midianites sold Joseph in Egypt to Potiphar, one of Pharaoh‘s officials, the captain of the guard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, this is certainly about as far from &lt;b&gt;Joseph’s expectations &lt;/b&gt;as he could get. In his dreams, his father and brothers were bowing to him. He was now a servant in a foreign land – away from everyone and everything he knew. The important lesson is this: In this moment, Joseph's life doesn't line up with the expectations God placed in his heart. However, God isn't finished with Joseph! Our lives are so much more than one moment in time, and the expectations God has for us will take a lifetime to realize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, my expectations are so very tied to the here and the now. I try to dream of what the future may hold, but my idea of the future comes much more quickly than Yours! Teach me to temper my expectations with eternity. Give me the contentment of Your timelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-6243638685465267771?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6243638685465267771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=6243638685465267771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6243638685465267771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6243638685465267771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/10/less-than-expected.html' title='LESS THAN EXPECTED'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TLNzvTLoaEI/AAAAAAAABRc/jRI1ZrpiNOw/s72-c/HPIM2193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2177888504804828136</id><published>2010-10-04T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:01:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKo3IpI-xdI/AAAAAAAABRU/CQppDzkVqJw/s1600/TMI+COLONOSCOPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKo3IpI-xdI/AAAAAAAABRU/CQppDzkVqJw/s400/TMI+COLONOSCOPY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524288514545337810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Research has uncovered a serious disease that affects one out of three individuals. It's abbreviation is TMI, but you may know it as, “Too-much-eous Information-eous.” (Okay, just so we're clear – I'm making all this up) The symptoms of Too-much-eous Information-eous (TMI) are easy to recognize. The TMI carrier shares more information than his/her hearers need to know, should know or even want to know. A TMI carrier talks long after his/her listeners have stopped listening. TMI can be contagious, when an otherwise discreet or tactful individual endures repeated exposure to a TMI sufferer. To protect ourselves from this modern epidemic, we have a powerful yet simple weapon at our disposal: a single question posed to anyone you might suspect suffers from TMI. Simply make good eye contact and ask, “If you were to describe yourself as a punctuation mark, what would you be?” If the person answers, “Exclamation point, period, or question mark,” you may safely pursue a healthy conversation. However, if the individual answers, “semi-colon, comma, or (heaven help us) ellipsis – a triple dot at the end of a sentence,” RUN! You have encountered a TMI carrier, and your social graces may be in grave danger! If you believe you may have already been infected with the TMI germ, perform these simple tests at your next social gathering. #1 – If you don't get invited to a social gathering, you are probably a carrier. #2 – If you go to a party, and people's eyes glaze over the moment you begin speaking, you may be a carrier. #3 – If you go to a party, and they ask you to refill the food trays and punch bowl – and you've never met the host/hostess – you may be a carrier. My advice to you, if you have already been infected by the TMI germ…end every story with, “And then I found five dollars.” At least then all your stories will have a happy ending. Our biblical example of a TMI carrier: Joseph, Jacob's eleventh son…&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:1-2&lt;/b&gt; – “Jacob lived in the land where his father had stayed, the land of Canaan. This is the account of Jacob. Joseph, a young man of &lt;b&gt;seventeen&lt;/b&gt;, was tending the flocks with his brothers, the sons of Bilhah and the sons of Zilpah, his father's wives, and he &lt;b&gt;brought their father a bad report&lt;/b&gt; about them.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You would hope that by age seventeen, Joseph would have found more creative ways than tattling to solve problems. Granted, some instances require the intervention of an mediator; however, could Joseph's tattling have been avoided with a more tactful attempt at diplomacy? Joseph's runaway tongue shares TMI with others, building walls where a little wisdom might have built bridges. Too often, even adults are guilty of tattling in order to gain support for their “side” of an issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:3-4 &lt;/b&gt;– “Now Israel loved Joseph more than any of his other sons, because he had been born to him in his old age; and he made a richly ornamented robe for him. When his brothers saw that their father loved him more than any of them, they hated him and could not speak a kind word to him.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems Joseph wasn't the only one suffering from TMI. Jacob, too, seemed to share his favoritism too freely. Rather than recognizing the sin of dividing his household, Jacob flaunted his dysfunction by draping Joseph in the richly ornamented proof of his fatherly love. It was TMI and became salt in the wounded hearts of his other sons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:5-8 &lt;/b&gt;– “Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers, they hated him all the more. He said to them, 'Listen to this dream I had: We were binding sheaves of grain out in the field when suddenly my sheaf rose and stood upright, while your sheaves gathered around mine and bowed down to it.' His brothers said to him, 'Do you intend to reign over us? Will you actually rule us?' And they hated him all the more &lt;b&gt;because of his dream and what he had said&lt;/b&gt;.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph's brothers hated him for two reasons – one was beyond Joseph's control, the other was TMI. Joseph's dream was a subconscious response initiated by God, foretelling a future event that the Lord would indeed bring to pass. However, Joseph's mistake was sharing his spiritual insights with folks who could not/would not/did not appreciate hearing about Joseph's heavenly encounter. We must choose carefully those with whom we share God's work in our lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen. 37:9-11 &lt;/b&gt;– “Then he had another dream, and he told it to his brothers. 'Listen,' he said, 'I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me.' When he &lt;b&gt;told his father as well as his brothers&lt;/b&gt;, his father rebuked him and said, 'What is this dream you had? Will &lt;b&gt;your mother and I&lt;/b&gt; and your brothers actually come and bow down to the ground before you?' His brothers were jealous of him, but his father &lt;b&gt;kept the matter in mind&lt;/b&gt;.” (&lt;b&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, the first dream-share we can chalk up to an “oops,” for silly young Joseph. But when the kid adds fuel to his brothers' already white-hot flames of hatred, we've just got to shake our heads and say, “Yo, dude! TMI!” Since he included his father in this second explanation, I'm wondering if he thought he might get Jacob's approval…. Oops, miscalculation. I find it interesting that Jacob asks if Joseph's mother and he will come and bow down – Rachel is dead. Jacob chastises Joseph, but Scripture says that Jacob “kept the matter in mind.” Perhaps Jacob knew this impulsive, extravagant son, who has a severe case of TMI, has also been called by God for a special purpose. I find great comfort in that…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I see the faults in Joseph and Jacob – and many of the Bible characters – and they mirror so many of my own shortcomings. Having battled TMI all my life, it continues to plague me from time to time. Can you still use me, Lord? Even though I say the wrong thing at the wrong time? Even though I tell more than anyone needs to know? I trust Your power and wisdom to be greater than my weakness and flaws. Let it be so, Father. Let it be so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2177888504804828136?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2177888504804828136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2177888504804828136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2177888504804828136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2177888504804828136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/10/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKo3IpI-xdI/AAAAAAAABRU/CQppDzkVqJw/s72-c/TMI+COLONOSCOPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2775916641367594199</id><published>2010-09-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:03:13.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><title type='text'>A DEFINING LEGACY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKFY20lauRI/AAAAAAAABQs/R2oERERiDh0/s1600/hoarding.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKFY20lauRI/AAAAAAAABQs/R2oERERiDh0/s400/hoarding.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521792316984703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this picture (at right) is NOT my house...but it could be if I don't learn to throw things away. I’m getting to that time in life when I open my underwear drawer and think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Smokes! If I die today, I don’t want anyone cleaning out this drawer! I have underwear in there older than my children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly want to leave a more meaningful legacy than stretched-out, hole-ly (not holy), elastic-less underwear! It occurs to me that men and women think differently about legacies. (Men and women think differently about underwear, too, but that’s for another devotional topic.) In a room of strangers, men usually introduce themselves by reciting their occupation or their associations. Women introduce themselves by establishing their relationships – their children, husband, parents, friends. Women may also share their occupations, but oftentimes they will tell WHO they work with – as opposed to men, who begin comparing the quickest route to said location. In either type of introduction, the individual defines the people, places and things in their lives that have shaped them. A legacy is not only left for those who come after us. It is also shaped by those who have built into us. We see Esau’s legacy described in one chapter of Genesis. No underwear drawer to inspect. Just one chapter to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 36:1-5&lt;/span&gt; – "This is the account of Esau (that is, Edom). Esau took his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wives from the women of Canaan&lt;/span&gt;: Adah daughter of Elon the Hittite, and Oholibamah daughter of Anah and granddaughter of Zibeon the Hivite—also Basemath daughter of Ishmael and sister of Nebaioth. Adah bore Eliphaz to Esau, Basemath bore Reuel, and Oholibamah bore Jeush, Jalam and Korah. These were the sons of Esau, who were born to him in Canaan." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esau was defined by his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wives&lt;/span&gt;. No doubt, a marriage relationship in ancient Middle East 2000 BC looked quite different than a marriage relationship in America 2010 AD. However, I believe this remains constant: the unique intimacy of marriage affects a person’s sense of self more deeply than any other adult relationship. Ultimately, my legacy joins with my spouse’s legacy to become a combined statement of a life lived together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 36:6-8&lt;/span&gt; – "Esau took his wives and sons and daughters and all the members of his household, as well as his livestock and all his other animals and all the goods he had acquired in Canaan, and moved to a land some distance from his brother Jacob. Their possessions were too great for them to remain together; the land where they were staying could not support them both because of their livestock. So Esau (that is, Edom) settled in the hill country of Seir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esau was defined by his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;. My husband and I have three homes. We hold a mortgage on one house; however, we consider three locations to be HOME: 1) where we grew up, 2) where we enjoyed pastoral ministry during our children’s growing-up years, and 3) where we live now. Each of those places changed us, taught us, shaped us into the people we are today, and in each of those locations, we left and will leave a lasting footprint that others will follow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 36:9-14 &lt;/span&gt;– "This is the account of Esau the father of the Edomites in the hill country of Seir. These are the names of Esau’s sons: Eliphaz, the son of Esau’s wife Adah, and Reuel, the son of Esau’s wife Basemath. The sons of Eliphaz: Teman, Omar, Zepho, Gatam and Kenaz. Esau’s son Eliphaz also had a concubine named Timna, who bore him Amalek. These were grandsons of Esau’s wife Adah. The sons of Reuel: Nahath, Zerah, Shammah and Mizzah. These were grandsons of Esau’s wife Basemath. The sons of Esau’s wife Oholibamah daughter of Anah and granddaughter of Zibeon, whom she bore to Esau: Jeush, Jalam and Korah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esau was defined by his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;children &lt;/span&gt;and grandchildren. For better or worse, our kids become our calling card to the world, when our voices are long gone. Of course, our children have been ours to mold and shape since their first squalling breath, but have you ever considered the shaping children do in our lives? Whether our own children or those of others, kids teach us things we could never learn from adults. The world through the eyes of a child – or even a teenager – is vastly different than its interpretation by a jaded adult. And if my daughters didn’t keep me updated on pop culture, I’d be even further behind the curve than I already am! God bless my kids (and someday grandkids), who in many ways help define their own legacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 36:15-30&lt;/span&gt; – "These were the chiefs among Esau’s descendants: The sons of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliphaz &lt;/span&gt;the firstborn of Esau: Chiefs Teman, Omar, Zepho, Kenaz, Korah, Gatam and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amalek&lt;/span&gt;…they were grandsons of Adah. The sons of Esau’s son Reuel: Chiefs Nahath, Zerah, Shammah and Mizzah…they were grandsons of Esau’s wife Basemath. …Chiefs Jeush, Jalam and Korah. These were the chiefs descended from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esau’s wife Oholibamah daughter of Anah&lt;/span&gt;. These were the sons of Esau (that is, Edom), and these were their chiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sons of Seir the Horite&lt;/span&gt;, who were living in the region: Lotan, Shobal, Zibeon, Anah, Dishon, Ezer and Dishan. These sons of Seir in Edom were Horite chiefs. The sons of Lotan: Hori and Homam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timna &lt;/span&gt;was Lotan’s sister. The sons of Shobal…The sons of Zibeon…The children of Anah: Dishon and Oholibamah daughter of Anah. The sons of Dishon…The sons of Ezer…The sons of Dishan …These were the Horite chiefs, according to their divisions, in the land of Seir." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esau was defined by his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in-laws&lt;/span&gt;. When Esau married Canaanite women, he bound himself and his descendants to their pagan culture for all time. Esau married the daughter of a Horite Chief, an important man in the region Esau planned to settle. Esau’s firstborn son, Eliphaz, took a concubine from the royal Horite family (Timna, 36:12,22) and made her son a chief equal among his other sons (Amalek, father of the Amalekites). The family of our spouse brings a kaleidoscope of color to the legacy we will leave – a truth we must recognize and then maximize or minimize as much as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 36:31-43 &lt;/span&gt;– "These were the kings who reigned in Edom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before any Israelite king reigned&lt;/span&gt;: Bela son of Beor became king of Edom. His city was named Dinhabah. When Bela died, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jobab &lt;/span&gt;son of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zerah &lt;/span&gt;from Bozrah succeeded him as king. When Jobab died, Husham…succeeded him…Hadad…succeeded him…Samlah…succeeded him…Shaul…succeeded him…Baal-Hanan…succeeded him…Hadad succeeded him…These were the chiefs descended from Esau, by name, according to their clans and regions: Timna, Alvah, Jetheth, Oholibamah, Elah, Pinon, Kenaz, Teman, Mibzar, Magdiel and Iram. These were the chiefs of Edom, according to their settlements in the land they occupied. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was Esau&lt;/span&gt; the father of the Edomites." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esau was defined by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;. From conception, Esau competed with his brother, Jacob/Israel. Now, recorded for all time, Esau’s ruling descendants are measured first and foremost according to the timeline of Israelite kings. Though 99.9% of us reading this devotional won’t have our lives written in any sort of historical record, still our legacy will live on. As surely as we have been defined by people and circumstances in our lives, so we, too, will leave a defining footprint on this earth. What will it be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, teach me to live each day as though I’m building my legacy. Show me every individual, every community, every circumstance in my life as a tool that You’re using to shape my legacy for those who will follow. As I am defined by my legacy, let my legacy be a defining gift for my children and children’s children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2775916641367594199?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2775916641367594199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2775916641367594199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2775916641367594199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2775916641367594199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/09/defining-legacy.html' title='A DEFINING LEGACY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKFY20lauRI/AAAAAAAABQs/R2oERERiDh0/s72-c/hoarding.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-6369367830062523831</id><published>2010-09-20T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:49:15.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>SEARCHING FOR MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TJfUGU3sO3I/AAAAAAAABQk/wnc6C4T66ms/s1600/HPIM2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TJfUGU3sO3I/AAAAAAAABQk/wnc6C4T66ms/s320/HPIM2461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519113073512430450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When do we begin yearning for MORE? I think it begins when we‘re children – as was evidenced by my own little cherubs. We started the Christmas tradition of advent boxes when our girls were in first grade and pre-school. Each day, from December 1-24, our family: 1) read a selected Scripture, 2) shared a short Christmas story, and 3) opened one 1"x 2"x 3" box containing a small gift. The gifts might be coins or pieces of candy, sometimes even a colored "pill" – the outer shell of which dissolved in warm water to reveal a little foam animal. At first each gift was met with wide-eyed enthusiasm, but as the girls grew older they searched for MORE. By the time they reached fourth grade and first grade, our little angels were scowling at the coins and tossing the pills aside. They wanted MORE. So the next year, we made advent a scavenger hunt, filling the advent boxes with clues as to where bigger gifts were hidden in the house. A few years later, our girls outsmarted us and found the gifts before the advent boxes were opened. So once again, we had to find a way to deliver MORE. We began placing wrapped gifts under the tree and numbering them in correlation with the advent box number. We tucked into the advent boxes snappy little poems that gave clues about the gift in the corresponding wrapped gift. This advent strategy has proven most effective and is still in use today – when our girls are in their mid twenties! (The above photo displaying some of our little silly gifts still in use and the fact that our new son-in-law also finds this tradition fascinating!) However, now that our kids are grown, we've all discovered there's just something missing about Christmas. We remember how special Christmas was when children's laughter rang out when they opened their gifts. Wouldn't it be nice to have some grand-kids around? Hmmm, maybe even grown-ups want MORE….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:1 &lt;/span&gt;– "Then God said to Jacob, 'Go up to Bethel and settle there…'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob went to Bethel. He built an altar, Rebekah's nurse (Deborah) died and God reaffirmed both His covenant and new name to Israel. But instead of obeying God's command to settle in Bethel…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:16-20&lt;/span&gt; – "Then they moved on from Bethel. While they were still some distance from Ephrath, Rachel began to give birth and had great difficulty. And as she was having great difficulty in childbirth, the midwife said to her, 'Don't be afraid, for you have another son.' As she breathed her last—for she was dying—she named her son Ben-Oni. But his father named him Benjamin. So Rachel died and was buried on the way to Ephrath (that is, Bethlehem). Over her tomb Jacob set up a pillar, and to this day that pillar marks Rachel's tomb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel's death was the first of three tragedies that befell Jacob after he left Bethel. I had always imagined Rachel's death as God's punishment for Jacob's sin. But perhaps she died simply because Jacob didn't heed God's practical directive to SETTLE in Bethel because his pregnant wife was on the verge of childbirth. Sometimes God's commands are purely practical in nature. Many Old Testament Laws (Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy) were given to establish sanitation and health practices for a nomadic nation. When the Lord lays a command on our hearts, oftentimes His motive is not to squelch our fun or prove His power – but rather to protect us from all sorts of potential harm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:21-26&lt;/span&gt; – "Israel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moved on again&lt;/span&gt; and pitched his tent beyond Migdal Eder. While Israel was living in that region, Reuben went in and slept with his father's concubine Bilhah, and Israel heard of it. Jacob had twelve sons: The sons of Leah: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reuben the firstborn&lt;/span&gt; of Jacob, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar and Zebulun. The sons of Rachel: Joseph and Benjamin. The sons of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel's maidservant Bilhah&lt;/span&gt;: Dan and Naphtali. The sons of Leah's maidservant Zilpah: Gad and Asher. These were the sons of Jacob, who were born to him in Paddan Aram." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consider the grief each person felt at Rachel's loss. Jacob had loved Rachel since the moment he saw her, and imagine Bilhah's grief at the death of her lifelong mistress. Rather than making camp at Ephrath (Bethlehem), Jacob pressed on, moving his family during their grief. Consider this. Would Reuben have slept with Bilhah if Jacob's clan had settled in Bethel as God commanded? Of course, we cannot know the exact circumstances that drew Reuben and Bilhah together, and they are responsible before God for their choice to sin; however, did Jacob's disobedience play a part in their liaison? Maybe Bilhah was despondent at Rachel's death and Jacob, because of his own grief, was insensitive to the needs of others. Perhaps Reuben had simply meant to comfort Bilhah, or maybe as Jacob's firstborn, Reuben saw the opportunity to gain MORE than the firstborn's share and take his father's wife. Sometimes one decision sets into motion a series of dire consequences. Notice Scripture records nothing of Jacob's reaction to the news of Reuben's infidelity. Only a recounting of Jacob's children punctuates the scene, affirming that his family remains – hurting and broken as it was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:27-29&lt;/span&gt; – "Jacob came home to his father Isaac in Mamre, near Kiriath Arba (that is, Hebron), where Abraham and Isaac had stayed. Isaac lived a hundred and eighty years. Then he breathed his last and died and was gathered to his people, old and full of years. And his sons Esau and Jacob buried him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems Jacob's search for MORE finally ended when he arrived at his father's side. But his satisfaction was fleeting. Isaac died shortly after Jacob arrived and left him face-to-face with his brother, Esau. Jacob had twelve sons, three wives and the wealth of his household, but at what cost? His father was gone, his beloved Rachel dead, and the brother he had deceived repeatedly stared at him over their father's grave. What MORE could fill Jacob's heart now? Where did he turn to seek new hope for the rest of his days? The desire for MORE must be focused beyond the temporal things of this world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I yearn and search for MORE, and then when I reach the goal – it often feels hollow or only satisfies for a short time. Teach me the contentment of obedience, the utter satisfaction of living in perfect harmony with Your desire for me. Teach me to be still when You ask me to settle and to step out when you call me to action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-6369367830062523831?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6369367830062523831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=6369367830062523831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6369367830062523831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6369367830062523831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/09/searching-for-more.html' title='SEARCHING FOR MORE'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TJfUGU3sO3I/AAAAAAAABQk/wnc6C4T66ms/s72-c/HPIM2461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-6149079983634172824</id><published>2010-09-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:18:07.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie Leon'/><title type='text'>Touching the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI_SdbcgSFI/AAAAAAAABQc/yXp6qdI-_bw/s1600/touchingtheclouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI_SdbcgSFI/AAAAAAAABQc/yXp6qdI-_bw/s400/touchingtheclouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516859471577499730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first met author Bonnie Leon when she taught a workshop on "Plotting Your Novel" at our Portland chapter of ACFW. I was so impressed with her knowledge and ability to communicate what she knew that I sent a "thank you" to this multi-published author. Within hours she replied in her sweet, humble way; and I discovered a kindred spirit in the woman behind the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie, like myself, was introduced to her writing career by adversity. After an auto accident, she found herself unable to return to her "normal" life and instead entered the writing world as an outlet to glorify God with her gifts and talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bonnie's most recent book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touching the Clouds &lt;/span&gt;is the first in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alaskan Skies &lt;/span&gt;series. I've always been intrigued by Alaska and hoped to explore the beautiful 49th state on a cruise ship. However, Bonnie's vivid description of both the scenery and characters in Alaska's mid-1930's territory gave me a glimpse almost as real as being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story, Kate Evans is an adventurous and independent young woman with a  pioneering spirit. When she leaves her home in Washington State to  follow her dream of being an Alaskan bush pilot, she knows it will be an  uphill battle. But she never expected it to be quite like this. As the  lone woman in a man’s world, she finds that contending with people’s  expectations is almost as treacherous as navigating the wild arctic  storms. When she crosses paths with a mysterious man living alone  in the forbidding wilderness, she faces a new challenge. Can Kate break  through the walls he has put up around his heart? And will fear keep  her from realizing her dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touching the Clouds&lt;/i&gt; will  draw you into the characters' lives amid the stunning  backdrop of the Alaskan wilds. If you're looking for an enjoyable historical novel, Bonnie's new offering is a great place to search!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-6149079983634172824?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6149079983634172824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=6149079983634172824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6149079983634172824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6149079983634172824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/09/touching-clouds.html' title='Touching the Clouds'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI_SdbcgSFI/AAAAAAAABQc/yXp6qdI-_bw/s72-c/touchingtheclouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5316353869107115855</id><published>2010-09-13T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:07:06.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>A WOVEN MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI66lhuDAAI/AAAAAAAABQM/_1GNkGLvftQ/s1600/HPIM2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI66lhuDAAI/AAAAAAAABQM/_1GNkGLvftQ/s320/HPIM2490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516551747444867074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's sort of like déjà vu – but different. A woven moment occurs when events from your past converge in a single moment, weaving together an indelible new moment. Woven moments often happen during landmark events in our lives: weddings, funerals, reunions of all sorts. In the weeks and months leading up to our daughter's recent wedding, I experienced many woven moments, but one stands apart. One evening when Emily was home from college on Christmas break, we unearthed my twenty-six year-old wedding gown, broke open the sealed package, and she tried it on. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. It was a woven moment. Memories of her dad's and my wedding bombarded me. And then I saw our little girl on her first day of kindergarten, her golden curls bouncing as she ran down the stairs with her sister. Then came those difficult teen years, rushing back in a cacophony of victory as I watched the love of Jesus now sparkle in her eyes. This new moment, forever etched in my mind, standing in my wedding gown. (A perfect fit, BTW – was I ever really that skinny?) Woven moments are most incredible because they aren't simply a one-time stitch – they're a lifetime tapestry. Less than six months later, I was blessed with another woven moment. My husband walked our daughter down a grassy aisle in her own wedding gown, a new moment added to the events that will weave into the next and next and next tapestry we share. God allows us to experience a little bit of Jacob's tapestry, Jacob‟s woven moments on his way to Bethel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:1-3&lt;/span&gt; – “Then God said to Jacob, 'Go up to Bethel and settle there, and build an altar there to God, who appeared to you when you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fleeing from your brother Esau&lt;/span&gt;.' So Jacob said to his household and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all who were with him&lt;/span&gt;, 'Get rid of the foreign gods you have with you, and purify yourselves and change your clothes. Then come, let us go up to Bethel, where I will build an altar to God, who answered me in the day of my distress and who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has been with me &lt;/span&gt;wherever I have gone.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob is terrified that his sons' rash attack on Shechem will bring vengeance from the Canaanites – just as he feared Esau‟s vengeance 20+ years ago. Notice that Jacob addressed “his household” and “all who were with him.” He was staring into the faces of the Shechemite women and children that his sons took captive. His deceitful history and his sons‟ sins stared back at him. But he CHOSE to focus on God's promise rather than his own fear or failure. His woven moment is one of purposely, consciously remembering God's faithfulness and moving forward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:4-8&lt;/span&gt; – “So they gave Jacob &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the foreign gods&lt;/span&gt; they had and the rings in their ears, and Jacob buried them under the oak at Shechem. Then they set out, and the terror of God fell upon the towns all around them so that no one pursued them. Jacob and all the people with him came to Luz (that is, Bethel) in the land of Canaan. There he built an altar, and he called the place El Bethel, because it was there that God revealed himself to him when he was fleeing from his brother. Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deborah, Rebekah’s nurse, died&lt;/span&gt; and was buried under the oak below Bethel. So it was named Allon Bacuth.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surely, in this collecting of ALL foreign gods, Rachel surrendered the household gods she had stolen from her father, Laban (Gen. 31:34). Was this the first Jacob knew of Rachel's thievery or idolatry? How would Rachel have felt about giving up the idols? Did it put a wedge between her and Jacob? Soon after arriving in Bethel, Jacob buried the woman who would have been his wet-nurse, Deborah – another strong female relationship in his life…strong enough to mention in the biblical record. Both the idols and Deborah were buried under oak trees. Though a spiritual victory for God at Shechem – overcoming idolatry – the personal turmoil for Jacob may have caused a few knots in this woven moment. Sometimes the best strategy for knot removal is simply to submit to the Master Weaver's hands and wait. Woven moments aren't always free of snags, but they can all be made beautiful by the Master.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:9-10&lt;/span&gt; – “After Jacob returned from Paddan Aram, God appeared to him again and blessed him. God said to him, 'Your name is Jacob, but you will no longer be called Jacob; your name will be Israel.' So he named him Israel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God reminds Jacob that he is named, “Struggles with God.” Why? My guess is: Because Jacob was struggling with God. Let's face it, life's been hard. Dinah was raped. His sons just killed and captured an entire city of innocent people. And then Jacob's mother-figure (Deborah) died. Wouldn't you be struggling with God? So in this woven moment, God calls Jacob to recall the wrestling match on the riverbank of the Jabbok. And with the memory of struggle came a renewed assurance of blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 35:11-15&lt;/span&gt; – “And God said to him, 'I am God Almighty; be fruitful and increase in number. A nation and a community of nations will come from you, and kings will come from your body. The land I gave to Abraham and Isaac I also give to you, and I will give this land to your descendants after you.' Then God went up from him at the place where he had talked with him. Jacob set up a stone pillar at the place where God had talked with him, and he poured out a drink offering on it; he also poured oil on it. Jacob called the place where God had talked with him Bethel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times had Jacob heard his Grandfather Abraham tell the story of God's promise and calling? How many times had Isaac told Jacob of the Land promised to his descendants? Now, the same Almighty God speaks into this woven moment, a tapestry of history with a legacy that will stretch into eternity. The newly named Israel is forever woven into the fabric of his forefathers, the Promised Land and God's story. Just as we are woven into our own stories of family, experience and God's plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, open my eyes to more woven moments so I can appreciate the Weaver's Hand. I want to hear Your voice and feel the assurance of your direction as Jacob did. Show me the past events that weave together my current moments into the delicate future You have so carefully planned for me. I want to walk in the beauty of Your very best, Father. Only Your best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5316353869107115855?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5316353869107115855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5316353869107115855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5316353869107115855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5316353869107115855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/09/woven-moment.html' title='A WOVEN MOMENT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TI66lhuDAAI/AAAAAAAABQM/_1GNkGLvftQ/s72-c/HPIM2490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2395811993119878959</id><published>2010-09-06T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:22:19.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shechem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><title type='text'>MOTIVES OF THE HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TIVLbUYgyGI/AAAAAAAABP8/rfCKlxyArsw/s1600/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TIVLbUYgyGI/AAAAAAAABP8/rfCKlxyArsw/s320/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513896251485112418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motives are tricky business. Some are quite clear from the beginning. When we were driving our mega-cross-country trip from Washington to Indiana and back again, I would often turn to my husband in near panic and say, “Honey, we need to stop at the next gas station.” He, of course, assumed my morning coffee or afternoon tea needed an escape route. By the third day of this assumption, however, he discovered that coffee and tea weren't always my motivation. Each time I stepped through those convenience store doors with a sleeve of powdered-sugar donuts, he grew more suspicious of my bladder. Once, he even tried to stop at a rest area! Heaven forbid! Their snack machines NEVER have PSD's (powdered-sugar donuts – for those of you non-experts in Dolly Madison snacks). Thus began the challenge of motives. Was my plea to pee pure or a ploy for PSD's? Now, don't poo-poo our perplexing problem. One wrong judgment of my motive, and we could have quite a poo-poo problem. Fortunately, my dear husband is gracious and patient with my tainted motives, but in Jacob's household, motives of the heart were revealed only through tragedy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:13-17&lt;/span&gt; – “Because their sister Dinah had been defiled, Jacob's sons replied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deceitfully &lt;/span&gt;as they spoke to Shechem and his father Hamor. They said to them, 'We can't do such a thing; we can't give our sister to a man who is not circumcised. That would be a disgrace to us. We will give our consent to you on one condition only: that you become like us by circumcising all your males. Then we will give you our daughters and take your daughters for ourselves. We'll settle among you and become one people with you. But if you will not agree to be circumcised, we'll take our sister and go.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob, the man whose name meant “deceiver,” allows his sons to bargain deceitfully. The author of Genesis leaves no doubt that their motivation was deceit, and I don't think they ever intended for their wild demand to be accepted by the Shechemites. But what happens when your motivation is trickery – and then it backfires…and puts you in the tight spot instead? Where do you land spiritually after that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:18-24&lt;/span&gt; – “Their proposal seemed good to Hamor and his son Shechem. The young man, who was the most honored of all his father's household, lost no time in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;what they said, because he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delighted &lt;/span&gt;with Jacob's daughter. So Hamor and his son Shechem went to the gate of their city to speak to their fellow townsmen. 'These men are friendly toward us,' they said. 'Let them live in our land and trade in it; the land has plenty of room for them. We can marry their daughters and they can marry ours. But the men will consent to live with us as one people only on the condition that our males be circumcised, as they themselves are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won’t their livestock, their property and all their other animals become ours&lt;/span&gt;? So let us give our consent to them, and they will settle among us.' All the men who went out of the city gate agreed with Hamor and his son Shechem, and every male in the city was circumcised.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the order of events in these verses, it sounds as if Shechem rushed home from Jacob's tent, was circumcised, and then took his trophy to the city gate and said, “See fellas! It ain't so bad!” Again, the author of Genesis tells us the motivation – Shechem was DELIGHTED with Dinah. But Hamor and Shechem were motivated by something different altogether – GREED – to convince the men of Shechem to submit to circumcision (“Won't their livestock, etc.…become ours”). Don't just skim over this. Circumcision is common in our culture, but in the land of Canaan, it was a strange mutilation of manhood. Jacob must have had considerable wealth in order to persuade a whole city of men to succumb to such a delicate procedure. Greed is a powerful and insidious motivator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:25-31&lt;/span&gt; – “Three days later, while all of them were still in pain, two of Jacob's sons, Simeon and Levi, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinah’s brothers&lt;/span&gt;, took their swords and attacked the unsuspecting city, killing every male. They put Hamor and his son Shechem to the sword and took Dinah from Shechem's house and left. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sons of Jacob&lt;/span&gt; came upon the dead bodies and looted the city where their sister had been defiled. They seized their flocks and herds and donkeys and everything else of theirs in the city and out in the fields. They carried off all their wealth and all their women and children, taking as plunder everything in the houses. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob said to Simeon and Levi&lt;/span&gt;, 'You have brought trouble on me by making me a stench to the Canaanites and Perizzites, the people living in this land. We are few in number, and if they join forces against me and attack me, I and my household will be destroyed.' But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they replied&lt;/span&gt;, 'Should he have treated our sister like a prostitute?'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Known for murdering the whole town of unsuspecting Shechemite men, Simeon's and Levi's REVENGE for their full sister, Dinah (from the same mother, Leah) is legendary. But what about the other “sons of Jacob,” who went to Shechem after the killing spree to plunder the town and take captive the women and children? Are they less wicked because their deeds were motivated by GREED or LUST? And what about Jacob? He chastised only Leah's murderous sons, his only motivation seemed to be SELF-PRESERVATION – which isn't a bad thing…except when he shows no concern at all for his daughter or the dead Shechemites. Imagine if Simeon and Levi were the only ones with impure motives – imagine if Jacob's motives and those of his other sons' would have been righteous and repentant. How different could this event have been?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, it is often in the fire of tragedy that all pretense is burned away and true motives come to light. Please, Father, purify my motives BEFORE the tragedy comes. Reveal where I have less than a clean heart, and by Your grace and mercy, help me to make the necessary decisions to change my heart and become a good and godly example for You on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2395811993119878959?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2395811993119878959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2395811993119878959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2395811993119878959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2395811993119878959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/09/motives-of-heart.html' title='MOTIVES OF THE HEART'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TIVLbUYgyGI/AAAAAAAABP8/rfCKlxyArsw/s72-c/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4769606811628557120</id><published>2010-08-30T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:23:59.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shechem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>PUTTING THE CART BEFORE THE HORSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THwCqfdwhLI/AAAAAAAABP0/FZ_O2homa_g/s1600/Princess+with+Roy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THwCqfdwhLI/AAAAAAAABP0/FZ_O2homa_g/s320/Princess+with+Roy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282973018719410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband and I are perfect for each other. He's a slow starter but a diligent finisher, while I start quick but struggle to finish. You can guess the positives and negatives of such a marriage. I think he over-thinks a project before he starts, and he thinks I put the cart before the horse – starting before I know how I'll finish. One of the best examples of my cart-horse problem is our dog history. Our first dog's name was "Hondo" – a puppy we picked up at a "Free Puppies" sign when Trina was just a toddler. It was at best a whim, at worst a disaster. We really had no idea how to care for a dog, nor did we have a particularly good plan for where we would house it in our backyard. Let me just say, it didn't end well. Fast forward five years. We're older and more responsible, and I think Trina needs a puppy for her birthday. This time, we decide it should be a house-dog. No outdoor provisions necessary, right? We bopped over to the Humane Society and got a puppy. Did we consider that Roy's job was unsettled? Or the fact that puppies are expensive, and we could barely feed ourselves? Two months later we moved to Ohio for seminary and couldn't find housing that allowed pets. Ugh. Again – cart before the horse. Fast forward five more years. Our girls begged for a dog, but I stood firm in my miserable memories. No way. No more gut-wrenching, heart-rending dog deals. This time my diligent, contemplative husband overruled my party-pooper attitude and started aligning the cart BEHIND the horse. Our family spent a month researching the best breeds for house-dogs. For another month we prayed about it. Soon after, we received a phone call from a friend, saying she knew of a dog (the exact breed we wanted) who needed a good home. We spent another month adding a dog run with a doggy door to our home. It was excruciating to wait for that stinking cart to line-up behind the proverbial horse! But when we finally picked up our sheltie, Princess, she was the greatest dog we could have imagined. Sometimes the order of events makes all the difference between success and failure – and in Shechem's case – the difference between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:1-4&lt;/span&gt; – "Now Dinah, the daughter Leah had borne to Jacob, went out to visit the women of the land. When Shechem son of Hamor the Hivite, the ruler of that area, saw her, he took her and violated her. His heart was drawn to Dinah daughter of Jacob, and he loved the girl and spoke tenderly to her. And Shechem said to his father Hamor, 'Get me this girl as my wife.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shechem PUT HIS DESIRE BEFORE HONOR. Few people think of Shechem's love or tenderness toward Dinah. They think only of his violation of her. Since Shechem asked his father to get Dinah as his wife after he'd already taken her, the request lost some of its fervor. A desire fulfilled has no right to plead. Part of maintaining honor is maintaining desire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:5-7&lt;/span&gt; – ―When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob heard&lt;/span&gt; that his daughter Dinah had been defiled, his sons were in the fields with his livestock; so he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept quiet about it&lt;/span&gt; until they came home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;Shechem's father Hamor went out to talk with Jacob. Now Jacob's sons had come in from the fields as soon as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they heard&lt;/span&gt; what had happened. They were filled with grief and fury, because Shechem had done a disgraceful thing in Israel by lying with Jacob's daughter—a thing that should not be done." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These men PUT GOSSIP BEFORE THE HARD TRUTH. Poor Jacob heard about his daughter's defilement before Shechem or his father had the decency to tell him face-to-face. However, instead of sending someone to the fields to inform Dinah's brothers – to spare them from hearing tongues wag the same way he had – Jacob waited. Did he suspect they'd hear the shepherd's gossip? When a hard circumstance presents itself, it's far better to confront the matter than to allow gossip and assumption to sprout half-truths and rampant anger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:8-10&lt;/span&gt; – ―But Hamor said to them, "My son Shechem has his heart set on your daughter. Please give her to him as his wife. Intermarry with us; give us your daughters and take our daughters for yourselves. You can settle among us; the land is open to you. Live in it, trade in it, and acquire property in it.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamor PUT HIS PROMISE BEFORE OTHERS' PERMISSION. Granted, he was king, but later we see he had to get approval from the elders at the gate for circumcision. Did he really have the authority to promise marriage, trade and property to Jacob and his family without the Shechemites' consent? How many times have I volunteered my husband or kids for a task or duty without clearing it with them first. Once is too many times in their opinions!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 34:11-12 &lt;/span&gt;– "Then Shechem said to Dinah's father and brothers, 'Let me find favor in your eyes, and I will give you whatever you ask. Make the price for the bride and the gift I am to bring as great as you like, and I'll pay whatever you ask me. Only give me the girl as my wife.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shechem TOOK POSSESSION BEFORE HE ASKED FOR OWNERSHIP. Asking for what he'd already taken was an insult to Jacob – especially when the stolen treasure was now defiled, as Jacob felt Dinah was. Shechem placed Jacob (and Dinah) in a no win situation – because no price can pay the debt of humiliation. It can be as simple as borrowing a shirt or cup of sugar without asking. The point is – respect dictates permission before we take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I think in each of these "cart before the horse" cases, respect would have saved the day. Hamor's respect for Dinah, various individuals' respect after a grievous act, a king's respect for his subjects, an interloper's respect for a father's heart. Too often I get caught up in ME and MY MOMENT, and it blinds me to the responsibility I have to put someone else's horse before my cart. Teach me not only to do right things but also to do them in the right way and right order – in ways that bring You glory and represent You well on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4769606811628557120?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4769606811628557120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4769606811628557120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4769606811628557120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4769606811628557120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/08/putting-cart-before-horse.html' title='PUTTING THE CART BEFORE THE HORSE'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THwCqfdwhLI/AAAAAAAABP0/FZ_O2homa_g/s72-c/Princess+with+Roy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-7385681914840666862</id><published>2010-08-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:44:08.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><title type='text'>TEACHING AN OLD DOG…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THKuC_aY3yI/AAAAAAAABPs/94YJf7A7EsY/s1600/ROYALETTES+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THKuC_aY3yI/AAAAAAAABPs/94YJf7A7EsY/s400/ROYALETTES+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508656660632624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be pretty hard on those old fogeys that hated change. Now that I'm one of them, I think us old fogeys are brilliant, and change is over-rated. Perhaps I don't quite qualify for old fogey status yet, but I have noticed that change is becoming more difficult. I like what I like. Why? Because I like it. It's taken me over four decades to arrive at the me I am, so don't mess with the masterpiece! Well, the masterpiece of 'me' is more like a finger-painting on a paper plate, so I suppose a little change wouldn't be a bad idea. And let's face it. We all MUST change – whether we like it or not. Check out a picture of yourself ten years ago. 'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently enjoyed a visit with a high school friend and her husband. This friend was very quiet when we were in school, while Roy and I were quite out-going. Della was a timid girl but very cute. She was a part of the dance team in high school; however, she seldom interacted much in social circles. Roy was the typical star athlete – football quarterback, basketball scoring guard and ornery to the core. I was active in lots of clubs and activities and joined the dance team my senior year. Della and I grew to be good friends our freshman year of college, when we were roommates at the University of Dayton, but we lost touch after she was a bridesmaid in our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twenty years, Della found me on the internet in 2005, and we've kept in touch since. During our recent visit, we talked about how each of us has changed. She's now the effervescent, bubbly, life of the party; while Roy and I would rather sit in a corner at a party. Life changes us. Age changes us. God changes us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 33:1-3&lt;/span&gt; – "Jacob looked up and there was Esau, coming with his four hundred men; so he divided the children among Leah, Rachel and the two maidservants. He put the maidservants and their children in front, Leah and her children next, and Rachel and Joseph in the rear. He himself went on ahead and bowed down to the ground &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven times&lt;/span&gt; as he approached his brother." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number seven is oftentimes used as a symbol of completeness in Scripture. Jacob bows seven times to signify his complete submission to Esau after all these years. Parading his wives showed his complete vulnerability, and the extravagant offerings of gifts displayed his complete commitment to repentance. Humble, vulnerable, repentant – this seemed to be a different Jacob than the man who stole Esau's blessing from their blind father twenty years ago. But would time prove the changes that fear began?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 33:4-7 &lt;/span&gt;– "But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esau ran&lt;/span&gt; to meet Jacob and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embraced &lt;/span&gt;him; he threw his arms around his neck and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed &lt;/span&gt;him. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they wept&lt;/span&gt;. Then Esau looked up and saw the women and children. 'Who are these with you?' he asked. Jacob answered, 'They are the children God has graciously given your servant.' Then the maidservants and their children approached and bowed down. Next, Leah and her children came and bowed down. Last of all came Joseph and Rachel, and they too bowed down." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only did we see big changes in Jacob, but now Esau shows some MAJOR softening during the past twenty years. He ran to Jacob, welcoming him with hugs, kisses and tears – a far cry from threatening to kill Jacob, which was the reason Jacob fled to Uncle Laban in Haran. Can people really change so drastically in twenty years? Did Jacob gauge Esau's honesty according to his own? We must walk a fine line between shrewdness and cynicism as we are exposed to more disappointment in our lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 33:8-11&lt;/span&gt; - "Esau asked, 'What do you mean by all these droves I met?'&lt;br /&gt;'To find favor in your eyes, my lord,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;But Esau said, 'I already have plenty, my brother. Keep what you have for yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;'No, please!' said Jacob. 'If I have found favor in your eyes, accept this gift from me. For to see your face is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like seeing the face of God,&lt;/span&gt; now that you have received me favorably. Please accept the present that was brought to you, for God has been gracious to me and I have all I need.'&lt;br /&gt;And because Jacob insisted, Esau accepted it." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob says seeing Esau's face is like Peniel – the face of God. He's remembering his wrestling match as he stands in the safety of his brother's presence and God's shadow. This, too, is a change in Jacob – to praise God's presence and power in the midst of the circumstance – not taking credit himself or ascribing success to an old wives' tale (as he did with the striped wood shavings in the water troughs).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 33:12-17&lt;/span&gt; – "Then Esau said, 'Let us be on our way; I'll accompany you.'&lt;br /&gt;But Jacob said to him, 'My lord knows that the children are tender and that I must care for the ewes and cows that are nursing their young. If they are driven hard just one day, all the animals will die. So let my lord go on ahead of his servant, while I move along slowly at the pace of the droves before me and that of the children, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until I come to my lord in Seir&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;Esau said, 'Then let me leave some of my men with you.'&lt;br /&gt;'But why do that?' Jacob asked. 'Just let me find favor in the eyes of my lord.'&lt;br /&gt;So that day Esau started on his way back to Seir. Jacob, however, went to Succoth, where he built a place for himself and made shelters for his livestock. That is why the place is called Succoth." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob said he planned to go to Seir, but the excuses he offered Esau and the shelters he built in Succoth testify against his empty promises. If Jacob intended to follow God's command, he had to go to Canaan, not Seir; but how could he tell his brother Esau (and the army of 400 men) that he wasn't going to Seir? Well, it's called trusting God to work out the plan He has ordained for your life… But Jacob, the deceiver, had evidently NOT changed as much as his groveling, gifts and gushing might have suggested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 33:18-20&lt;/span&gt; – "After Jacob came from Paddan Aram, he arrived safely at the city of Shechem in Canaan and camped within sight of the city. For a hundred pieces of silver, he bought from the sons of Hamor, the father of Shechem, the plot of ground where he pitched his tent. There he set up an altar and called it El Elohe Israel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though Jacob lied to his brother, he has obeyed God and arrived in the land of Canaan, purchasing the first of his inheritance. Displaying some positive change, Jacob builds yet another altar and reveals a little of his heart in its name – El Elohe Israel – "Mighty is the God of Israel" or "Mighty is the God of he who struggles with God." I love the name of this altar because it depicts so well Jacob's inner battle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I, too, struggle with You – but I'm so thankful You're MIGHTIER than my struggles! No matter how many times I stumble back into old habits or sins, Your mighty arms lift me up and drag me back to repentance. I praise You, Mighty God, for the struggles of life because they're forming me into Your image. Life is change, and You are the only thing in my life that will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-7385681914840666862?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7385681914840666862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=7385681914840666862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7385681914840666862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7385681914840666862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/08/teaching-old-dog.html' title='TEACHING AN OLD DOG…'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/THKuC_aY3yI/AAAAAAAABPs/94YJf7A7EsY/s72-c/ROYALETTES+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2569471534515336072</id><published>2010-08-16T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:20:25.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><title type='text'>A LONG NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TGl-Bff5l0I/AAAAAAAABPc/RIQCfpjlO68/s1600/WELCOME+HOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TGl-Bff5l0I/AAAAAAAABPc/RIQCfpjlO68/s320/WELCOME+HOME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506070583537407810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you do when you can't sleep? Count sheep? Drink warm milk or a glass of wine? I take an Ambien, and I'm out in thirty minutes. But my husband lays awake and thinks – and he's had some of his greatest revelations during those long nights. When we were looking for a house in Washington, we'd decided to offer on a certain place because we thought its driveway was large enough to park my father-in-law's RV. The night before submitting our offer, Roy couldn't sleep. He rehearsed the fifty houses we had visited during the week, and something about this house didn't feel right. He got up while it was still dark, took his tape-measurer, drove to the location and re-measured the driveway. Sure enough, we'd forgotten to include a crucial part of the measurement. We offered on our current home instead and have been thrilled with the decision. It would require more than my fingers and toes to count the times my husband has wrestled with a difficult issue during the night and arrived at a brilliant solution! Perhaps it's his competitive nature that compels him to fight through the exhaustion and find resolution. I simply get frustrated and reach for the sleeping aid! Not so with the determined man in my life. Not so with Jacob…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:22-24 &lt;/span&gt;– “That night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob got up&lt;/span&gt; and took his two wives, his two maidservants and his eleven sons and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. After he had sent them across the stream, he sent over all his possessions. So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“…Jacob got up…” would seem to imply that Jacob rousted his family out of bed to send them across the river. Why? Knowing his brother Esau was already on his way to meet him with 400 men, Jacob placed his wife, kids and possessions as a buffer between them. I think there is a line between fear and cowardice…and Jacob crossed it. Fear often reveals the deeper character, hidden by a master of deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:25-26&lt;/span&gt; – “When he saw that he had not prevailed against him, he touched the socket of his thigh; so the socket of Jacob's thigh was dislocated while he wrestled with him. Then he said, 'Let me go, for the dawn is breaking.‟ But he said, „I will not let you go unless you bless me.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many of us are quite capable of making good decisions and conceiving viable life plans. We are strong mentally, physically and/or emotionally and feel as though we handle life extremely well without a Savior. God must occasionally cripple our strong area in order to reveal His power in our weakness. Because our Heavenly Father knows each one of His children intimately well, He knows where, when and to what degree to “touch” each one in order to test and refine us. Our job is to keep wrestling until the blessing comes - not begrudging God the methods of blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:27-29&lt;/span&gt; – “The man asked him, 'What is your name?'&lt;br /&gt;'Jacob,' he answered.&lt;br /&gt;Then the man said, 'Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with men &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and have overcome&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;Jacob said, 'Please tell me your name.'&lt;br /&gt;But he replied, 'Why do you ask my name?' Then he blessed him there.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love God's questions in Scripture! He never asks because He needs information. He asks because He wants the person being questioned to THINK! In the ancient Middle East, a person's name embodied that individual's character. So, when God asked Jacob his name and Jacob said – “Yaakov” (deceiver, one who “grasps the heel”) – Jacob confessed a lifetime of deception. But here's the precious part. God renamed him “struggles with God” – not just because Jacob and his descendants would forever struggle with Him – but because Jacob had struggled and OVERCOME God. One commentator observed, “When you battle with God, you only win by losing and by not giving up until you know you have lost. This is how Jacob prevailed.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:30-32&lt;/span&gt; – “So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, 'It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.' The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip. Therefore to this day the Israelites do not eat the tendon attached to the socket of the hip, because the socket of Jacob's hip was touched near the tendon.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can learn two very important lessons from Jacob's wrestling match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrestling with God can be a very LONG process – they began wrestling at night, but “the sun rose above him” by the time the match was over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both God's “touch” and His blessings can cause permanent change – Jewish tradition tells us that Jacob limped for the rest of his life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Lord, fear drove Jacob to this wrestling match, but I wrestle with You for infinite reasons. Fear, control, doubt – or simply, ugly rebellion. Perhaps the secret to less wrestling and enduring blessing is to prevail over You by submitting to You sooner! Let it be so, Lord. Let it be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2569471534515336072?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2569471534515336072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2569471534515336072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2569471534515336072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2569471534515336072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-night.html' title='A LONG NIGHT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TGl-Bff5l0I/AAAAAAAABPc/RIQCfpjlO68/s72-c/WELCOME+HOME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-8912120797431035185</id><published>2010-08-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:40:29.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><title type='text'>TWO CAMPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFXn-vfNyZI/AAAAAAAABPU/odClPNQRMVk/s1600/SISTERS+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFXn-vfNyZI/AAAAAAAABPU/odClPNQRMVk/s400/SISTERS+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500557584988227986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating Christmas is always more fun when a family gets to watch little kids open gifts. Part of the fun is the unpredictability of their reactions to the gift! When Aunt Lulu giftwraps a hand-knitted purple sweater for little Johnny, his instinctive response is, “Eewww!” Every parent cowers, cringes, cries at the humiliation of a child's transparency. When little Johnny gets a little older, his manners improve; and this time he greets Aunt Lulu's 6-pack of tighty whitey underwear with a droning, “Thank you, Aunt Lulu,” before tossing the package aside and ravenously opening the next gift. Soon, little Johnny has created two piles on Christmas morning: the “Ho-hum, sit in my drawer untouched” pile and the “Woohoo, this is great stuff” pile. I tend to be like little Johnny with God's gifts. Unfortunately, when God piles on the gifts and blessings so regularly, my “Woohoo” factor goes down. It takes bigger and better things to warrant my “Woohoo” pile, and soon my “Ho-hum” pile is mounded with even His most gracious provisions. Jacob had a little “Woohoo” problem when he faced a potential problem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:1-3&lt;/span&gt; – [After God protected Jacob from Laban's wrath] “Jacob also went on his way, and the angels of God met him. When Jacob saw them, he said, 'This is the camp of God!' So he named that place Mahanaim. Jacob sent messengers ahead of him to his brother Esau in the land of Seir, the country of Edom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob had just experienced God's miraculous rescue from his ticked-off father-in-law, and now he sees the supernatural manifestation of God's angels right before his eyes! Woohoo! So what does he do? He names a patch of ground, and then – ho-hum – proceeded with his own plan as though he'd never seen God's power available to him. In which of your piles rests the Cross of Christ and the Holy Spirit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:4-5&lt;/span&gt; – “[Jacob] instructed them: 'This is what you are to say to my master Esau: “Your servant Jacob says, I have been staying with Laban and have remained there till now. I have cattle and donkeys, sheep and goats, menservants and maidservants. Now I am sending this message to my lord, that I may find favor in your eyes.”'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob tried to TALK his way out of trouble. Many of us believe if we can just TALK to or reason with someone, we can work things out. I've heard it said that if I spent as much time talking to God about a certain individual as I spent talking to that individual about God…we'd all be better off. Unfortunately, I seem to think my words are more effective in swaying a heart than my prayers…hmmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:6-8 &lt;/span&gt;– “When the messengers returned to Jacob, they said, 'We went to your brother Esau, and now he is coming to meet you, and four hundred men are with him.' In great fear and distress Jacob divided the people who were with him into two groups,(two camps) and the flocks and herds and camels as well. He thought, 'If Esau comes and attacks one group,(two camps) the group that is left may escape.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob tried to THINK-STRATEGIZE-WORRY his way out of trouble. He used the same word, Mahanaim, to describe the camps he was dividing but didn't include God in either group! How many times do we think, plan and worry – without once including God in the strategy session?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:9-12&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Jacob prayed, 'O God of my father Abraham, God of my father Isaac, O LORD , who said to me, “Go back to your country and your relatives, and I will make you prosper,” I am unworthy of all the kindness and faithfulness you have shown your servant. I had only my staff when I crossed this Jordan, but now I have become two groups. Save me, I pray, from the hand of my brother Esau, for I am afraid he will come and attack me, and also the mothers with their children. But you have said, “I will surely make you prosper and will make your descendants like the sand of the sea, which cannot be counted.”'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob tried to PRAY his way out of trouble. So what's wrong with that? He even prays God's Words back to Him. That sounds like a great idea! Absolutely! But here's the problem. What happens AFTER the prayer? Did Jacob receive peace after the prayer that was accompanied by faith? Were Jacob's next words/actions those of a man trusting God with his future? Was Jacob's prayer a panicked plea from a desperate man or an urgent request from a confident covenant bearer? There is a difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:13-20&lt;/span&gt; – “He spent the night there, and from what he had with him he selected a gift for his brother Esau: two hundred female goats and twenty male goats, two hundred ewes and twenty rams, thirty female camels with their young, forty cows and ten bulls, and twenty female donkeys and ten male donkeys. He put them in the care of his servants, each herd by itself, and said to his servants, 'Go ahead of me, and keep some space between the herds.' He instructed the one in the lead: 'When my brother Esau meets you and asks, “To whom do you belong, and where are you going, and who owns all these animals in front of you?” then you are to say, “They belong to your servant Jacob. They are a gift sent to my lord Esau, and he is coming behind us.”' He also instructed the second, the third and all the others who followed the herds: 'You are to say the same thing to Esau when you meet him. And be sure to say, “Your servant Jacob is coming behind us.”' For he thought, 'I will pacify him with these gifts I am sending on ahead; later, when I see him, perhaps he will receive me.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob tried to BUY his way out of trouble. The last-ditch effort. If the talking, planing and praying didn't work, maybe bribery would speak his brother's language. Call it insurance…or call it doubt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 32:21&lt;/span&gt; – “So Jacob's gifts went on ahead of him, but he himself spent the night in the camp.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob was divided. He was in one camp, his peace offerings in another…Mahanaim…but no angels of God in either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I want You in my undivided camp – You as my power Source. I don't want to spin and toil on my own, after giving You a simple nod and ceremonial thank-You. Let Your presence guide, conquer and bring peace to every circumstance I face. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-8912120797431035185?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8912120797431035185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=8912120797431035185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8912120797431035185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8912120797431035185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-camps.html' title='TWO CAMPS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFXn-vfNyZI/AAAAAAAABPU/odClPNQRMVk/s72-c/SISTERS+%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-40027417306644233</id><published>2010-07-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:21:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEW COOKBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFMxYJGBVZI/AAAAAAAABPM/sq5YZWMRpfc/s1600/marsha+baker+cookbook+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFMxYJGBVZI/AAAAAAAABPM/sq5YZWMRpfc/s400/marsha+baker+cookbook+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499793860777301394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;My precious friend, Marsha Baker, has published her first cookbook. Here's the way she was introduced to me a decade ago during one of my speaking events: This is Marsha...she's a good cook, but a BETTER BAKER! Well, Marsha "good cook, better" Baker certainly lives up to her name and shares some of her fabulous recipes in this first collection of family favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These recipes (300 of them) are  family-friendly, using ingredients most will have on hand.There are also  many tips and tricks to help make life easier for you in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appetizers&lt;/b&gt;....Pumpkin dip, BLT Cherry Tomato Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soups and Salads&lt;/b&gt;...Baked Potato Soup, Cheesey Chicken Chowder, Pink Fluff Salad, Gooey Grapes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vegetables and Side Dishes&lt;/b&gt;...Cottage Potatoes, Microwave Cauliflower and Cheese, Kraut 'n' Beans, Squash Custard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main Dishes&lt;/b&gt;...Easy Bean Stew, Pizza Broiled Sandwiches, Chicken Enchiladas, Creamy Tacos, Chicken Squares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bread and Rolls&lt;/b&gt;...Grainy Wheat Bread, Hawaiian Bread, Poppyseed Bread, Brazilian Puff, Upside Down Pineapple Biscuits, Cream Cheese Coffee Cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desserts&lt;/b&gt;.... Austrian Cream Cheese Bars, Payday Bars, Cream Puff Cake, Butterscotch Apple Cake, Buster Bar Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lighter Choices"&lt;/b&gt;.....Pumpkin Spice Muffins, Chocolate Swirl Cake, Makeover Rhubarb Strawberry Crunch, and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marsha's special touch permeates the collection through favorite personal and family  childhood recollections. She also added  recipe notes so she can be her usual 'chatty self'...and there  are inspirational quotes, too. &lt;br /&gt;(Like....'a single man is incomplete...once he's  married, he's finished') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on how to order "Recipes &amp;amp; Recollections," go to Marsha's blog @ http://www.thebetterbaker.blogspot.com and click on the cookbook icon. Happy cooking!&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-40027417306644233?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/40027417306644233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=40027417306644233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/40027417306644233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/40027417306644233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-new-cookbook.html' title='GREAT NEW COOKBOOK'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TFMxYJGBVZI/AAAAAAAABPM/sq5YZWMRpfc/s72-c/marsha+baker+cookbook+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-528988735324272012</id><published>2010-07-26T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:51:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTING GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TE26-rub3ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/KyE1aWNB-JM/s1600/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TE26-rub3ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/KyE1aWNB-JM/s320/brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498256306141388178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though you won't find this medical term on the illustration at left, I've been blessed with a good "forgetter." I can watch a movie and then watch it again six months later and be just as surprised by the ending. Fabulous. My family could give me the same birthday card each year, and I'd never know it. Hmmm, maybe they've already been doing that. I'll have to start keeping birthday cards in a drawer and checking them. Nope, that won't work. I'll forget where I keep them. A good forgetter is also handy when it comes to relationships. I tend to forgive rather easily. I don't hold grudges for long and it seems my pain from betrayal fades more quickly than others. Why? I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with this good forgetter. (Did I mention that already?) There has been in recent days, however, a painful relationship that became too big for my forgetter to forget. A root of bitterness grew without my awareness or permission and soon bloomed into an ugly weed that affected my other relationships. The Lord took me through a process of tearing down the weeds and living with truths my forgetter must now remember. Jacob endured a similar process of letting go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen 31:38-42 &lt;/span&gt;– “[Jacob said to Laban,] 'I have been with you for twenty years now. Your sheep and goats have not miscarried, nor have I eaten rams from your flocks. I did not bring you animals torn by wild beasts; I bore the loss myself. And you demanded payment from me for whatever was stolen by day or night. This was my situation: The heat consumed me in the daytime and the cold at night, and sleep fled from my eyes. It was like this for the twenty years I was in your household. I worked for you fourteen years for your two daughters and six years for your flocks, and you changed my wages ten times. If the God of my father, the God of Abraham and the Fear of Isaac, had not been with me, you would surely have sent me away empty-handed. But God has seen my hardship and the toil of my hands, and last night he rebuked you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we've been hurt deeply over time, the first step is to confront the one who offended us. Tell the person WHY we're angry, HOW their actions hurt you, WHEN it happened. Being specific about the pain forces us to examine our hearts and gives the offender concrete examples of their fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:43-45&lt;/span&gt; – “Laban answered Jacob, 'The women are my daughters, the children are my children, and the flocks are my flocks. All you see is mine. Yet what can I do today about these daughters of mine, or about the children they have borne? Come now, let's make a covenant, you and I, and let it serve as a witness between us.' So Jacob took a stone and set it up as a pillar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did Jacob agree that the women, children and flocks belonged to Laban? Absolutely not. However, Jacob had argued and bargained with his father-in-law enough to know that he wasn't going to change his mind with more words. At some point we must agree to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:46-47&lt;/span&gt; – “[Jacob] said to his relatives, 'Gather some stones.' So they took stones and piled them in a heap, and they ate there by the heap. Laban called it Jegar Sahadutha, and Jacob called it Galeed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These men couldn't even agree on which language to use in naming the altar! Laban used Aramaic and Jacob used Hebrew to name it, “witness heap.” However, Jacob called on his relatives as witnesses (no doubt his wives – Laban‟s daughters) to both support and hold accountable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:48-50 &lt;/span&gt;– “Laban said, 'This heap is a witness between you and me today.' That is why it was called Galeed. It was also called Mizpah, because he said, 'May the LORD keep watch between you and me when we are away from each other. If you mistreat my daughters or if you take any wives besides my daughters, even though no one is with us, remember that God is a witness between you and me.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The men recognized that God was watching and aware of the end of this long struggle between them. I believe it must have given them power, confidence and freedom to move forward, knowing the God of Creation witnessed the severing of the relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:51-55 &lt;/span&gt;– “Laban also said to Jacob, 'Here is this heap, and here is this pillar I have set up between you and me. This heap is a witness, and this pillar is a witness, that I will not go past this heap to your side to harm you and that you will not go past this heap and pillar to my side to harm me. May the God of Abraham and the God of Nahor, the God of their father, judge between us.' So Jacob took an oath in the name of the Fear of his father Isaac. He offered a sacrifice there in the hill country and invited his relatives to a meal. After they had eaten, they spent the night there. Early the next morning Laban kissed his grandchildren and his daughters and blessed them. Then he left and returned home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the final good-bye, its helpful to agree on the terms of future relationship – when possible. Agree to boundaries, and agree to cause no more intentional pain. We often believe the lie that success in relationship is defined only by reconciliation. Not so. Sometimes God's greatest work happens in the heart of one who can walk away in peace – and let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, redefine my image of success in relationship. I'm so bent on being a peacemaker that I often sacrifice honesty and bury my pain. Teach me the art of ending a relationship well – to say what should be said and create boundaries that promote lasting peace – within and without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-528988735324272012?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/528988735324272012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=528988735324272012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/528988735324272012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/528988735324272012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/07/letting-go.html' title='LETTING GO'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TE26-rub3ZI/AAAAAAAABPE/KyE1aWNB-JM/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4379540442024388231</id><published>2010-07-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:26:12.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laban'/><title type='text'>IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TESjeYWEwMI/AAAAAAAABO8/jF41JWdW-3U/s1600/roy+and+i+at+july4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TESjeYWEwMI/AAAAAAAABO8/jF41JWdW-3U/s320/roy+and+i+at+july4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495697187625287874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever wondered how you would respond in an emergency? Maybe you've already been tested in some way, put through the ringer when pressures were high. I often think of stories like Anne Frank and Corrie ten Boom, kept hidden from Nazis by those who were willing – and able – to calmly lie when tensions soared. But my greatest fear is this. Can I tell the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth &lt;/span&gt;when tensions are high? So far, I've noticed my first instinct is to lie. Ugh. A telemarketer calls, and asks if I have a moment to talk. I say, “No, I'm getting ready to walk out the door.” Does it matter that my appointment isn't for 2 hours? Okay, that's not an emergency, but my first inclination is still to lie. How about this…my husband was checking the water valve connection behind the refrigerator. He asked me to help him slide the frig. back into place, but first, he needed to check that the water hose wasn't kinked. He bent down, and I pushed ever-so-slightly against the frig. to see how heavy it was. The stupid thing moved, and Roy jerked his hand away from the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you moving the refrigerator?” he yelled. “My hand was back there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate answer? “No! Of course, not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think about it. How else did the frig. move? We're the only two people in the stinkin' house! Duh. But I barely touched it, and I didn't know it was on wheels, and it moved less than ¼ inch…but still…I moved it. Ugh. So I had to back-pedal. “Well, yes, actually, I, um, well…” So how do you respond in the heat of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:22-24&lt;/span&gt; – “On the third day Laban was told that Jacob had fled. Taking his relatives with him, he pursued Jacob for seven days and caught up with him in the hill country of Gilead. Then God came to Laban the Aramean in a dream at night and said to him, 'Be careful not to say anything to Jacob, either good or bad.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob with 4 wives and 11 of his own children (not counting servants and their children) covered 300 miles in 10 days. No McDonalds. No Holiday Inns. Tents, campfires, camels, herds and flocks. And it took Laban 7 days to catch them – 7 days of rage building. In the heat of the moment, God stepped in before Laban could harm His chosen Covenant-bearer. Many commentators believe God's direction to “not say anything to Jacob, good or bad” meant that Laban shouldn't try to persuade Jacob to return to Haran using bribery or threats. The important thing is – God isn't limited to speak only to those who serve Him. He can protect His children even from those who don't recognize God as the True God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:25-30 &lt;/span&gt;– “Jacob had pitched his tent in the hill country of Gilead when Laban overtook him, and Laban and his relatives camped there too. Then Laban said to Jacob, 'What have you done? You've&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; deceived me&lt;/span&gt;, and you've carried off my daughters like captives in war. Why did you run off secretly and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deceive me&lt;/span&gt;? Why didn't you tell me, so I could send you away with joy and singing to the music of tambourines and harps? You didn't even let me kiss my grandchildren and my daughters good-by. You have done a foolish thing. I have the power to harm you; but last night the God of your father said to me, “Be careful not to say anything to Jacob, either good or bad.” Now you have gone off because you longed to return to your father's house. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why did you steal my gods&lt;/span&gt;?'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even in the heat of the moment, Laban mixes truth with lies – because deception is mired so deeply into his character. Imagine the highly charged emotions of this scene. Imagine the fear in Jacob and his wives/children. Imagine the anger/frustration in Laban at being duped and then kept from vengeance by a God not even his own. And finally, imagine that the only gods you think you can rely on have just been stolen by the one person who has taken everything else you value.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:31-32&lt;/span&gt; – “Jacob answered Laban, 'I was afraid, because I thought you would take your daughters away from me by force. But if you find anyone who has your gods, he shall not live. In the presence of our relatives, see for yourself whether there is anything of yours here with me; and if so, take it.' Now Jacob did not know that Rachel had stolen the gods.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob was painfully honest in the heat of this moment. Fear was his motivation for their stealth departure. And in his moment of righteousness, he makes a rash promise based in pride…and it could have gotten his most beloved wife killed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:33-35&lt;/span&gt; – “So Laban went into Jacob's tent and into Leah's tent and into the tent of the two maidservants, but he found nothing. After he came out of Leah's tent, he entered Rachel's tent. Now Rachel had taken the household gods and put them inside her camel's saddle and was sitting on them. Laban searched through everything in the tent but found nothing. Rachel said to her father, 'Don't be angry, my lord, that I cannot stand up in your presence; I'm having my period.' So he searched but could not find the household gods.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the heat of the moment, Rachel panicked and lied. Her life depended on it, and she'd seen the deceptive game her father and husband had played for twenty years. Why wouldn't she lie? But does the prevalence of deceit make deceit acceptable?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:36-37 &lt;/span&gt;– “Jacob was angry and took Laban to task. 'What is my crime?' he asked Laban. 'What sin have I committed that you hunt me down? Now that you have searched through all my goods, what have you found that belongs to your household? Put it here in front of your relatives and mine, and let them judge between the two of us.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, Jake. A little over-the-top on the self-righteousness? Aren't you the one that swindled your hungry brother out of his birthright? Aren't you the one that deceived your blind, old dad? And BTW, if Rachel hadn't lied, you'd be digging her grave about now. No matter how righteous we seem to ourselves or others, we are never pure enough to tout our own holiness – not when we serve the Servant Savior, the Almighty God of grace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, my heart, my head and my tongue can run away with me in the heat of the moment. I can say, think, feel and do all sorts of things I'll later regret. Please, Prince of Peace, give me the trueness of spirit to act and react with a steadfastness born of a life lived in Your presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4379540442024388231?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4379540442024388231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4379540442024388231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4379540442024388231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4379540442024388231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-heat-of-moment.html' title='IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TESjeYWEwMI/AAAAAAAABO8/jF41JWdW-3U/s72-c/roy+and+i+at+july4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2225321912243881619</id><published>2010-07-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:20:23.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laban'/><title type='text'>SEEKING CONFIRMATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDtM0AC-JVI/AAAAAAAABO0/pMP1RTyrFOQ/s1600/eaglet+in+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDtM0AC-JVI/AAAAAAAABO0/pMP1RTyrFOQ/s320/eaglet+in+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493068626757821778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What steps do you take before making a big decision? Do you pray or read your Bible, hoping for a personal revelation? Do you ask for opinions from friends and family members? Or do you stand around wondering until the opportunity passes you by? Ugh. I've done that a time or two. When my husband and I have been in those “seeking” stages of life, we've noticed a pattern. God begins to make us a little uncomfortable, sort of like a mama eagle removing the soft downy feathers from the nest of twigs. She takes out more and more of the soft stuff, leaving only the sticks poking the young eaglets by the time they're ready to fly. Well, our nest generally gets pretty sticky before we are willing to fly. I don't know eagle-speak, but I wonder if mama eagle asks daddy eagle these questions before she gives the eaglets the boot. “So will our next nest be bigger or smaller? Will the schools be adequate? How about the neighborhood – is it safe for the kids? Can we afford to move? The resale value on this nest will never give us enough for a down-payment on the next.” Oh, those eagles. Always thinking ahead. But sometimes eagles just have to look at the few facts they have and let it fly! They've outgrown their current nest. There's simply not enough food for them all where they are now. And the Wind is calling them to go NOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:1-3&lt;/span&gt; – “Jacob heard that Laban's sons were saying, 'Jacob has taken everything our father owned and has gained all this wealth from what belonged to our father.' And Jacob noticed that Laban's attitude toward him was not what it had been. Then the LORD said to Jacob, 'Go back to the land of your fathers and to your relatives, and I will be with you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob felt no puffy, soft feather from any of Laban's sons and Laban himself got in a poke or two from the nest. Even God gave Jacob a gentle nudge. Wouldn't you think that would be enough? Well, jealous brothers-in-law, a grouchy father-in-law and a direct word from God wasn't enough to convince Jacob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:4-9&lt;/span&gt; – “So Jacob sent word to Rachel and Leah to come out to the fields where his flocks were. He said to them, 'I see that your father's attitude toward me is not what it was before, but the God of my father has been with me. You know that I've worked for your father with all my strength, yet your father has cheated me by changing my wages ten times. However, God has not allowed him to harm me. If he said, “The speckled ones will be your wages,” then all the flocks gave birth to speckled young; and if he said, “The streaked ones will be your wages,” then all the flocks bore streaked young. So God has taken away your father's livestock and has given them to me.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We learn more of Laban's deceit as Jacob convinces his wives of what God has said he must do. Ooops, back up the train! If Jacob is trying to convince his wives to leave, that means he already KNOWS the direction he is to go and wants their approval. Asking for confirmation is different than asking for approval. Seeking confirmation means you're seeking godly input to know and do God's will. Seeking approval means you're seeking to escape the responsibility of a hard choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:10-13 &lt;/span&gt;– [Jacob continued,] “In breeding season I once had a dream in which I looked up and saw that the male goats mating with the flock were streaked, speckled or spotted. The angel of God said to me in the dream, 'Jacob.' I answered, 'Here I am.' And he said, 'Look up and see that all the male goats mating with the flock are streaked, speckled or spotted, for I have seen all that Laban has been doing to you. I am the God of Bethel, where you anointed a pillar and where you made a vow to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;leave this land&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at once&lt;/span&gt; and go back to your native land.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God had told Jacob some time ago, in a past breeding season (June-September), that he was supposed to leave Laban's household “at once.” But Jacob didn't leave – for months and possibly for years. We know from Gen. 31:19 that Jacob flees Laban's household during shearing season – spring – but since Jacob says “In breeding season I ONCE had a dream,” I get the impression it happened before last season. When God says “at once,” how long does it take you to respond?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:14-16&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Rachel and Leah replied, 'Do we still have any share in the inheritance of our father's estate? Does he not regard us as foreigners? Not only has he sold us, but he has used up what was paid for us. Surely all the wealth that God took away from our father belongs to us and our children. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;do whatever God has told you.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob's wives finally agree on one thing. They've been treated badly by their father – and that's their singular motivation for agreeing to Jacob's plan. When we seek counsel to help us make a godly decision, make sure it's godly counsel without selfish motivation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 31:17-21&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Jacob put his children and his wives on camels, and he drove all his livestock ahead of him, along with all the goods he had accumulated in Paddan Aram, to go to his father Isaac in the land of Canaan. When Laban had gone to shear his sheep, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel stole&lt;/span&gt; her father's household gods. Moreover, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob deceived&lt;/span&gt; Laban the Aramean by not telling him he was running away. So he fled with all he had, and crossing the River, he headed for the hill country of Gilead.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Jacob received all the confirmation necessary to finally act on God's direction, He messed up his obedience with petty sin. The thread of deception was still woven deeply into Jacob's character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I don't want to get it right just to get it wrong. It's so easy to let my guard down at the last moment and lose the high ground we've worked together to achieve. Help me to finish well, Father. To make the hard decisions, endure difficult conversations, choose the right thing – and be totally obedient and pleasing in not only my actions, but also my methods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2225321912243881619?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2225321912243881619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2225321912243881619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2225321912243881619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2225321912243881619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/07/seeking-confirmation.html' title='SEEKING CONFIRMATION'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDtM0AC-JVI/AAAAAAAABO0/pMP1RTyrFOQ/s72-c/eaglet+in+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-7185494472246093636</id><published>2010-07-05T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:46:18.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laban'/><title type='text'>GOOD BOSS, BAD BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDIm9gb0_xI/AAAAAAAABOs/hphM-iQe1OU/s1600/bad+boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDIm9gb0_xI/AAAAAAAABOs/hphM-iQe1OU/s320/bad+boss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490493733838585618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've lost count of the number of bosses I've worked for over the years. I was only sixteen when I got my first REAL job, and my twenty-something boss spent the first two weeks flirting with me mercilessly. I've worked for good bosses and bad bosses – the definition of which I assign mostly by the condition of the work environment. A good boss encourages camaraderie between employees, so that a sense of justice and security can emerge in the workplace. A bad boss keeps his/her workers continually on edge, watching like a hawk for the next mistake or opportunity for blame. While working for a good boss, I've been encouraged, complimented, challenged to learn new things. My “bad boss” experiences have left me feeling defeated, worthless and questioning my abilities. So why all the talk about little greasy-haired dweebs in polyester suits? (Sorry, couldn't resist the stereotyping) Well, because Laban was sort of Jacob's boss, and he was a lousy master. But it occurred to me that the way Jacob reacted to his bad-boss, Laban, is similar to the way I react to God sometimes. So I had to ask myself, do I envision God as a good Boss or a bad Boss? Hmmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:25-26&lt;/span&gt; – “After Rachel gave birth to Joseph, Jacob said to Laban, 'Send me on my way so I can go back to my own homeland. Give me my wives and children, for whom I have served you, and I will be on my way. You know how much work I've done for you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SERVANT RATHER THAN SON – Jacob requested his freedom as if he were an indentured servant – not a son. He'd evidently never felt a part of Laban's family even after marrying both Laban's daughters over fourteen years prior. When we accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, we become children of God – but do we truly feel/act like children, or do we still feel/act like servants? A servant MUST work and hopes to be released from duty after a time. A family member never “retires” from the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:27-33&lt;/span&gt; – “But Laban said to him, 'If I have found favor in your eyes, please stay. I have learned by divination that the LORD has blessed me because of you.' He added, 'Name your wages, and I will pay them.' Jacob said to him, 'You know how I have worked for you and how your livestock has fared under my care. The little you had before I came has increased greatly, and the LORD has blessed you wherever I have been. But now, when may I do something for my own household?' 'What shall I give you?' he asked. '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't give me anything&lt;/span&gt;,' Jacob replied. 'But if you will do this one thing for me, I will go on tending your flocks and watching over them: Let me go through all your flocks today and remove from them every speckled or spotted sheep, every dark-colored lamb and every spotted or speckled goat. They will be my wages. And my honesty will testify for me in the future, whenever you check on the wages you have paid me. Any goat in my possession that is not speckled or spotted, or any lamb that is not dark-colored, will be considered stolen.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WORK RATHER THAN GIFTS – Jacob refuses to allow Laban to GIVE him anything. He shuns Laban's gift because of past baggage, and instead, Jacob bargains for more work, thinking he has a fool-proof way to earn his freedom. To shun a deceiver's gift is wise; however, sometimes we shun God's gracious gifts in order to feel as though we've earned His pleasure or approval. Working FOR God is not only unnecessary, it's counter-productive to our faith in a gracious God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:34-43&lt;/span&gt; – “'Agreed,' said Laban. 'Let it be as you have said.' That same day he removed all the male goats that were streaked or spotted, and all the speckled or spotted female goats (all that had white on them) and all the dark-colored lambs, and he placed them in the care of his sons. Then he put a three-day journey between himself and Jacob, while Jacob continued to tend the rest of Laban's flocks. Jacob, however, took fresh-cut branches from poplar, almond and plane trees and made white stripes on them by peeling the bark and exposing the white inner wood of the branches. Then he placed the peeled branches in all the watering troughs, so that they would be directly in front of the flocks when they came to drink. When the flocks were in heat and came to drink, they mated in front of the branches. And they bore young that were streaked or speckled or spotted. Jacob set apart the young of the flock by themselves, but made the rest face the streaked and dark-colored animals that belonged to Laban. Thus he made separate flocks for himself and did not put them with Laban's animals. Whenever the stronger females were in heat, Jacob would place the branches in the troughs in front of the animals so they would mate near the branches, but if the animals were weak, he would not place them there. So the weak animals went to Laban and the strong ones to Jacob. In this way the man grew exceedingly prosperous and came to own large flocks, and maidservants and menservants, and camels and donkeys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SILENCE RATHER THAN CONFRONTATION – Rather than confronting Laban when he was cheated again, Jacob followed old wives' tales and tried to solve the problem using his own methods. When we have been repeatedly disappointed, we sometimes become angry or disillusioned and even blame God. Though the LORD never cheats us or deals with us dishonestly, when we seek our own solutions and refuse to ask for God's help, it's similar to Jacob's silent treatment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, teach me to voice my disappointments and confusion to You, no matter how upset or confused I might be – with You or others. Remind me that in EVERY WAY, You are more than a good Boss – You are a loving Father, who wants the very best for me. Every circumstance you allow into my life is fashioned to strengthen, teach and shape me into the image of Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-7185494472246093636?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7185494472246093636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=7185494472246093636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7185494472246093636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7185494472246093636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-boss-bad-boss.html' title='GOOD BOSS, BAD BOSS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TDIm9gb0_xI/AAAAAAAABOs/hphM-iQe1OU/s72-c/bad+boss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-291402366414235433</id><published>2010-06-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:44:41.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>EYE ON THE PRIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TCkHyuhgmRI/AAAAAAAABOk/KMtyAh6lYWc/s1600/THE+HAPPY+COUPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TCkHyuhgmRI/AAAAAAAABOk/KMtyAh6lYWc/s320/THE+HAPPY+COUPLE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926188991093010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is the purpose of a wedding? No – seriously. I'm actually contemplating the underlying motivation of days, weeks, even months of labor, sweat and stress to stand before a room (or in our daughter's case – a lawn) full of people and declare your vows of love and faithfulness. Why do we do that? As mother-of-the-bride, I was off-the-hook when it came to planning the wedding because we live 2,200 miles away. Our daughter and her fiancé planned everything beautifully; however, more than once in the final week leading up to that big day they threatened to elope! Emily's grandparent's (the parents of our hearts) hosted the rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, the ceremony and reception at their beautiful lakefront home. This meant months of preparation for them, and the days leading up to the BIG DAY were full of little chores to make the place shine like a new penny. Now, including our daughter's dog, there were three precious canines on the property during wedding preparations. Grandpa was the official pooper scooper – not glamorous, but essential. Grandma pruned the flower beds after the wind storms and kept the indoor clutter of 11 guests to a minimum. Moms, dads, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and friends pitched in on the day of the wedding to help set up and dry off chairs when the heavens dumped buckets of rain just hours before the ceremony began. And when the cake lady arrived an hour late with the center tier of cake crumbled into bite-sized pieces, we were all thinking eloping might have been a better choice. So, again I ask. What is the purpose of a wedding? I believe the same answer applies to all of life's questions. It's about God. What is HE doing in the midst of it? Leah seemed to understand that principle at first, but then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:31-35&lt;/span&gt; – “When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the LORD&lt;/span&gt; saw that Leah was not loved, he opened her womb, but Rachel was barren. Leah became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Reuben, for she said, 'It is because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the LORD&lt;/span&gt; has seen my misery. Surely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my husband&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt; now.' She conceived again, and when she gave birth to a son she said, 'Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the LORD&lt;/span&gt; heard that I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not loved&lt;/span&gt;, he gave me this one too.' So she named him Simeon. Again she conceived, and when she gave birth to a son she said, 'Now at last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my husband&lt;/span&gt; will become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attached to me&lt;/span&gt;, because I have borne him three sons.' So he was named Levi. She conceived again, and when she gave birth to a son she said, 'This time I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praise the LORD&lt;/span&gt; .' So she named him Judah. Then she stopped having children” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the Lord saw that Leah was barren, He was quick to intervene on her behalf and comfort her with children – showing His love and favor in that tangible way. However, Leah was so focused on gaining her husband's love that she found it difficult to be thankful for God's love. Finally, after the birth of her fourth son, Leah's eyes shifted to the eternal Prize, and she awarded Judah the name that reflects a level of contentment in her relationship with GOD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:1-8&lt;/span&gt; – “When Rachel saw that she was not bearing Jacob any children, she became jealous of her sister. So she said to Jacob, 'Give me children, or I'll die!' Jacob became angry with her and said, 'Am I in the place of God, who has kept you from having children?' Then she said, 'Here is Bilhah, my maidservant. Sleep with her so that she can bear children for me and that through her I too can build a family.' So she gave him her servant Bilhah as a wife. Jacob slept with her, and she became pregnant and bore him a son. Then Rachel said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;has vindicated me; he has listened to my plea and given me a son.' Because of this she named him Dan. Rachel's servant Bilhah conceived again and bore Jacob a second son. Then Rachel said, 'I have had a great struggle with my sister, and I have won.' So she named him Naphtali.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jealousy is a sure sign that our eyes have wandered to someone else's prize. And if you'll notice, our eyes work in tandem – where one eye goes, both go. So, if we're gazing longingly at someone else's prize, we can't possibly be gazing longingly at Jesus. Notice that Rachel at least made some mention of God when naming her first son through Bilhah, but by the second son, all pretense of holiness was gone. By then, she acknowledged it as a competition, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the wrong finish line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:9-13&lt;/span&gt; – “When Leah saw that she had stopped having children, she took her maidservant Zilpah and gave her to Jacob as a wife. Leah's servant Zilpah bore Jacob a son. Then Leah said, 'What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good fortune&lt;/span&gt;!' So she named him Gad. Leah's servant Zilpah bore Jacob a second son. Then Leah said, 'How &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;I am! The women will call me happy.' So she named him Asher.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened to Leah's contentment in the One, True God? And how can she accredit her maidservant's children to mere FORTUNE? And the second son simply makes her “happy” but doesn't cause her to PRAISE the Giver of Life. My guess is that Leah has become angry with God for allowing her sister Rachel to have children. It was the only advantage she'd had over her, and now she was unloved and unable to bear children of her own. Self-pity has become her focus. Happiness her goal. The first is destructive. The second fickle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:14-16&lt;/span&gt; – “During wheat harvest, Reuben went out into the fields and found some mandrake plants, which he brought to his mother Leah. Rachel said to Leah, 'Please give me some of your son's mandrakes.' But she said to her, 'Wasn't it enough that you took away my husband? Will you take my son's mandrakes too?' 'Very well,' Rachel said, 'he can sleep with you tonight in return for your son's mandrakes.' So when Jacob came in from the fields that evening, Leah went out to meet him. 'You must sleep with me,' she said. 'I have hired you with my son's mandrakes.' So he slept with her that night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Leah's son, Reuben, knew his mother would appreciate the fabled aphrodisiac flowers, the rivalry between Jacob's wives had evidently permeated the whole household. As parents (adults), we train our children's eyes on the prizes we value most – intentionally or unintentionally. Kids watch and learn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 30:17-24&lt;/span&gt; – “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God listened to Leah&lt;/span&gt;, and she became pregnant and bore Jacob a fifth son. Then Leah said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has rewarded me&lt;/span&gt; for giving my maidservant to my husband.' So she named him Issachar. Leah conceived again and bore Jacob a sixth son. Then Leah said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has presented me&lt;/span&gt; with a precious gift. This time my husband will treat me with honor, because I have borne him six sons.' So she named him Zebulun. Some time later she gave birth to a daughter and named her Dinah. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God remembered Rachel&lt;/span&gt;; he listened to her and opened her womb. She became pregnant and gave birth to a son and said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has taken away&lt;/span&gt; my disgrace.' She named him Joseph, and said, 'May the LORD add to me another son.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there any better example of God's amazing grace in the Old Testament? Here are two women acting like spoiled children, and yet God listens to their prayers and answers according to their deepest desires. While these two women were at each other's throats and demonstrating destruction to their children, God intervened. He loved. He blessed…in spite of them. And in the end, they praised Him for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I can look at these two women and say, “Why won't You answer MY prayers if you answered THEIRS?” But the greater question is – Why do You answer the prayers of any of Your silly, sinful children? If You waited until I was perfect before blessing me, I would be the lowliest of human beings! Thank You for Your infinite wisdom and grace that answers when I least deserve it. Teach me to focus more on my eternal Prize and less on earthly distractions. I want to look beyond the proverbial wedding to the Beloved that binds the hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-291402366414235433?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/291402366414235433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=291402366414235433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/291402366414235433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/291402366414235433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/06/eye-on-prize.html' title='EYE ON THE PRIZE'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TCkHyuhgmRI/AAAAAAAABOk/KMtyAh6lYWc/s72-c/THE+HAPPY+COUPLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3869660935901481348</id><published>2010-06-21T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:52:52.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>REASONABLE EXPECTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TB_rKMciETI/AAAAAAAABOU/S8ie_iFpUEo/s1600/em%27s+wedding+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TB_rKMciETI/AAAAAAAABOU/S8ie_iFpUEo/s320/em%27s+wedding+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485361431532671282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Reasonable expectations.” It's a tricky phrase, isn't it? I'm sure there are legal cases piled up in courtrooms across the country, debating what a jury deems “reasonable expectations” for contracted services, purchases and even relationships. Our family's reasonable expectation involved a baker, a cake, a wedding and 125 guests. Almost nine months ago, our daughter, Emily, and her fiancé met with the owner of a local bakery to discuss wedding cake options. They were impressed with the man's portfolio and tasted three flavors of cake and several delightful icings. They eagerly signed a contract, leaving the suggested cash deposit. Three months in advance of the wedding, the kids began confirming with the various vendors as was suggested by all the wedding magazines. When they called the bakery, a female voice answered and explained that she had purchased the original baker's business but would honor their deposit and try to do the cake as ordered. Try? Our daughter and her fiancé made a quick trip (4 hours) to the bakery to meet with the new owner and sample her wares. The flavor was adequate, but they were uneasy from the beginning with this new relationship. Fast-forward…to the wedding day. Excitement is mounting. Outdoor wedding. Rain – down-pour – two hours before the ceremony. Cake lady is MIA, AWOL – OMG! An hour late, she shows up. Crying. The middle tier of the 3-tiered cake is completely destroyed. Bumpy Indiana roads in her Jeep Cherokee, she says. Ugh. But here's the key. Two days before, my daughter and I had a “mommy/daughter” breakfast date, and Emily asked me this question: “Mom, are you ready for some BIG emergency on my wedding day?” When I gave her my puzzled stare, she continued. “'Cause you know something will go wrong, and we'll just have to roll with it.” After seeing the cake, I trudged back upstairs, to tell our baby girl that her dream cake was a nightmare. Would she remember her REASONABLE EXPECTATIONS of at least one disaster on this day? She did, and her groom handled it beautifully, too. The skies cleared – no more rain. No more disasters. What are your reasonable expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:14b-20&lt;/span&gt; – “Laban said to [Jacob], 'Just because you are a relative of mine, should you work for me for nothing? Tell me what your wages should be.' Now Laban had two daughters; the name of the older was Leah, and the name of the younger was Rachel. Leah had weak eyes, but Rachel was lovely in form, and beautiful. Jacob was in love with Rachel and said, 'I'll work for you seven years in return for your younger daughter Rachel.' Laban said, 'It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better that I give her to you than to some other &lt;/span&gt;man. Stay here with me.' So Jacob served seven years to get Rachel, but they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the sound of Laban's lack-luster response, I'm thinking he wasn't thrilled when Jacob proposed Rachel as wages. Wasn't it more reasonable to pay wages in silver or gold, flocks or herds – even servants? But daughters? Laban may have asked for Jacob's input, but it seems he had a pre-determined idea of what was reasonable and he found it difficult to adjust to someone else's plan. Sound familiar?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:21 &lt;/span&gt;– “Then Jacob said to Laban, 'Give me my wife. My time is completed, and I want to lie with her.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What might have happened during Jacob's seven years of service to Laban that changed Jacob's tone so completely? The demanding words and voice lead us to believe Jacob might have expected Laban to double-cross him...and he was right. But is a tantrum justified when others threaten our expectations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:22-30&lt;/span&gt; – “So Laban brought together all the people of the place and gave a feast. But when evening came, he took his daughter Leah and gave her to Jacob, and Jacob lay with her. And Laban gave his servant girl Zilpah to his daughter as her maidservant. When morning came, there was Leah! So Jacob said to Laban, 'What is this you have done to me? I served you for Rachel, didn't I? Why have you deceived me?' Laban replied, 'It is not our custom here to give the younger daughter in marriage before the older one. Finish this daughter's bridal week; then we will give you the younger one also, in return for another seven years of work.' And Jacob did so. He finished the week with Leah, and then Laban gave him his daughter Rachel to be his wife. Laban gave his servant girl Bilhah to his daughter Rachel as her maidservant. Jacob lay with Rachel also, and he loved Rachel more than Leah. And he worked for Laban another seven years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though Jacob expected it, Laban found a way to double-cross him. Sometimes people live up to our low expectations, and the pain crashes into our lives and others' – creating dominoes of expectations for generations. How did Leah feel when her new husband railed at being “stuck” with her? How did Rachel feel at being passed over because she was the younger sister? When reasonable expectations are dashed, it's seldom only one person who is hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, when I'm disappointed, teach me to turn to You for comfort first – before I rant and rail. Give me perspective. Show me Your heavenly view of REASONABLE before I allow my self-justification to bully those who might be harmed in the stampede. Help me to mourn my lost expectations, allowing You to comfort me in the true and real grief I feel. Finally, as I regain my sense of Your presence, help me to minister to others – now more effective because I've felt the sting of dashed expectations and the touch of Your comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3869660935901481348?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3869660935901481348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3869660935901481348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3869660935901481348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3869660935901481348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/06/reasonable-expectations.html' title='REASONABLE EXPECTATIONS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TB_rKMciETI/AAAAAAAABOU/S8ie_iFpUEo/s72-c/em%27s+wedding+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-8432779282280662873</id><published>2010-06-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:30:09.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast'/><title type='text'>NEGATIVITY FAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TAaxJQ1Lw-I/AAAAAAAABLs/nCa-f3kjUXU/s1600/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TAaxJQ1Lw-I/AAAAAAAABLs/nCa-f3kjUXU/s320/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478260769437762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband and I attended church with my mom last Sunday, and the King's Way congregation has started a fabulous campaign! It's called a 40-day Negativity Fast! For 40 days they're seeking to cut out ALL negativity from their thoughts, words and attitudes. We observed that families are seemingly the most successful at this project - since the children are most ready to tattle on parents who snack on negative attitudes and words. However, everyone in attendance reported the single most positive effect of this fast was the AWARENESS that had been awakened in their everyday lives to the negativity that consumes their thought-diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think back on Roy's and my journey from Vancouver, WA to our childhood home in Indiana. We traveled somewhere around 2,500 miles in about 4 days and were exposed to many different terrains and weather phenomenons. We drove through mountains, hills and plains. Saw waterfalls, rivers, streams and deserts. We experienced rain, hail, blistering heat and humidity and even drove through a blizzard in Utah. I must admit - we were not fasting from negativity on our journey eastward. But still our God was faithful, and He brought us safely to our destinations - all of them. We've already visited with some friends and family, but mostly we've spent some very important days with our daughters - one of whom will be married in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few days, minutes, hours leading up to one of the most important days of our daughter's life, I'm reminded again of the negativity fast. So much tension could derail this special day. So many details could rob us of the joy of this occasion. We are praying, trusting, seeking the high road - one traveled through all kinds of weather and terrain, but one free of negativity. And it will be by God's hand alone that we will arrive at our destination - not minus a daughter, but adding a son-in-love. We covet your prayers as the day approaches, and we'll be posting a picture or two to share our joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-8432779282280662873?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8432779282280662873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=8432779282280662873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8432779282280662873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/8432779282280662873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/06/negativity-fast.html' title='NEGATIVITY FAST'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TAaxJQ1Lw-I/AAAAAAAABLs/nCa-f3kjUXU/s72-c/24+-+ALL+FLAT+LANDS+DAYS+3-4+AND+THEN+HOME+AGAIN+IN+INDIANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3668234251587298630</id><published>2010-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:41:40.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listening to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>I'M BUSY - GOT IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S_VnuNwk2CI/AAAAAAAABLk/Apx2fJt8Zk8/s1600/busy_person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S_VnuNwk2CI/AAAAAAAABLk/Apx2fJt8Zk8/s320/busy_person.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473394965803751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"It is easier to serve God without a vision, easier to work for God without a call, because then you are not bothered by what God requires; common sense is your guide, veneered over with Christian sentiment. You will be more prosperous and successful, more leisure-hearted, if you never realize the call of God. But if once you receive a commission from Jesus Christ, the memory of what God wants will always come like a goad; you will no longer be able to work for Him on the common-sense basis." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Utmost for His Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Calling." It's hard to define. What does it mean to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;CALLED by God to a certain task or ministry? Most of us live our lives serving, working, toiling from committee to ministry to short-term mission trip without a clear sense of the path on which our Shepherd is leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we stop shuffling papers, organizing dinners and creating more programs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Psalm 46:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; - "Be still and know that I am God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only in the stillness that we learn who God is - and only after we learn more of who our God is can we learn who He has created us to be. Only then can we know His calling on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm of the opinion that we cannot truly know our calling until we are well into our adult years. The teens and twenties are intended for our Supervised introspection. As God opens the doors for victories and failures, we learn much about who we are and even more about who He is to us. Is He God all the time or only in crisis? Is He the harsh Judge or our merciful Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare for my forty-seventh year, I believe I know my calling - and yet I continually struggle to maintain focus on that call. So many distractions eagerly nip at my heels to steal away my attention, my energy, my passion. But my Heavenly Bridegroom awaits, beckoning me with His Call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3668234251587298630?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3668234251587298630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3668234251587298630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3668234251587298630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3668234251587298630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-busy-got-it.html' title='I&apos;M BUSY - GOT IT?'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S_VnuNwk2CI/AAAAAAAABLk/Apx2fJt8Zk8/s72-c/busy_person.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1739569634416594169</id><published>2010-05-10T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:24:17.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sovereignty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><title type='text'>COINCIDENCE OR GOD‟S GUIDING HAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S-iTIw_DWDI/AAAAAAAABLU/A4YmJTYSGfs/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S-iTIw_DWDI/AAAAAAAABLU/A4YmJTYSGfs/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469783526239066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidence. Fate. Destiny. Do we live in a random bubble of events that sometimes intersect, or are our paths already mapped out by a Creator's sovereign design? In the famous words of sage philosopher, Forrest Gump, “I think it's both.” Do humans have free will to choose or does God employ His sovereign will? I say with gusto, “YES!” and then tilt my head with a thoroughly puzzled stare. “How?” Hmmmmm, I don't know. Let me illustrate my absolutely confident uncertainty. I recently spent a weekend at a beach house with my two writing buddies. Each of them experiences God in a special way through nature from time to time through a particular symbol. One gal often sees a deer in her yard or a nearby field. For the other, a rainbow often appears where nothing but clouds should be - as in the picture above. Why a rainbow on a completely sunny day - in the shape of a cross, no less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren't superstitious or hyper-spiritual about these “signs.” They simply have noticed God's special “kiss” through the years in these tender revelations. We three had come together for the weekend to work on writing projects; however, all our hearts were heavily burdened with life. When we went to a restaurant for dinner, we noticed two deer running down the sidewalk! Please understand, this is in the middle of a busy beach town – on Main Street! Coincidence? Or was my friend's Heavenly Father comforting her with His presence? The next day we went for a long walk on the beach, taking lots of pictures on a sunny afternoon. I took a picture of my second friend with the sun glaring above, and when we replayed the digital image – a rainbow ringed the sun behind her. Coincidence? Or was her Heavenly Father comforting her with His presence? I don't have a particular “sign” that assures me of God's presence or work in my life, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching my friends bask in His impromptu kisses. As we walked back to the beach house, I noticed a veritable garden of rocks – smooth stones planted on the beach, worn by the tide's sand and water. I immediately thought of my mom. She loves rocks and collects a rock from everywhere she travels. I began praying for her and thought of her often throughout the rest of the weekend. Coincidence? Or was my Heavenly Father prompting me to pray for my mom, who was struggling with her own battles at the time? Well, my answer is: God guides the deer, the rainbow and the tide; but I choose to recognize His hand on my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:1-4&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Jacob continued on his journey and came to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;land of the eastern peoples&lt;/span&gt;. There he saw a well in the field, with three flocks of sheep lying near it because the flocks were watered from that well. The stone over the mouth of the well was large. When all the flocks were gathered there, the shepherds would roll the stone away from the well's mouth and water the sheep. Then they would return the stone to its place over the mouth of the well. Jacob asked the shepherds, 'My brothers, where are you from?' 'We're from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haran&lt;/span&gt;,' they replied.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please remember – no camel, no GPS, map or compass, and no convenience stores along the way. Jacob lived most of his life “among the tents” (Gen. 25:27), so I'm guessing he was no Daniel Boone either. The journey from Isaac's camp in Beersheba to Haran was approximately 600 miles (as the crow flies), and the average speed of travel on foot is twenty miles a day. You do the math. All Jacob saw at this point was a well and three flocks of sheep with their shepherds – in the middle of a field – somewhere in the east. How many left turns and right forks in the road did Jacob make before arriving in Haran? Did he pray about each one or make the decisions on his own? Out of the thousands of choices we make each day, which ones are covered in prayer?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:5-8&lt;/span&gt; – “He said to them, 'Do you know Laban, Nahor's grandson?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, we know him,' they answered.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jacob asked them, 'Is he well?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, he is,' they said, 'and here comes his daughter Rachel with the sheep.'&lt;br /&gt;'Look,' he said, 'the sun is still high; it is not time for the flocks to be gathered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water the sheep and take them back to pasture&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;'We can't,' they replied, 'until all the flocks are gathered and the stone has been rolled away from the mouth of the well. Then we will water the sheep.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob seems a little bossy for a newcomer, eh? He shows up, asks a few questions and immediately orders the other three shepherds to take their sheep and get lost when he sees lovely Rachel approaching. Why? Did he have an animal husbandry degree, perhaps an expert in the care of livestock? Or did he simply seek privacy with Rachel? No matter. His not-so-subtle attempt at privacy failed, and Jacob would have an audience for his testimony, witnesses to the story of his past. Considering Jacob's deceitful history, was it coincidence that he was pushed into the humbling accountability corner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:9-12&lt;/span&gt; – “While he was still talking with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep, for she was a shepherdess. When Jacob saw Rachel daughter of Laban, his mother's brother, and Laban's sheep, he went over and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered his uncle's sheep. Then Jacob kissed Rachel and began to weep aloud. He had told Rachel that he was a relative of her father and a son of Rebekah. So she ran and told her father.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was it a coincidence that Rachel came to the well at the precise moment that he arrived? Think of the echoes of this one kiss, each decision in Jacob's and Rachel's lives leading up to it and each moment after. Rachel thought she was just going to the well to water the flock – AGAIN – but this mundane, daily activity changed her life forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 29:13-14&lt;/span&gt; – “As soon as Laban heard the news about Jacob, his sister's son, he hurried to meet him. He embraced him and kissed him and brought him to his home, and there Jacob told him all these things. Then Laban said to him, 'You are my own flesh and blood.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm guessing Laban remembered a similar scenario when his sister Rebekah had gone for water and returned with Abraham's servant, who had come to secure a bride for Abraham's son, Isaac (Gen. 24:29-30). Now, decades later (some think Jacob was 75-80 years-old when he fled to Haran), Laban welcomes Jacob – the fruit of Isaac and Rebekah's union – who also met God‟s choice by Haran's well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, how many times in my day do You work…and I miss it? How many amazing displays of Your power and presence do I let slip by unnoticed because I'm too busy, too skeptical or too downtrodden to believe You would reveal Yourself in such a bold way to ME? Teach me to look for You in the ordinariness of my day. Open my eyes to the God-happenings around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1739569634416594169?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1739569634416594169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1739569634416594169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1739569634416594169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1739569634416594169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/05/coincidence-or-gods-guiding-hand.html' title='COINCIDENCE OR GOD‟S GUIDING HAND'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S-iTIw_DWDI/AAAAAAAABLU/A4YmJTYSGfs/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3923110486660692969</id><published>2010-05-03T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:36:29.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING THE CUT, MISSING THE POINT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S98_0SxDOVI/AAAAAAAABLM/unEEKMAh_bE/s1600/1993+Canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S98_0SxDOVI/AAAAAAAABLM/unEEKMAh_bE/s320/1993+Canada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467158640274389330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roy's first year in seminary was quite possibly the most miserable year of my life. Wouldn't you think that when a husband decides to devote his life to full-time ministry, the wife should be elated, proud, supportive? Well, I tried. I really tried. But before seminary I had been a stay-at-home mom, who spent much of her day soaking in God's Word and enjoying stimulating spiritual discussions with her church family. During that first year of seminary, I worked too much, saw my kids too little and had no church family. With a sour attitude and thoughtless comments, I managed to alienate the seminary president, the dean and the woman in charge of student life. Desperate for community, I resorted to Busy Bee Mesu's common pattern. I created my own community. I started a seminary wives' weekly Bible study. I worked with admissions, organizing hee-man student movers to welcome newcomers to seminary housing. And I decided it was time that my Hindu boss began learning a little about Christianity – so I started a Bible study with him, too. By the end of our second year, I was a little less miserable because I was a whole lot more engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my husband's senior awards banquet, the seminary president announced a new award. He held up a gold-plated mahogany plaque and said, “I'd like to award our first-ever Helping Hands award to Mesu Andrews.” I nearly choked on my salad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt; I walked up to the podium, shook his hand and reached for the glimmering mahogany. “And we'd also like to give you another little token of our appreciation,” he said, reaching behind the lectern. He pulled out a sweatshirt with our seminary's name embroidered on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A SWEATSHIRT!” I nearly threw the glistening plaque on a nearby table, reaching for the folded gray fleece and clutched it to my chest. The audience laughed nervously, and I realized how silly I appeared making gah-gah eyes over a sweatshirt, when the president had just honored me for a meaningful campus ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He graciously chuckled and said, “Well, Mesu has always been more on the practical side.” He affirmed that I had made the cut – done well, overcome a tough situation and made a contribution to others. But I knew in my heart that I had totally missed the point. All my efforts to serve were just a frantic attempt to fill my need for community. But God in His grand plan used my little acts to fill others' needs. Sometimes my little eyes see only my immediate concerns, but God's big ideas are beyond my comprehension…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 28:10-15&lt;/span&gt; – “Jacob left Beersheba and set out for Haran. When he reached a certain place, he stopped for the night because the sun had set. Taking one of the stones there, he put it under his head and lay down to sleep. He had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it. There above it stood the LORD , and he said: 'I am the LORD , the God of your father Abraham and the God of Isaac. I will give you and your descendants the land on which you are lying. Your descendants will be like the dust of the earth, and you will spread out to the west and to the east, to the north and to the south. All peoples on earth will be blessed through you and your offspring. I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be Jacob for a moment. You've just deceived your father and are fleeing for your life from your enraged brother (who happens to be very good at hunting prey). God speaks to you in a dream about His connection with your grandfather, Abraham, and your father, Isaac. He promises you blessing and descendants beyond number. YOU'VE MADE THE CUT! Now, what is your reaction? Can you move beyond the immediate concern and see the bigger picture, or are you stuck in the here and now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 28:16-19&lt;/span&gt; – “When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, 'Surely the LORD is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;, and I was not aware of it.' He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;afraid &lt;/span&gt;and said, 'How awesome is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.' Early the next morning Jacob took the stone he had placed under his head and set it up as a pillar and poured oil on top of it. He called that place Bethel, though the city used to be called Luz.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, you have a dream like that, and you get a promise from God like THAT, and your first response is, “How awesome is THIS PLACE?” You're kidding me. Jacob may have made the cut, but he missed the point. Where is the praise for God? The thanksgiving for God's promise? The awe at God's grace and forgiveness? Let's give Jacob a little grace for being dazed and afraid after such a vivid dream, but let‟s learn from his “duh” moment to keep our focus on the Giver of blessing, not the blessings alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 28:20-22&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Jacob made a vow, saying, 'If God will be with me and will watch over me on this journey I am taking and will give me food to eat and clothes to wear so that I return safely to my father's house, then the LORD will be my God and this stone that I have set up as a pillar will be God's house, and of all that you give me I will give you a tenth.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, Jake, first of all, God already PROMISED to be with you, so why say “if God will be with me?” Secondly, why vow to give Him a tenth IF He brings Jacob back to Isaac's house? God already promised that, too! Why do we qualify our obedience on God's faithfulness when God can ONLY be faithful, and we can NEVER be perfectly obedient? Jacob – like you and me – has already made the cut, already been accepted by God. THAT'S the point – but he's missing it. Jacob still thinks they're in negotiations! God doesn't want Jacob's tenth. He wants ALL of Jacob – and all of us – because He gave us all of Himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I'm overwhelmed at my small-mindedness and the vastness of Your plan – that includes me. My humble offerings are sometimes given with silly or selfish motives, and yet in Your grace You receive them, changing them into something useful – sometimes even beautiful. Train my focus toward You, Lord, each and every waking moment – even in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3923110486660692969?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3923110486660692969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3923110486660692969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3923110486660692969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3923110486660692969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-cut-missing-point.html' title='MAKING THE CUT, MISSING THE POINT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S98_0SxDOVI/AAAAAAAABLM/unEEKMAh_bE/s72-c/1993+Canada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3303426862880352866</id><published>2010-04-26T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:48:32.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s will'/><title type='text'>THE NECK-BONE CONNECTED TO THE HEAD-BONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S9XPU8HCznI/AAAAAAAABK0/uEMtM3h9VlU/s1600/mybigfatgreekwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S9XPU8HCznI/AAAAAAAABK0/uEMtM3h9VlU/s320/mybigfatgreekwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464501681523969650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my all-time favorite movies is “My Big Fat Greek Wedding,” and it boasts one of my all-time favorite lines. “Men may be the head of the house but women are the neck, and the neck can turn the head any way she wants.” Can I hear an AMEN, Sista! Oops, wait a minute. God gets a little cranky with the Israelites in the Old Testament for being “stiff-necked,” so we'd probably better be careful with the neck illustration…. But here's my question for the day: what if you're a do-er in a watch-er's world? What if you‟re a planner, and no one else sees or implements a plan? I'm thinking if the head isn't thinking, the neck had better be turning it – right? Hmmm, that's what Sister Rebekah thought, but I'm not sure her methods were on the up-and-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:41-42&lt;/span&gt; – “Esau held a grudge against Jacob because of the blessing his father had given him. He said to himself, 'The days of mourning for my father are near; then I will kill my brother Jacob.' When Rebekah was told what her older son Esau had said, she sent for her younger son Jacob and said to him, 'Your brother Esau is consoling himself with the thought of killing you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't it fascinating that Esau "said to himself," and yet someone heard his whispered thoughts and immediately reported them to Rebekah? How did Rebekah inspire this kind of loyalty? Was it fear? Reward? Or were people naturally drawn to her strong personality and decisive leadership? We can‟t discern from Scripture, but I've met these Type A people in my world…and they make me nervous. Without proper checks and balances, their strengths can become weaknesses and devastate many.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:43-45&lt;/span&gt; – [Rebekah said to Jacob] “'Now then, my son, do what I say: Flee at once to my brother Laban in Haran. Stay with him for a while until your brother's fury subsides. When your brother is no longer angry with you and forgets what you did to him, I'll send word for you to come back from there. Why should I lose both of you in one day?'&lt;br /&gt;Then Rebekah said to Isaac, 'I'm disgusted with living because of these Hittite women. If Jacob takes a wife from among the women of this land, from Hittite women like these, my life will not be worth living.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems this woman moved into protection mode without so much as a pause. And without allowing Jacob even a syllable of rebuttal, she marched into her husband's tent, voicing her concerns. I don't know if I'm appalled at her audacity or stirred by her resourcefulness. Is she helping God or pushing her own agenda? Wasn't it her duty to protect her family when she anticipated danger? Should she have kept silent and let God handle it or taken matters into her own hands? What would YOU do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 28:1-5 &lt;/span&gt;– “So Isaac called for Jacob and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed him&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commanded him&lt;/span&gt;: '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not&lt;/span&gt; marry a Canaanite woman. Go at once to Paddan Aram, to the house of your mother's father Bethuel. Take a wife for yourself there, from among the daughters of Laban, your mother's brother. May God Almighty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bless you&lt;/span&gt; and make you fruitful and increase your numbers until you become a community of peoples. May he give you and your descendants the blessing given to Abraham, so that you may take possession of the land where you now live as an alien, the land God gave to Abraham.' Then Isaac sent Jacob on his way, and he went to Paddan Aram, to Laban son of Bethuel the Aramean, the brother of Rebekah, who was the mother of Jacob and Esau.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmmm. Seems the head finally found its spine. Yes, Isaac did exactly what Rebekah (Mrs. Neck) manipulated him into doing (commanded Jacob to marry someone from Laban's household). However, he also added a blessing to Jacob's departure – a true blessing, meant for this youngest son. Read the richness of the blessing Isaac bestows on Jacob – the inclusion of Abraham's Covenant with Yahweh. Can you imagine the joy Jacob felt at finally receiving his father's attention and approval? Can you imagine the joy Rebekah felt, seeing her husband willingly fulfill the prophecy God had given her when their twin sons jostled in her womb? (Gen. 25:22-26)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:6-9&lt;/span&gt; – “Now Esau learned that Isaac had blessed Jacob and had sent him to Paddan Aram to take a wife from there, and that when he blessed him he commanded him, 'Do not marry a Canaanite woman,' and that Jacob had obeyed his father and mother and had gone to Paddan Aram. Esau then realized how displeasing the Canaanite women were to his father Isaac; so he went to Ishmael and married Mahalath, the sister of Nebaioth and daughter of Ishmael son of Abraham, in addition to the wives he already had.”&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As if Esau didn't have enough trouble, he went and married another neck! And an Ishmaelite neck at that! These verses further illustrate Esau's lack of integrity and God's righteous choice in stripping away Abraham's Covenant from the firstborn. Though human hands tainted the process, still the right man received God's Promise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I'm so thankful You're bigger than my mistakes, my sins and my limited understanding. You're even bigger than my over-zealous nature – when I try to fix things for You. I don't want to be a neck in our relationship. I want to be Your hands and feet, ministering to others in Your Name. I want to be Your heart, caring for others as You love them. I want to be Your eyes, seeing the world around me as You see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3303426862880352866?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3303426862880352866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3303426862880352866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3303426862880352866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3303426862880352866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/04/neck-bone-connected-to-head-bone.html' title='THE NECK-BONE CONNECTED TO THE HEAD-BONE'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S9XPU8HCznI/AAAAAAAABK0/uEMtM3h9VlU/s72-c/mybigfatgreekwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1924947670455438476</id><published>2010-04-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:56:27.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><title type='text'>MULLIGANS, DO-OVERS AND TURNING BACK THE CLOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8yXCYNu-BI/AAAAAAAABKs/q_CjhOlH83M/s1600/DSC02981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8yXCYNu-BI/AAAAAAAABKs/q_CjhOlH83M/s320/DSC02981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461906515209156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so sorry for the soloist at a little church, where my husband was guest speaking recently. The ushers came forward for the offertory prayer, and after a hearty “amen” from the congregation, music began filtering through the speakers. One look at the soloist, and everyone knew – it was the wrong music. She stood like a statue – gray and unmoving – with a stricken expression. The sound tech didn't get it. She then began a series of silent nods and furrowed brow communications to the man behind the “play” button (who happened to be her husband – poor brute). When the non-verbals failed, she lifted the microphone to her lips and said defeatedly, “It's the wrong song.” Her cheeks and ears were fire-engine-red by the time the right soundtrack popped and ground out the beginning melody. Her first notes floated on shaky vocals, but she sang it. A sweet offering of faithfulness in the face of those too familiar technical demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a classic do-over. It's called a “mulligan” in the game of golf – quite a handy little tool in which you can almost turn back the hands of time and pretend the first attempt, the first mistake, didn't happen. Oh, how Isaac and Esau wished life offered mulligans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:28-29&lt;/span&gt; – [Jacob deceived his father, Isaac, and as a result Isaac blessed Jacob with the blessing he meant to give Esau] “'…May God give you of heaven's dew and of earth's richness – an abundance of grain and new wine. May nations serve you and peoples bow down to you. Be lord over your brothers, and may the sons of your mother bow down to you. May those who curse you be cursed and those who bless you be blessed.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's difficult for our modern Western culture to grasp this idea of the Middle Eastern firstborn's blessing. This pronouncement was a holy mantle of responsibility originally passed from Abraham to Isaac – and one that would need to be maintained for generations to come. For whatever reason, Isaac had determined in his heart to give that blessing to Esau. Five times he tested the son now standing in his tent - making sure it was Esau. This was no small decision and no small “mistake.”&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:30-31 &lt;/span&gt;– “After Isaac finished blessing him and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob had scarcely left&lt;/span&gt; his father's presence, his brother Esau came in from hunting. He too prepared some tasty food and brought it to his father. Then he said to him, 'My father, sit up and eat some of my game, so that you may give me your blessing.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't miss the irony in this. If Esau had arrived just moments earlier, he could have exposed Jacob's deception. But time ticks away in God's capable hands, to be lived once – and only once – in sequence, without do-overs or wasted regrets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:32-35&lt;/span&gt; – “His father Isaac asked him, 'Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;'I am your son,' he answered, 'your firstborn, Esau.'&lt;br /&gt;Isaac trembled violently and said, 'Who was it, then, that hunted game and brought it to me? I ate it just before you came and I blessed him – and indeed he will be blessed!'&lt;br /&gt;When Esau heard his father's words, he burst out with a loud and bitter cry and said to his father, 'Bless me – me too, my father!'&lt;br /&gt;But he said, 'Your brother came deceitfully and took your blessing.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe this is the singular moment when Isaac realized how completely he had loved Esau and slighted Jacob. But I'm not sure Isaac regretted his prejudice. I think Isaac realized the totality of blessing he bestowed on the favored son because it left the TRUE Esau without a future – and THAT caused him sorrow. But if Isaac had succeeded in blessing Esau, Jacob would have been left destitute. Would Isaac have cared? Was there now – or would there ever be – any repentance in Isaac's heart for the prejudicial treatment of Jacob?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:36-38&lt;/span&gt; – “Esau said, 'Isn't he rightly named Jacob [figuratively, grasps the heel or he deceives]? He has deceived me these two times: He took my birthright, and now he's taken my blessing!' Then he asked, 'Haven't you reserved any blessing for me?'&lt;br /&gt;Isaac answered Esau, 'I have made him lord over you and have made all his relatives his servants, and I have sustained him with grain and new wine. So what can I possibly do for you, my son?'&lt;br /&gt;Esau said to his father, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have only one blessing, my father?&lt;/span&gt; Bless me too, my father!' Then Esau wept aloud.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems Esau has spent most of his life feeling as if he was Isaac's only son – the manly man, the firstborn, the favored. Suddenly, the idea of Isaac having only ONE isn't so appealing. Esau's worst enemy has taken the ONE treasure. When ONE includes you, ONE seems fine. When ONE excludes you, ONE is pretty awful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:39-40&lt;/span&gt; – “His father Isaac answered [Esau], 'Your dwelling will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;away &lt;/span&gt;from the earth's richness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;away &lt;/span&gt;from the dew of heaven above. You will live by the sword and you will serve your brother. But when you grow restless, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throw his yoke from off your neck&lt;/span&gt;.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No mulligans. No do-overs. No turning back the clock. The ultimate blessing was given to Jacob, and Esau will get the best blessing his father can give him under the circumstances – separation from his brother. Sometimes when we can't do it over, we must do it completely different.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, when no amount of fixing or re-doing will help, please direct those big blunders to innovative endings. Show me when separation becomes the best solution. Let me rest in Your ability to speak louder than my ignorance and work in spite of my mistakes. Remind me at all times that You are all-knowing, all-powerful and perfect in love and wisdom – no matter how big of a mess things have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1924947670455438476?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1924947670455438476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1924947670455438476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1924947670455438476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1924947670455438476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/04/mulligans-do-overs-and-turning-back.html' title='MULLIGANS, DO-OVERS AND TURNING BACK THE CLOCK'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8yXCYNu-BI/AAAAAAAABKs/q_CjhOlH83M/s72-c/DSC02981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3705719474928173891</id><published>2010-04-12T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:11:40.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO UTTERLY KNOW AND BE KNOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8NQ2JxZGZI/AAAAAAAABKc/fQYlknXvEAU/s1600/HPIM2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8NQ2JxZGZI/AAAAAAAABKc/fQYlknXvEAU/s320/HPIM2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459296064569416082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got home from a great weekend at the Oregon Coast with my writers' group. These gals KNOW me. I trust them with more than the words of my manuscript. I trust them with the feelings behind the words, the emotions that arise with long hours hovered over a keyboard. These friends are more than partners in ministry, they help balance my life - practically, emotionally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows YOU best – your likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams? Is it your spouse, a parent, or one of your children? Maybe a best friend or sibling? My mom lives 2,200 miles away, but she can tell by a phone call if I've had a good day, how I'm feeling physically, or if my spirit is weighed down. My daughters, too, can read me well. They look into my eyes and see the emotions behind them. My husband knows me best of all. After witnessing my best and worst days for over a quarter century, he can forecast my mood, my reactions and my opinions. And 98.9% of the time he gets it right. In fact, after 26+ years of marriage, it's harder and harder to keep the mystery alive. So I try to surprise him. At the ten year mark, I revealed my ability to make homemade caramels (Since caramels are his favorite sweet, he was furious that I waited ten years before revealing this hidden talent). At the fifteen year mark, I told him I loved to visit the zoo. We'd never in our married life been to a zoo. He was astonished…and then he took me to a zoo. I waited until we'd enjoyed twenty years of wedded bliss to illustrate ways I had “managed” him all these years. He was utterly shocked and bristled at my male management techniques. Why? Because to be utterly known is a two-edged sword. We can feel a wonderful sense of security and peace, or we can feel extremely vulnerable to the knower. In today's Scripture, poor Isaac was more vulnerable than he realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:14-17&lt;/span&gt; – “So [Jacob] went and got [the two choice young goats] and brought them to his mother, and she prepared some tasty food, just the way his father liked it. Then Rebekah took the best clothes of Esau her older son, which she had in the house, and put them on her younger son Jacob. She also covered his hands and the smooth part of his neck with the goatskins. Then she handed to her son Jacob the tasty food and the bread she had made.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebekah calculated and anticipated every proof of identification her husband might require of Jacob. She knew Isaac well and used that knowing to deceive him completely. When God grants the gift of relationship, and with it gives this level of knowing, there comes a level of responsibility to guard that knowledge and respect the people God has placed in our lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gen. 27:18-20 – “[Jacob] went to his father and said, 'My father.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, my son,' [Isaac] answered. 'Who is it?'&lt;br /&gt;Jacob said to his father, 'I am Esau your firstborn. I have done as you told me. Please sit up and eat some of my game so that you may give me your blessing.'&lt;br /&gt;Isaac asked his son, 'How did you find it so quickly, my son?'&lt;br /&gt;'The LORD your God gave me success,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice Jacob calls Isaac, “My father,” but Isaac replies by asking which son it is. There is no KNOWING of father and son, so Jacob lies easily. On Isaac's second questioning, Jacob includes God in his lie. Was there no quiver in the son's voice? No waiver in his moral bankruptcy? How many years of Jacob's unfulfilled yearning to be known enabled him to stand face-to-face with his blind father and lie in God's presence? A pain so deep is no excuse but perhaps offers an explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gen. 27:21-27 – “Then Isaac said to Jacob, 'Come near so I can touch you, my son,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to know&lt;/span&gt; whether you really are my son Esau or not.'&lt;br /&gt;Jacob went close to his father Isaac, who touched him and said, 'The voice is the voice of Jacob, but the hands are the hands of Esau.'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He did not recognize him&lt;/span&gt;, for his hands were hairy like those of his brother Esau; so he blessed him. 'Are you really my son Esau?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;'I am,' [Jacob] replied.&lt;br /&gt;Then [Isaac] said, 'My son, bring me some of your game to eat, so that I may give you my blessing.' Jacob brought it to him and he ate; and he brought some wine and he drank. Then his father Isaac said to him, 'Come here, my son, and kiss me.'&lt;br /&gt;So he went to him and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;When Isaac caught the smell of his clothes, he blessed him and said, 'Ah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the smell of my son&lt;/span&gt; is like the smell of a field that the LORD has blessed…” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;known)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These verses are incredibly revealing. They tell us Rebekah predicted every detail of Jacob's deception perfectly, precisely. Looking deeper, they reveal that Isaac knew his son, Esau, very well – the feel of his hands, his neck, and even his scent. Focusing deeper still, we see that Isaac knew Jacob, too. He recognized his voice – but he couldn't believe the child he named, “heel grasper” or deceiver, would truly deceive him five times. But Jacob did deceive. And the son Isaac thought he knew…he didn't truly know. Sometimes, the people we think we know, we don't really know. The truth is – only God knows the heart 100% of the time. In our humanness, we must simply go with our best instincts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, people sometimes disappoint and deceive me. I think I know them, and they break my heart. Mend the broken places, and please keep calluses from forming. When I give my heart to others, I want to give it with abandon – as though I'm giving it to You – even if they may hurt me. Because only in loving as You love can I know and be known at the deepest levels of relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3705719474928173891?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3705719474928173891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3705719474928173891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3705719474928173891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3705719474928173891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-utterly-know-and-be-known.html' title='TO UTTERLY KNOW AND BE KNOWN'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S8NQ2JxZGZI/AAAAAAAABKc/fQYlknXvEAU/s72-c/HPIM2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-7511577998882925883</id><published>2010-04-05T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:11:18.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekkah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>THE ORIGINAL DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S7o_FNUk5_I/AAAAAAAABKU/epnBM03NFTM/s1600/R.Andwers1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S7o_FNUk5_I/AAAAAAAABKU/epnBM03NFTM/s320/R.Andwers1982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456743257220638706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One would never guess that this fine, upstanding college student would devise a plan to make a single pair of underwear last for four days. Well, "necessity is the mother of invention," and "desperate times call for desperate measures." So when this guy was in a Texas college, and his mother was 2000+ miles away in Indiana, and he came down with a bad case of the flu - he made it work. With only 2 pair of clean underwear left in his drawer, he improvised. Day 1 - right side out, tag in back. Day 2 - wrong side out, tag in back. Day 3 - right side out, tag in front. Day 4 - wrong side out, tag in front. Day 5 was rewarded with his last pair of clean drawers in the drawer, and the rotation started fresh: right side out, tag in back.... You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been desperate enough to wear dirty underwear? How about staring into an empty coffee pot each morning? What about looking at the last empty wrapper of your chocolate stash? These are all the quirky, amusing “Desperate Housewife” type of stressors, but some of us have experienced true desperation born of real-life struggles. An eviction notice. A pink slip. An empty pillow beside us. These are the morally-numbing, heart-stopping, edge of darkness events that can lead to despair – the precursor to desperation. Wouldn't it be nice if an empty coffee pot and dirty underwear were the closest we ever came to distress? But chances are we'll all be tested at some point in life. So what would you do if life got desperate? How would you insure your safety? Protect your children? Here's how Isaac and the original desperate housewife reacted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:1-4&lt;/span&gt; – “When Isaac was old and his eyes were so weak that he could no longer see, he called for Esau his older son and said to him, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;son.' 'Here I am,' he answered. Isaac said, 'I am now an old man and don't know the day of my death. Now then, get your weapons--your quiver and bow--and go out to the open country to hunt some wild game for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. Prepare me the kind of tasty food &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; like and bring it to me to eat, so that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; may give you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;blessing before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;die.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isaac made no secret of his preferential love for Esau, though his firstborn sold his birthright to Jacob years earlier for a measly bowl of stew. Now believing death is near, Isaac makes a desperate attempt to control HIS family and God's plan, returning the firstborn's blessing to Esau. Desperation causes us to grasp for illusions of control, but the truth is – Isaac lived for another 20-40 years and didn't even need to make such a declaration at this time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:5-10&lt;/span&gt; – “Now Rebekah was listening as Isaac spoke to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;son Esau. When Esau left for the open country to hunt game and bring it back, Rebekah said to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;son Jacob, 'Look, I overheard your father say to your brother Esau, “Bring me some game and prepare me some tasty food to eat, so that I may give you my blessing in the presence of the LORD before I die.” Now, my son, listen carefully and do what I tell you: Go out to the flock and bring me two choice young goats, so I can prepare some tasty food for your father, just the way he likes it. Then take it to your father to eat, so that he may give you his blessing before he dies.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebekah and Isaac had “drawn straws” for their children years ago. Rebekah must have wondered what would become of her and Jacob if Isaac died and Esau gained the inheritance. There were no welfare programs for an elderly woman if Esau cast her aside. And what if her elder son provided for her but killed Jacob for cheating him out of his birthright years ago for the bowl of stew? We can manufacture desperation by the “what if” scenarios we create in our minds. Faith is giving God the “what ifs.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 27:11-13&lt;/span&gt; – “Jacob said to Rebekah his mother, 'But my brother Esau is a hairy man, and I'm a man with smooth skin. What if my father touches me? I would appear to be tricking him and would bring down a curse on myself rather than a blessing.' His mother said to him, 'My son, let the curse fall on me. Just do what I say; go and get them for me.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice Jacob didn't object on moral grounds, just on possible tactical and logistical foul-ups. It seems from this reply that he was okay with the plan as long as they didn't get caught. Desperation weakens our moral sense of responsibility and heightens our sense of self-preservation. Anything that heightens SELF weakens the Spirit that is seeking to expand Christ in us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I have found nothing good in desperation – unless it drives me to You. It drove Isaac to control, Rebekah to deception and Jacob to moral failure. I see fear at the root of all their choices, driving them toward foolish attempts to save themselves. It's so much easier to look at THEM and see the answers, Lord. Help me to take these lessons and apply them to the desperate situations in my life. Those issues when I rush in to take control. When it seems best for everyone that I speak in shades of gray rather than being completely honest (with myself and/or others). When I gloss over the niggling sense of wrong to achieve a greater good. May the only desperation I EVER feel be the desperation to be ever closer to You, Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-7511577998882925883?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7511577998882925883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=7511577998882925883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7511577998882925883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7511577998882925883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/04/original-desperate-housewife.html' title='THE ORIGINAL DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S7o_FNUk5_I/AAAAAAAABKU/epnBM03NFTM/s72-c/R.Andwers1982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-586751329910948219</id><published>2010-03-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:30:09.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troubles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>GARB-EOLOGIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5_mjOWmYDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9RAqUqYJt98/s1600-h/Garbologist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5_mjOWmYDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9RAqUqYJt98/s320/Garbologist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449327566964285490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man pictured at right is a garbologist, one who studies the nature and changing trends of garbage, trash, modern refuse. An archeologist, on the other hand, is one who sifts through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;historical &lt;/span&gt;ruins, finding treasures to inform our present and future. Today, I'm hoping to combine the two fields, creating a new vocation in which we sift through the old garbage in life and find (or create) new treasures! Our goal is to become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garb-eologists&lt;/span&gt;! In order to inspire you, let's start with my life. The first ugly heap arrived Sunday evening, when an airline rep. called to say our Spring Break flight to Florida had been canceled. Instead of arriving at 4:05pm as planned, the airline re-booked us on a later flight arriving at 11pm – in Tampa – which is still a two-hour drive from our destination. Garbage. This was piled atop my past negative experience with this same airline that ripped off the front pocket of my suitcase last year and refused to compensate me for it. Ancient ruins. Digging through the muck, I asked nicely, “Could you try to find us a flight on another airline that would arrive closer to our originally scheduled time?” The rep. actually found two available flights with another airline but on another day. No problem – I'm a burgeoning Garb-eologist! I'll just call our friends the next morning to confirm before I secure the new tickets. When I called the airline the next day to grab the tickets, you guessed it…no flights available except those stupid 11pm flights. Garbage again. So where's the treasure? Most of you are probably saying, “Well, DUH! You're going to Florida!” But when you're elbow deep in the garbage, sometimes it's tough to see the treasure….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:12-16&lt;/span&gt; – “Isaac &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;planted crops&lt;/span&gt; in that land and the same year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reaped a hundredfold&lt;/span&gt;, because the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORD blessed him.&lt;/span&gt; The man &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;became rich&lt;/span&gt;, and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wealth continued to grow&lt;/span&gt; until he became very wealthy. He had so many flocks and herds and servants that the Philistines envied him. So all the wells that his father's servants had dug in the time of his father Abraham, the Philistines stopped up, filling them with earth. Then Abimelech said to Isaac, 'Move away from us; you have become too powerful for us.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's a little exercise that might be good to start. I've highlighted the good things in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold type&lt;/span&gt;, and listed the bad things below.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;BAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philistines envied Isaac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philistines stopped up the old wells Abraham‟s servants had dug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abimelech (King of the Philistines) told Isaac to leave the city of Gerar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sometimes our emotions can give us tunnel vision, shading the good, leaving only a view of the bad. When we take the time to write down the good vs. the bad, it can sometimes put things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:17-22&lt;/span&gt; – “So Isaac moved away from there and encamped in the Valley of Gerar and settled there. Isaac &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reopened the wells&lt;/span&gt; that had been dug in the time of his father Abraham, which the Philistines had stopped up after Abraham died, and he gave them the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; same names his father had given them&lt;/span&gt;. Isaac's servants dug in the valley and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discovered a well of fresh water&lt;/span&gt; there. But the herdsmen of Gerar quarreled with Isaac's herdsmen and said, 'The water is ours!' So he named the well Esek, because they disputed with him. Then they dug another well, but they quarreled over that one also; so he named it Sitnah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He moved on&lt;/span&gt; from there and dug another well, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one quarreled&lt;/span&gt; over it. He named it Rehoboth, saying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Now the LORD&lt;/span&gt; has given us room and we will flourish in the land.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again, I've highlighted in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold type&lt;/span&gt; the treasures in the midst of Isaac's garbage. It was a respectful act that Isaac reopened Abraham's wells; marvelous that God renewed the old wells' flow; a blessing that Isaac's servants found and dug new wells. However, the real treasure came from the next “garbage” heap. When Isaac faced the third confrontation over the well following “Sitnah,” he moved on and finally dug a well that no one quarreled over. It was his PERSISTENCE that became a treasure, which led to the greater treasure – finally involving God in the process! …come to think of it…though Isaac gained a wealth of persistence, what garbage might he have avoided if he called on the LORD first?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:23-25&lt;/span&gt; – “From there he went up to Beersheba. That night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the LORD appeared to him &lt;/span&gt;and said, 'I am the God of your father Abraham. Do not be afraid, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am with you; I will bless you&lt;/span&gt; and will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increase the number of your descendants&lt;/span&gt; for the sake of my servant Abraham.' Isaac built an altar there and called on the name of the LORD . There he pitched his tent, and there his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;servants dug a well&lt;/span&gt;.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again, the good things are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bolded&lt;/span&gt;, but I must admit…my heart aches a little bit for Isaac. I know he should be thankful the Lord appeared to him. I know he should be grateful that God has promised to be with him and to bless him and increase his descendants. But I'm still hurting that God says He's Abraham's God, not Isaac's – and that He's doing it all for Abraham, not Isaac. I'm having a little spiritual pity party on Isaac's behalf, and the garbage heap is getting taller by the minute! I've fallen into the too familiar trap of spiritual envy, wishing my relationship with God was like someone else's. Whether it's 2000 B.C. or 2010 A.D., the temptation toward spiritual envy lurks behind every trash pile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:26-33 &lt;/span&gt;– “Meanwhile, Abimelech had come to him from Gerar, with Ahuzzath his personal adviser and Phicol the commander of his forces. Isaac asked them, 'Why have you come to me, since you were hostile to me and sent me away?' They answered, 'We saw clearly that the LORD was with you; so we said, “There ought to be a sworn agreement between us” – between us and you. Let us make a treaty with you that you will do us no harm, just as we did not molest you but always treated you well and sent you away in peace. And now you are blessed by the LORD.' Isaac then made a feast for them, and they ate and drank. Early the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next morning&lt;/span&gt; the men swore an oath to each other. Then Isaac sent them on their way, and they left him in peace. That day Isaac's servants came and told him about the well they had dug. They said, 'We've found water!' He called it Shibah, and to this day the name of the town has been Beersheba.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all the abuse Isaac had taken from the Philistine herdsmen, he probably could have flung garbage all over Abimelech. Instead, he treated the Philistine king with hospitality and respect, gave himself time to sift through the ruins and find the treasure. And the next morning, Isaac made a friend instead of an enemy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:34-35 &lt;/span&gt;– “When Esau was forty years old, he married Judith daughter of Beeri the Hittite, and also Basemath daughter of Elon the Hittite. They were a source of grief to Isaac and Rebekah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's interesting that Esau's two grievous Canaanite wives are mentioned here like a footnote. A footnote of refuse, I might add. No treasure listed. No children. No joy. Nothing redemptive even later in Scripture. Sometimes there is only garbage; and only grief…and at that point, there is only God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, teach me to be a skilled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garb-eologist&lt;/span&gt; – sifting through both the ancient and modern garbage in my life to find the treasures. In those rare cases, when no treasure can be found, please be my Light and Safe Place in the darkness that threatens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-586751329910948219?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/586751329910948219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=586751329910948219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/586751329910948219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/586751329910948219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/03/garb-eologist.html' title='GARB-EOLOGIST'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5_mjOWmYDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9RAqUqYJt98/s72-c/Garbologist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2117384050132058087</id><published>2010-03-08T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:31:23.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grudge'/><title type='text'>I WOULD NEVER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5WUuOjyoDI/AAAAAAAABJI/WtrSFF4r2yc/s1600-h/eat+your+words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5WUuOjyoDI/AAAAAAAABJI/WtrSFF4r2yc/s320/eat+your+words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446422846277591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you been feeling a little nauseous lately? Perhaps you've been “eating crow,” or maybe munching on “your own words,” or even eating a little “humble pie.” That kind of diet can sure make the stomach churn. We can all cut down on the beleaguered belly-aches by borrowing some moccasins. Let's take some advice from a Native American proverb: “Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins.” We might get a blister or two from living another person's circumstances, but our compassion quotients will soar and our patience points will sky-rocket. Experience builds understanding. I hated watching golf until I tried to hit that stupid white ball into a distant hole. I didn't appreciate great books until I tried to capture a reader's attention for more than one sentence. I never fully understood what incredible parents I had until I tried to raise my own children. Oh, I remember the rebellious vows I thought to myself as a child. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never make my kids take naps.&lt;/span&gt; As a teenager, I stomped in the door at 11pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My children will never have a curfew.&lt;/span&gt; Guess what? My kids took naps and had curfews. But some parent/child issues cut deep and leave gaping wounds in the lifelong relationship. I've often wondered about Isaac's relationship with his father, Abraham. Did that twelve-year-old altar boy grow into an angry adult saying, “I would have never...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:1-3&lt;/span&gt; – “Now there was a famine in the land--besides the earlier famine of Abraham's time--and Isaac went to Abimelech king of the Philistines in Gerar. The LORD appeared to Isaac and said, 'Do not go down to Egypt; live in the land where I tell you to live. Stay in this land for a while, and I will be with you and will bless you. For to you and your descendants I will give all these lands and will confirm the oath I swore to your father Abraham.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During a famine recorded in Gen. 12:10, Abraham (then called Abram) fled to Egypt for survival. A generation later, Isaac stopped in Gerar, which was in southern Canaan – on the way to Egypt. It‟s unclear if God‟s appearance stopped Isaac‟s flight to Egypt or merely confirmed his decision to linger in the Philistines‟ capital. Regardless, this is God‟s first recorded appearance to Isaac, and Abraham‟s son received personal direction and promise from El-Shaddai! How exciting, how fulfilling! Yet I wonder if the holy encounter was at all tarnished by self-satisfaction that he‟d done it “right” – without leaving the land of Promise as his father had? When we compare ourselves to others, we judge; and when we judge, we lose – because Jesus is the only One, perfect Judge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:4-6&lt;/span&gt; – [God said to Isaac] “„I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and will give them all these lands, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abraham &lt;/span&gt;obeyed me and kept my requirements, my commands, my decrees and my laws.‟ So Isaac stayed in Gerar.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In God's infinite understanding, He emphasized that Isaac's future blessing had been secured by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham’s&lt;/span&gt; explicit obedience to God's EVERY requirement, command, decree and law. Had Isaac questioned his father's life of obedience? Think about the decisions in Abraham's life and how they would have affected Isaac. Might even Abraham's son held bitterness in his heart against his father? How often does God ask us to release the past into His all-sufficient hands? Granted, not every decision people around us make is based on godly obedience. However, God HAS promised that every circumstance works for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (Rom. 8:28). Are we then so different than Isaac? We, too, have a promise based on grace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:7&lt;/span&gt; – “When the men of that place asked [Isaac] about his wife, he said, 'She is my sister,' because he was afraid to say, 'She is my wife.' He thought, 'The men of this place might kill me on account of Rebekah, because she is beautiful.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If these words sound oddly familiar, it's because Abraham gave the same answer in the same city for the same reason – one year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;Isaac's birth (Gen. 18-20). This is one of those nauseous, humble pie experiences, when hopefully Isaac was wearing his father's moccasins instead of strutting around saying, “I would never...” Because he most certainly DID tell the same lie. Actually, Sarah was Abraham's half-sister, which meant his was a half-truth. Isaac's was ALL lie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:8-10&lt;/span&gt; – “When Isaac had been there a long time, Abimelech king of the Philistines looked down from a window and saw Isaac caressing his wife Rebekah. So Abimelech summoned Isaac and said, 'She is really your wife! Why did you say, “She is my sister”?' Isaac answered him, 'Because I thought I might lose my life on account of her.' Then Abimelech said, 'What is this you have done to us? One of the men might well have slept with your wife, and you would have brought guilt upon us.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's humiliating to be publicly chastised for our sins, and granted – Isaac should not have lied. But what if my theory is correct, and Isaac had been thinking he was a man above his father's penchant for deception? What if Isaac thought, I would never…and then he did? In such a case, Isaac's first mistake occurred before the lie. His first sin was the spiritual pride of thinking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 26:11&lt;/span&gt; – “So Abimelech gave orders to all the people: 'Anyone who molests this man or his wife shall surely be put to death.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham lied to a Philistine king named Abimelech (Gen. 20). Isaac faces either the same man (over 75 years later) or perhaps his son or grandson. Regardless, Abimelech is wise enough to recognize two things. 1) The God of Abraham and Isaac is mighty enough to protect them – so Abimelech protects them; and 2) being an astute judge of human nature, Abimelech realizes his Philistine people might be angry about the deceptive foreigners and gives strict orders about their safety. He doesn't fall prey to the assumption that his people would never… It's good to be optimistic but not when safety is at stake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I want to have high standards for myself and others, but it can be a sign of pride or presumption to think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would never &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;others would never&lt;/span&gt;…. Give me wisdom to soberly judge myself and others, recognizing Your grace as my only salvation and Your power as the ultimate source of justice for wrongs – past or present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2117384050132058087?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2117384050132058087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2117384050132058087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2117384050132058087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2117384050132058087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-would-never.html' title='I WOULD NEVER...'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5WUuOjyoDI/AAAAAAAABJI/WtrSFF4r2yc/s72-c/eat+your+words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1772370801316506947</id><published>2010-03-04T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:03:07.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIN PLACES - by Mary DeMuth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5Abzka5sHI/AAAAAAAABJA/jyb44RgCXGQ/s1600-h/thin_places.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5Abzka5sHI/AAAAAAAABJA/jyb44RgCXGQ/s320/thin_places.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444882522254717042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Occasionally, I meet a new friend on my publishing adventure. Such is the case with Mary DeMuth, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thin Places&lt;/span&gt;, a Zondervan, Feb. 2010 release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we've never actually "met," after reading her poignant memoir, I feel as if Mary has guided me through some very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thin places&lt;/span&gt; of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thin places," according to this incredible woman, are: "snatches of time, moments really, when we sense God intersecting our world in tangible, unmistakable ways." Mary bravely shares her "thin places" - painful memories from a traumatic and disturbing childhood in a broken home and unstable environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Folks may wonder why I've spent all this time looking back," says Mary, "...Jesus says truth sets people free. This is my way of doing that - of telling the stark truth on the page so others can be set free." Her desire to see readers set free from their family secrets went a step further than writing her memoir. In February of 2009, Mary launched a blog for readers to anonymously confide their family secrets. The blog was featured on "Christianity Today's" blog, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her.meneutics&lt;/span&gt;. For more information, go to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://blog.myfamilysecrets.org&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mary risks the honest disclosure of her worst heartaches, we as readers are privileged to see God's best healing. Many personal stories get stuck in the dark details without ever moving onto the victory that comes through Jesus Christ. Not so with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thin Places&lt;/span&gt;. Mary DeMuth gives us enough glimpses of joy and conquest amid her battles to demonstrate a conquering Savior. When I turned the final page of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thin Places&lt;/span&gt;, I had a renewed sense that my God is bigger than the bullies of this life. He's even bigger than the boogey man that lurks in my own mind. Now, that's a big God! And this is a good book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1772370801316506947?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1772370801316506947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1772370801316506947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1772370801316506947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1772370801316506947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/03/thin-places-by-mary-demuth.html' title='THIN PLACES - by Mary DeMuth'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S5Abzka5sHI/AAAAAAAABJA/jyb44RgCXGQ/s72-c/thin_places.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-619465948559819838</id><published>2010-03-01T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:34:12.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esau'/><title type='text'>HAIRY AND HEEL-BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S4wiFfNKrHI/AAAAAAAABI4/1S3G8PDqVlE/s1600-h/babyBigTeeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S4wiFfNKrHI/AAAAAAAABI4/1S3G8PDqVlE/s320/babyBigTeeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443763527255501938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he shall be called, "&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="big teeth" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;שיניים גדולות&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." (That's "Big Teeth" for my non-Hebrew speaking friends.) Can you imagine if we named our children according to what they looked like at birth? Did you ever give much thought to the names of your someday-children – you know, when you were still a kid yourself? One of my daughters has had the number of children, their genders and their names mapped out since she was nine years-old. When I asked if perhaps she should find a husband first, she assured me that her someday-husband would be informed of the children's names before they were married. “He can name any extras,” she added. I smiled and nodded. What could I say? She inherited the baby-naming gene from her father. He heard “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” read aloud as a youth and fell madly in love with the name, Katrina Van Tassel – then and there deciding his firstborn daughter's name would be Katrina. I suppose I should be thankful he didn't want to make her middle name “Van Tassel.” Hmmmm. I'm extremely thankful we didn't have a boy named Ichabod. When our second daughter came along, we used a much more scientific method of naming. I stomped my foot and insisted that it was my turn to name her since my husband named the first one. He agreed much too quickly, leaving me full of bluster and empty-headed. I'd always liked the name “Emily” and didn't know anyone by that name, so we went with it. So which is better/worse? Intentional planning or seat-of-the-pants gestures? Read on, and answer after you read about Isaac's and Rebekah's twin boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:24-26&lt;/span&gt; – “When the time came for [Rebekah] to give birth, there were twin boys in her womb. The first to come out was red, and his whole body was like a hairy garment; so they named him Esau. After this, his brother came out, with his hand grasping Esau's heel; so he was named Jacob. Isaac was sixty years old when Rebekah gave birth to them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'd think by age sixty, Isaac would have learned to call on God when so much of this culture's character was built on their names; but God's involvement is not mentioned. Esau means, “hairy.” Jacob means, “he grasps the heel;” figuratively, “he deceives.” Can you hear Rebekah calling the boys for lunch? “Come on, Hairy and Heel-Boy, your lentil stew is getting cold!” Maybe more accurately: “Hairy and my little liar, get in here!” A single decision can affect entire lifetimes – ours and others. The words we choose can build and/or destroy character. Why not stop and consult the Creator before our words create lasting regret?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:27-28&lt;/span&gt; – “The boys grew up, and Esau became a skillful hunter, a man of the open country, while Jacob was a quiet man, staying among the tents. Isaac, who had a taste for wild game, loved Esau, but Rebekah loved Jacob.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think Isaac and Rebekah sat down one night, when the twins were infants, and said, “Okay, you love this one, and I'll love that one?” Isaac's love for Esau grew out of his own selfish appetite, and don't you imagine Rebekah's love for Jacob grew from their extended time together in camp? Life happened to this family. Love grew wild, haphazardly – unattended. When life happens unintentionally, sin enters proportionately. I've heard it said, “We can't choose who we love.” Perhaps. But we can make smart choices about how we spend our time, and we can be intentional about showing love to those the Lord has placed in our lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:29-34&lt;/span&gt; – “Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished. He said to Jacob, 'Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I'm famished!' (That is why he was also called Edom.) Jacob replied, 'First sell me your birthright.' 'Look, I am about to die,' Esau said. 'What good is the birthright to me?' But Jacob said, 'Swear to me first.' So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob. Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew. He ate and drank, and then got up and left. So Esau &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despised &lt;/span&gt;his birthright.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though it's difficult for our Western culture to fully understand the ancient Middle-Eastern concept of birthright, here are a few of the perks Esau conceded to his brother for a bowl of lentil stew:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A unique “firstborn” standing before God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second only to his parents in honor among those in camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A double portion of their father's inheritance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Governing the family upon his father's death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serving as the priest or God-representative of the family (http://studylight.org/com/acc/view.cgi?book=ge&amp;amp;chapter=25&amp;amp;verse=34#Ge25_34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob hit the jackpot for his bean-soup recipe! Of the four characters in today's devotional, Jacob seems to be the only one showing some intentionality – misguided though it may be. But wait – who taught Jacob the importance of the birthright? Perhaps Ima Rebekah wasn't as “unintentional” as I accused her of being. Hmmm. Did Esau's nonchalant attitude come from Isaac's lack of spiritual emphasis/training, or was it because of an innate character flaw? Esau's underlying reason for the choice is uncertain, but his attitude is clearly stated. Esau DESPISED, DISDAINED, REGARDED WITH CONTEMPT something God considered holy, and his decision would echo through generations and nations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lord, open my eyes to see those things in my life, in my world – in me – that are precious in Your sight. Teach me NOT to despise what You count as holy but to treasure it, intentionally tend it and carefully guard it. Help me pause before a decision, enabling me to see the scope and breadth of its reaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-619465948559819838?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/619465948559819838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=619465948559819838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/619465948559819838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/619465948559819838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/03/hairy-and-heel-boy.html' title='HAIRY AND HEEL-BOY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S4wiFfNKrHI/AAAAAAAABI4/1S3G8PDqVlE/s72-c/babyBigTeeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1485534027675254178</id><published>2010-02-22T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:10:36.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ishmael'/><title type='text'>SLIP-SLIDING AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64b230c699d06303" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64b230c699d06303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533639%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55B45452983012BC5165139693AC27C61AFC5CB5.32EBB841BDE660D4B0760ED48B12D45BD70E78FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64b230c699d06303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlqgT6cd2xNqnyIFdwbNCWiq_EA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64b230c699d06303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331533639%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55B45452983012BC5165139693AC27C61AFC5CB5.32EBB841BDE660D4B0760ED48B12D45BD70E78FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64b230c699d06303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlqgT6cd2xNqnyIFdwbNCWiq_EA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about this video is that someone is sitting in a cozy house watching the whole thing, and the poor schmuck in the minivan has no idea their traumatic event is being captured on youtube for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been the poor schmuck in the minivan and felt the world shift into a sort of instantaneous slow-motion? At the first sign of a skid, your mind has time to think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m losing control. Can I steer out of the slide? Right or left? Should I apply the brakes? No way! I wonder if I’m going to roll my car, hit another vehicle, walk away unharmed? Maybe I’m going to die today. Shucks, I was looking forward to lunch. &lt;/span&gt;Now, in my experience, at this point, your car has inevitably stopped its erratic journey into whatever ditch or immovable object awaited. And then – silence. Squealing tires cease. Screaming (probably your own) stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this process well because I've done it twice as a driver and once as a passenger. To be honest, the passenger experience was a much calmer ride. It was midnight on Christmas Eve, and Roy was driving. We were traveling from our home in northern Indiana to his folks' house in Indianapolis (3 hours away) in a blinding snowstorm. There we were, the only minivan on a deserted state road at midnight – without any tracks to show us where the road curved. When the slide started, our van went sideways down a slight embankment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, probably going into a cornfield&lt;/span&gt;, I thought. Snow was flying. Around we go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if the snow will cover up the van compl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etely. Sure am glad we have blankets&lt;/span&gt;. Still sliding. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll bet we’ll have to go to the bathroom out here in this stupid field&lt;/span&gt;. Finally, we stopped. Roy and I looked back at our two daughters, their eyes as big as saucer sleds. “Are we going to starve to death before someone finds us out here?” one of the girls asked. Guess we know what she was thinking. What do you think when your life begins to take a slide? Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think Isaac might have felt like this when his life was beginning to slide out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:1-6&lt;/span&gt; – “Abraham took another wife, whose name was Keturah. She bore him Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak and Shuah. Jokshan was the father of Sheba and Dedan; the descendants of Dedan were the Asshurites, the Letushites and the Leummites. The sons of Midian were Ephah, Epher, Hanoch, Abida and Eldaah. All these were descendants of Keturah. Abraham left everything he owned to Isaac. But while he was still living, he gave gifts to the sons of his concubines and sent them away from his son Isaac to the land of the east.”&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God told Abraham that Isaac was to be his son of Promise. So why did Abraham take another wife and have other children? Scripture never records WHEN Abraham made this fateful decision or WHY. Nor does it record Isaac's reaction to his father's marriage or the “gifts” Abraham gave to Keturah's sons. How would you feel knowing you were God's first choice, but not your father's? Did Isaac feel his life was beginning to slide out of control?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:7-11&lt;/span&gt; – “Altogether, Abraham lived a hundred and seventy-five years. Then Abraham breathed his last and died at a good old age, an old man and full of years; and he was gathered to his people. His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah near Mamre, in the field of Ephron son of Zohar the Hittite, the field Abraham had bought from the Hittites. There Abraham was buried with his wife Sarah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Abraham's death, God blessed&lt;/span&gt; his son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;, who then lived near Beer Lahai Roi.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During this time in history, people were buried the same day they died. That means Ishmael and Isaac must have already been with Abraham or at least have been within a day's camel-ride of Machpelah. Remember, no quick flights on El-Al or Lufthansa! And, by the way, when did Ishmael ride back into the picture? Imagine what Isaac felt when his long-lost older brother arrived at Father Abraham's death-bed. Did he play out every awful scenario during “the slide” or did he wait faithfully for God's blessing to emerge after his father's death?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:12-18&lt;/span&gt; – “This is the account of Abraham's son Ishmael, whom Sarah's maidservant, Hagar the Egyptian, bore to Abraham. These are the names of the sons of Ishmael, listed in the order of their birth: Nebaioth the firstborn of Ishmael, Kedar, Adbeel, Mibsam, Mishma, Dumah, Massa, Hadad, Tema, Jetur, Naphish and Kedemah. These were the sons of Ishmael, and these are the names of the twelve tribal rulers according to their settlements and camps. Altogether, Ishmael lived a hundred and thirty-seven years. He breathed his last and died, and he was gathered to his people. His descendants settled in the area from Havilah to Shur, near the border of Egypt, as you go toward Asshur. And they lived in hostility toward all their brothers.”&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that we have a complete record of Ishmael's sons tells us that Isaac was well aware of not only their names but also the locations of their settlements and camps. Notice Ishmael has twelve sons that grow to twelve tribes marked by a penchant toward violence. Imagine Isaac (age 75), standing with his two sons (approx. 15 years-old) and Rebekah at Abraham's grave. Beside them – behind them – all around them...the twelve hostile Ishmaelite tribes. Would you fear for your children's inheritance? Their lives? Are you feeling Isaac's slide turn into a spin?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 25:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19-23&lt;/span&gt; – “This is the account of Abraham's son Isaac. Abraham became the father of Isaac, and Isaac was forty years old when he married Rebekah daughter of Bethuel the Aramean from Paddan Aram and sister of Laban the Aramean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac prayed to the LORD on behalf of his wife&lt;/span&gt;, because she was barren. The LORD answered his prayer, and his wife Rebekah became pregnant. The babies jostled each other within her, and she said, 'Why is this happening to me?' So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she went to inquire of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he LORD&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORD said to her&lt;/span&gt;, 'Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples from within you will be separated; one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wife barren! Sliding, spinning out of control! What does Isaac do? He prays...on behalf of his barren wife. YOU GO, MAN! And what does Rebekah do when pregnancy turns out to be not as fun as she anticipated? She prays. YOU GO, WOMAN! Slide stops. All is silent. And then what does God do, when a hormonal, hurting, woman prays? He answers HER, speaks to HER. YOU GO, GOD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, in the midst of a slide, my focus is too often on the whirling earthly things around me. The betrayals, disappointments and fears are exhausting; and quite frankly, terrifying. Help me to close my eyes and focus on You instead of my circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1485534027675254178?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1485534027675254178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1485534027675254178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1485534027675254178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1485534027675254178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/02/slip-sliding-away.html' title='SLIP-SLIDING AWAY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3552014769795794641</id><published>2010-02-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:38:46.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOSS OF THAT DECISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3iwuaX89BI/AAAAAAAABIw/NiKBcycYstg/s1600-h/Family+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3iwuaX89BI/AAAAAAAABIw/NiKBcycYstg/s320/Family+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438290861450130450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our children learned at an early age that they were free to choose in some situations, but in other circumstances, Roy and I made the final decision. Trina, our strong-willed firstborn, tested this theory before she could speak. Through grunts and stomps and red-faced tantrums, we discovered our precious cherub didn‟t necessarily appreciate our attempts to guide her hands away from poisonous plants and grandma's fine china. And after I was christened repeatedly with strained spinach, I learned children choose when they swallow and when they don‟t. Then came the curly, blonde-haired second daughter, Emily – or “The Little General” as she became known. Her demands were soothed by fluttering blue eyes and rosy-red cheeks that even her big sister couldn't resist. But the line had to be drawn, so when the girls were five and three, Daddy sat them down for a serious talk. “You two get to make some decisions – like how to dress your dolls and what toys to play with. But Mommy and I get to make other decisions – like what you eat and when you go to bed.” Well, this news wasn‟t at all popular. “I want to decide what I eat!” The girls‟ shrill whines created a stereo effect that could almost split a crystal goblet. And my husband – the great orator – uttered some of his most famous words. “Well, you're not the boss of that decision.” Wow. I can't recount the number of times our daughters have heard that phrase during their lives. In fact, they're twenty-four and twenty-two now, living on their own, and we still say it when they come home for Christmas. It's just a one-size-fits-all phrase that, quite frankly, they hate as much now as they did when they were five and three. I know I hate that phrase, when my Heavenly Father says it to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:28-33&lt;/span&gt; – “The girl [Rebekah] ran and told her mother's household about these things. Now Rebekah had a brother named Laban, and he hurried out to the man at the spring. As soon as he had seen the nose ring, and the bracelets on his sister's arms, and had heard Rebekah tell what the man said to her, he went out to the man and found him standing by the camels near the spring. 'Come, you who are blessed by the LORD,' he said. 'Why are you standing out here? I have prepared the house and a place for the camels.' So the man went to the house, and the camels were unloaded. Straw and fodder were brought for the camels, and water for him and his men to wash their feet. Then food was set before him, but he said, 'I will not eat until I have told you what I have to say.' 'Then tell us,' Laban said.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of those reading this devotional are above the age of “obeying your parents,” and we don't live in a culture of submission like Rebekah's. Still, we are all under the authority of someone or something that usurps our control at some level. A boss, a spouse, a government, a circumstance – and if nothing else, the simple aging of our bodies goes on without our consent or approval. We, like Rebekah, must wait and watch as a metaphorical brother, father or mother listen to another decide our fate. The question becomes, how does Rebekah react when she's not the boss of that decision? More importantly – how do you and I react, when we have no control?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:34-41&lt;/span&gt; – “So he said, 'I am Abraham's servant. The LORD has blessed my master abundantly, and he has become wealthy. He has given him sheep and cattle, silver and gold, menservants and maidservants, and camels and donkeys. My master's wife Sarah has borne him a son in her old age, and he has given him everything he owns. And my master made me swear an oath, and said, “You must not get a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites, in whose land I live, but go to my father's family and to my own clan, and get a wife for my son.” Then I asked my master, “What if the woman will not come back with me?” He replied, “The LORD, before whom I have walked, will send his angel with you and make your journey a success, so that you can get a wife for my son from my own clan and from my father's family. Then, when you go to my clan, you will be released from my oath even if they refuse to give her to you--you will be released from my oath.”'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Rebekah had hoped to stay in Aram with her family – she heard with her own ears – her family could have refused the servant's proposal and kept her. If her family wanted her more than the gold, grain and gifts dripping off the camels. Or...she could consider the honor and prestige such a marriage would bring to her family's household. Rebekah could read many things into her family's decision – good or bad. She couldn't choose her fate, but she could choose to dwell on the positive or negative aspects of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:42-51&lt;/span&gt; – “'When I came to the spring today, I said, “O LORD, God of my master Abraham, if you will, please grant success to the journey on which I have come. See, I am standing beside this spring; if a maiden comes out to draw water and I say to her, 'Please let me drink a little water from your jar,' and if she says to me, 'Drink, and I'll draw water for your camels too,' let her be the one the LORD has chosen for my master's son.” 'Before I finished praying in my heart, Rebekah came out, with her jar on her shoulder. She went down to the spring and drew water, and I said to her, “Please give me a drink.” 'She quickly lowered her jar from her shoulder and said, “Drink, and I'll water your camels too.” So I drank, and she watered the camels also. 'I asked her, “Whose daughter are you?” 'She said, “The daughter of Bethuel son of Nahor, whom Milcah bore to him.” 'Then I put the ring in her nose and the bracelets on her arms, and I bowed down and worshiped the LORD. I praised the LORD, the God of my master Abraham, who had led me on the right road to get the granddaughter of my master's brother for his son. Now if you will show kindness and faithfulness to my master, tell me; and if not, tell me, so I may know which way to turn." Laban &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Bethuel answered&lt;/span&gt;, 'This is from the LORD; we can say nothing to you one way or the other. Here is Rebekah; take her and go, and let her become the wife of your master's son, as the LORD has directed.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rebekah's father has been absent throughout. He finally shows up, proclaims God made the decision, so he has no responsibility for the outcome...authority without blow-back if something goes wrong. "God told me to do it, so blame Him!" This is a tough one to guard against bitterness. Still, we must. Because…we're simply not the boss of that decision. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave it to God and others to mete out justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:52-54&lt;/span&gt; – “When Abraham's servant heard what they said, he bowed down to the ground before the LORD. Then the servant brought out gold and silver jewelry and articles of clothing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gave them to Rebekah&lt;/span&gt;; he also gave costly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gifts to her brother and to her mother.&lt;/span&gt; Then he and the men who were with him ate and drank and spent the night there. When they got up the next morning, he said, 'Send me on my way to my master.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis&lt;/span&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that Abraham's servant did not give gifts to Rebekah's father. A seemingly unusual “oversight” for the culture, I would think…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:55-58&lt;/span&gt; – “But her brother and her mother replied, 'Let the girl remain with us ten days or so; then you may go.' But he said to them, 'Do not detain me, now that the LORD has granted success to my journey. Send me on my way so I may go to my master.' Then they said, 'Let's call the girl and ask her about it.' So they called Rebekah and asked her, 'Will you go with this man?' 'I will go,' she said.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally! Something Rebekah gets to decide! She had waited patiently, silently, submissively; and when her time came, she was ready to move in God's direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, may it be so with me. Give me the grace to wait for Your justice and show humility in the presence of those in authority over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3552014769795794641?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3552014769795794641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3552014769795794641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3552014769795794641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3552014769795794641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/02/boss-of-that-decision.html' title='THE BOSS OF THAT DECISION'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3iwuaX89BI/AAAAAAAABIw/NiKBcycYstg/s72-c/Family+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5581739598787129232</id><published>2010-02-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:30:02.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebekah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seeking God&apos;s will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s direction'/><title type='text'>GPS OR GOD‟S DIRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3BUI3ze9gI/AAAAAAAABIg/Ik4f5dCe0nw/s1600-h/OUR+NEW+HOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3BUI3ze9gI/AAAAAAAABIg/Ik4f5dCe0nw/s320/OUR+NEW+HOUSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435937261631763970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was enthralled the first time I heard a GPS device offer directional advice from the dashboard of a car. We were in Vancouver, Washington, touring seventy-five homes with our saintly real estate agent (bless her patient soul). Since she was a little directionally challenged (and was driving compulsive house-shopping clients all over Creation), her hubby encouraged her to purchase a Garmin GPS. Notice, directionally challenged, and remember a GPS can only do so much. Thus we learned the term “recalculating.” Each time we made the slightest deviation from the GPS route, we heard a disgusted rendition of the device's audio say, “Recalculating.” Some route changes were planned – as simple as a bathroom break at a road-side convenience store. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recalculating&lt;/span&gt;.” Other turns were a misinterpretation of the instructions. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recalculating&lt;/span&gt;.” Sometimes our real estate agent simply knew a better route to our destination – in which case we would listen to repeated, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recalculating, recalculating, recalculating&lt;/span&gt;…” Until finally, we turned off the all-knowing voice. Since that first encounter with a GPS, I've often wished I had a spiritual GPS – a device that would give undeniably clear directions from God for my life. Or do I want that? Would I think I knew a better route and turn off the All-Knowing Voice? As Abraham enters the twilight of his life, he seems to have discovered his spiritual GPS…and passed it onto his servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:1-4 &lt;/span&gt;– “Abraham was now old and well advanced in years, and the LORD had blessed him in every way. He said to the chief servant in his household, the one in charge of all that he had, 'Put your hand under my thigh. I want you to swear by the LORD, the God of heaven and the God of earth, that you will not get a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites, among whom I am living, but will go to my country and my own relatives and get a wife for my son Isaac.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham realized the importance of filling the Promised Land with HIS SEED – which meant keeping that seed pure, not mixing it with the Canaanite people whose land God was giving him. He realized Isaac needed a wife, but he couldn't be the one to make the trip – either because of his aging physical limitations or other responsibilities that kept him in Canaan. Most likely, Sarah's death had an impact on this decision as well. For Abe and for us, when God's nudge of discomfort meets God's time to move, it's as if a veil lifts from our eyes, and we see a path ahead. Perhaps a rocky path, but a path nonetheless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:5-9&lt;/span&gt; – “The servant asked him, 'What if the woman is unwilling to come back with me to this land? Shall I then take your son back to the country you came from?' 'Make sure that you do not take my son back there,' Abraham said. 'The LORD, the God of heaven, who brought me out of my father's household and my native land and who spoke to me and promised me on oath, saying, “To your offspring I will give this land”--He will send His angel before you so that you can get a wife for my son from there. If the woman is unwilling to come back with you, then you will be released from this oath of mine. Only do not take my son back there.' So the servant put his hand under the thigh of his master Abraham and swore an oath to him concerning this matter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The servant's concern was valid. Neither he nor Abraham knew HOW God would accomplish this task! Abraham set God-prompted parameters, not self-motivated preferences on his servant's mission. Abe knew Isaac was to dwell in Canaan and would not let the yearning for his son's marriage cloud the bigger issue of God's promise. Similarly, if we establish early boundaries based on the certainty of God's Word, rather than our own selfish desires, we can avoid hard choices down the road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:10-11&lt;/span&gt; – “Then the servant took ten of his master's camels and left, taking with him all kinds of good things from his master. He set out for Aram Naharaim and made his way to the town of Nahor. He had the camels kneel down near the well outside the town; it was toward evening, the time the women go out to draw water.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seems simple, right? Set the camel GPS for “Abraham's relatives” and let it go? Nope. No electronic gadgets, just supernatural navigation. The servant prepared for God to move (took ten camels packed with “good things”) and then placed himself in the logical path of God's plan (in a town named after Abraham's brother, by the well where women came every evening). The Lord provided wealth and wisdom, and then He expected Abraham and his servant to use it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:12-14&lt;/span&gt; – “Then he prayed, 'O LORD, God of my master Abraham, give me success today, and show kindness to my master Abraham. See, I am standing beside this spring, and the daughters of the townspeople are coming out to draw water. May it be that when I say to a girl, “Please let down your jar that I may have a drink,” and she says, “Drink, and I'll water your camels too”--let her be the one you have chosen for your servant Isaac. By this I will know that you have shown kindness to my master.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The servant prayed WITH heavenly guidance FOR heavenly guidance. He could pray specifically, because he had seen Abraham's God answer specifically. When the other “steps” in our process have been guided by the Spirit's prompts, this prayer for specific guidance flows naturally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:15-25&lt;/span&gt; – “Before he had finished praying, Rebekah came out with her jar on her shoulder. She was the daughter of Bethuel son of Milcah, who was the wife of Abraham's brother Nahor. The girl was very beautiful, a virgin; no man had ever lain with her. She went down to the spring, filled her jar and came up again. The servant hurried to meet her and said, 'Please give me a little water from your jar.' 'Drink, my lord,' she said, and quickly lowered the jar to her hands and gave him a drink. After she had given him a drink, she said, 'I'll draw water for your camels too, until they have finished drinking.' So she quickly emptied her jar into the trough, ran back to the well to draw more water, and drew enough for all his camels. Without saying a word, the man watched her closely to learn whether or not the LORD had made his journey successful. When the camels had finished drinking, the man took out a gold nose ring weighing a beka and two gold bracelets weighing ten shekels. Then he asked, 'Whose daughter are you? Please tell me, is there room in your father‟s house for us to spend the night?' She answered him, 'I am the daughter of Bethuel, the son that Milcah bore to Nahor.' And she added, 'We have plenty of straw and fodder, as well as room for you to spend the night.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though we experience a rush of excitement at God's supernatural direction, we must still patiently watch and wait for God to fulfill His plan. Rebecca needed to water ALL the camels. Then, there were the proper cultural channels to be honored. Moving in God's direction is exciting! Confirmation of God's direction is exhilarating! But waiting patiently for more of God's direction is never-ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 24:26-27&lt;/span&gt; – “Then the man bowed down and worshiped the LORD, saying, 'Praise be to the LORD, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God of my master&lt;/span&gt; Abraham, who has not abandoned his kindness and faithfulness to my master. As for me, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORD has led me&lt;/span&gt; on the journey to the house of my master's relatives.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham's determination that the Lord would find a wife for his son was a testimony to his servant, but the greatest testimony was God's personal faithfulness to the servant's own prayers. Hearing other people's stories of victory and answered prayer is a wonderful motivator for your faith, but nothing compares to the personal experience of God's hand reaching into your own life – when you know He's calling you personally to take that step in faith and then He lifts the path to meet your feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I want to KNOW when it's time for that step. Show me what parameters to place on my journey and the specific requests to make. I will wait patiently Jehovah-Jireh, my Provider, to hear, to pray, to react and then to worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5581739598787129232?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5581739598787129232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5581739598787129232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5581739598787129232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5581739598787129232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/02/gps-or-gods-direction.html' title='GPS OR GOD‟S DIRECTION'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S3BUI3ze9gI/AAAAAAAABIg/Ik4f5dCe0nw/s72-c/OUR+NEW+HOUSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4433939804190608025</id><published>2010-02-01T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:09:50.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITHFUL PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S2dOozsG66I/AAAAAAAABIY/WD1SjUfZfpU/s1600-h/EMILY+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S2dOozsG66I/AAAAAAAABIY/WD1SjUfZfpU/s320/EMILY+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433397938422737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I know this may be a little unsettling for some, but my husband and I accompanied our daughters when they got matching tattoos. Now, before you roll your eyes or snarl your lip at our lackadaisical parenting, let me say that our girls are young women, ages twenty-four and twenty-two. They were determined to get the tattoos whether we attended the event or not. Truth be told, I was a little more enthusiastic about it than my hubby, but we both realized the importance of our presence at the monumental occasion. Why monumental, you ask? Because these tattoos weren't just a whim or sudden burst of childish rebellion. They were a deeply contemplated decision of life-long sisterly commitment. Trina and Emily chose to have a phrase from an E.E. Cummings poem, “I Carry Your Heart,” tattooed on the left ribcage, just below their hearts. If you've ever had a tattoo, you know that choosing a body placement where bone is close to the skin – and little “meat” between them – is the most painful. They, too, knew this, but they also felt compelled by the sentiment and their dedication to each other as sisters. Sometimes FAITHFULNESS simply outweighs the immediate pain. And as Roy and I held our daughters' hands through the process, we watched them live out the truth that faithful pain creates lovely memories…and the tattoos turned out kind of cool, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 23:1-4&lt;/span&gt; – “Sarah lived to be a hundred and twenty-seven years old. She died at Kiriath Arba (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Abraham went to mourn for Sarah&lt;/span&gt; and to weep over her. Then Abraham rose from beside his dead wife and spoke to the Hittites. He said, 'I am an alien and a stranger among you. Sell me some property for a burial site here so I can bury my dead.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scripture doesn't say why Sarah was in Hebron and Abraham had to GO THERE to mourn for her. Was she on a journey and died on the way? Or did they live separately – Sarah in Hebron, Abraham in Beersheba (Gen. 22:19)? If they lived separately, why? And how long had it been since Abraham had seen her? Many questions remain unanswered in Scripture, but we do know this. Abraham was FAITHFUL – even in his pain – to pursue ownership of God's promised land. He searched for that glimmer of hope in his darkness. Perhaps it was even the shove of grief that moved him to ask for the first possession of God's promise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 23:5-9 &lt;/span&gt;– “The Hittites replied to Abraham, 'Sir, listen to us. You are a mighty prince among us. Bury your dead in the choicest of our tombs. None of us will refuse you his tomb for burying your dead.' Then Abraham rose and bowed down before the people of the land, the Hittites. He said to them, 'If you are willing to let me bury my dead, then listen to me and intercede with Ephron son of Zohar on my behalf so he will sell me the cave of Machpelah, which belongs to him and is at the end of his field. Ask him to sell it to me for the full price as a burial site among you.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hittites first answer seemed generous but was in fact a honeyed refusal of Abraham's appeal to purchase land in Canaan. Abraham could have acquiesced and – in his pain – submitted to the seemingly kind offer and remained a squatter in Canaan, not an owner of God's promises. Instead, he pressed for more – did the uncomfortable business now – though it took more emotional energy. In doing so, he no doubt avoided future squabbles for his family burials, and he secured God's ultimate blessing and best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 23:10-16&lt;/span&gt; – “Ephron the Hittite was sitting among his people and he replied to Abraham in the hearing of all the Hittites who had come to the gate of his city. 'No, my lord,' he said. 'Listen to me; I give you the field, and I give you the cave that is in it. I give it to you in the presence of my people. Bury your dead.' Again Abraham bowed down before the people of the land and he said to Ephron in their hearing, 'Listen to me, if you will. I will pay the price of the field. Accept it from me so I can bury my dead there.' Ephron answered Abraham, 'Listen to me, my lord; the land is worth four hundred shekels of silver, but what is that between me and you? Bury your dead.' Abraham agreed to Ephron's terms and weighed out for him the price he had named in the hearing of the Hittites: four hundred shekels of silver, according to the weight current among the merchants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at the progression. Abraham asked Hittite elders for “some” land to bury Sarah. When he asked to buy a specific cave on a man's property, that man “happened” to be in the crowd, and Abraham suddenly found himself purchasing the entire field. It was a struggle, yes. At a time of mourning, when he should have been able to simply concentrate on grieving. But life seldom allows us to compartmentalize, and we're often required to be faithful even in our pain…like Abraham.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 23:17-20&lt;/span&gt; – “So Ephron's field in Machpelah near Mamre--both the field and the cave in it, and all the trees within the borders of the field--was deeded to Abraham as his property in the presence of all the Hittites who had come to the gate of the city. Afterward Abraham buried his wife Sarah in the cave in the field of Machpelah near Mamre (which is at Hebron) in the land of Canaan. So the field and the cave in it were deeded to Abraham by the Hittites as a burial site.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God promised that Abraham and his descendants would possess the land of Canaan. The fulfillment of that promise began with Sarah's burial site – and Abraham's grief. Sometimes the initiation of God's greatest blessings begins with our deepest pain. Remaining faithful through the pain reaps not only the fulfillment of God's promise, but also His pleasure in the process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I can't live in a sin-sick world without being stung by pain. I'm so grateful that I can turn to You for comfort and guidance in the midst of it. However, at the end of the day, I must make the choice to remain faithful. Faithful to ask for Your help, when I have no strength left. Faithful to ask for Your wisdom, when I have no answers. Faithful to be silent in Your arms, when I can only weep. I adore You, my Beloved, my Yahweh, my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4433939804190608025?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4433939804190608025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4433939804190608025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4433939804190608025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4433939804190608025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/02/faithful-pain.html' title='FAITHFUL PAIN'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S2dOozsG66I/AAAAAAAABIY/WD1SjUfZfpU/s72-c/EMILY+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2828758149867298486</id><published>2010-01-18T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:16:26.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEALOUS OR JOYOUS</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S1Sicbnh-3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/u6a0OQtfcDQ/s1600-h/HPIM2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S1Sicbnh-3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/u6a0OQtfcDQ/s320/HPIM2562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142060221889394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into every sunny day, a little rain must fall" - or so I've heard. Well, on our recent cruise, we had no rain, but in the beautiful Mexican Riviera town of Mazatlan, an iguana just fell into my arms! (Not really, but the man with the iguana was very insistent that we have our pictures taken with the slithery beast) My point is, even in the midst of great blessing, our minds can slither into the negative aspects of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was pedaling away on our stationary bicycle this morning, my husband handed me a magazine and said, “You should read this article. The interview with the university president's wife reminded me a lot of you.” With some fear and trepidation, I began reading the article about a woman who had written several novels and loved to read. She was well-spoken and supported her husband in word and deed. I finished the article and set aside the magazine. Legs pumping my recumbent bike, I fumed: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy, I wish I had her education, her way with words. I wish I was as well-read, well-published and as elegant in an interview as she. That woman has so much more ability and energy because she’s not limited by physical illness like I am. And to top it all off – she’s much prettier and definitely skinnier than me&lt;/span&gt;. That president's wife had it all together – intelligence, health, beauty, family. Hmmph. I kept riding my bike – that traveled nowhere. Sweat dripping, heart pounding – it hit me. My husband thought I was like her in some way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoe size, maybe? &lt;/span&gt;The little green-eyed monster whispered in my ear. But slowly, the warmth of love shielded the darts of envy. I was shocked, humbled, thrilled that my sweet husband viewed me with such favor. Then I picked up my Bible and read about Abraham. He, too, had Someone who thought highly of him – even when Abe himself might have judged his circumstances less gratifying than his brother's…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:20&lt;/span&gt; – “Some time later Abraham &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was told&lt;/span&gt;, 'Milcah is also a mother; she has borne sons to your brother Nahor…'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many times, it's the messenger that determines our reaction to any particular news. I wonder who told Abraham of his brother's prized sons. Was it a wealthy merchant, sizing up Abraham's lonely, singular child, while Abraham traded for goods in Beersheba – a land not his own? Or was it one of Nahor's faithful servants, sent to Abraham to report their family's good fortune and God's blessing? The messenger and the method of delivery form our reaction to news like a potter works a lump of clay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:21-23&lt;/span&gt; – “'…Uz the firstborn, Buz his brother, Kemuel (the father of Aram), Kesed, Hazo, Pildash, Jidlaph and Bethuel.' Bethuel became the father of Rebekah. Milcah bore these eight sons to Abraham's brother Nahor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eight sons. Abe's brother had eight sons. Do you think he pasted on a little smile? Maybe said, "Oh, isn't that nice," while his heart ached a little at the long journey he and Sarah had endured for the single promised son, Isaac, in their old age. Or did he focus on the fact that he had heard the voice of God and been promised descendants beyond number? Abraham, like you and I, have a choice, when we hear that others have been blessed by the Lord. We can be jealous or joyous. We can focus on what we DON'T have or what we DO have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:24&lt;/span&gt; – “[Nahor's] concubine, whose name was Reumah, also had sons: Tebah, Gaham, Tahash and Maacah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regret. It's the first cousin of Envy. They sleep in bunkbeds and travel in tandem. When Abraham heard of his brother's concubine, did his heart yearn for Hagar – Sarah's maidservant, given to him to produce his first son, Ishmael? Did he regret banishing Ishmael and Hagar to the desert years ago? Did he wonder if they were safe? Or did he trust God with his past – believing God's promised protection for the boy and his mother? Regret is worse than doubt. It's doubt in reverse. It piles up the past with the present and makes a huge mess, leaving little room for God's future blessing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, forgive my envy and regret. Forgive any statement that begins with, “I wish I had…” because in those few words I set my will above Your best for me. Let me be content in the blessings that surround me and rejoice that You have called me by name. Your love has created my life especially for me, and though another person's life may seem more appealing, remind me that Your wisdom and knowledge far outshines mine. I trust Your love, Father, to provide all the very best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2828758149867298486?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2828758149867298486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2828758149867298486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2828758149867298486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2828758149867298486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2010/01/jealous-or-joyous.html' title='JEALOUS OR JOYOUS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/S1Sicbnh-3I/AAAAAAAABIQ/u6a0OQtfcDQ/s72-c/HPIM2562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-7438396078414187140</id><published>2009-12-22T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:52:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INVISIBLE BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SzE9pSipRCI/AAAAAAAABDg/QmJetZi2RGQ/s1600-h/HPIM2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SzE9pSipRCI/AAAAAAAABDg/QmJetZi2RGQ/s320/HPIM2455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418179606264497186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember when you were a kid, and you had to sit at the “kids' table” during holiday and family dinners? The grown-ups gathered around a beautifully decorated, long and elaborate feast, while the kids sat on benches and cushions at a wobbly card table. I remember trying to conjure a reason to interrupt my mom's dinner, just so I could visit the big-people table for a moment. Perhaps I could hear a snippet of their conversation, get some adult “dirt” on family news. I complained of tummy aches, cold mashed potatoes, and a kick in the shin from Cousin Mark. All were equally ineffective excuses, winning only chastising frowns and quick directives back to the kids' table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas at the Andrews' house last night. We were celebrating with both daughters, our son-in-law to-be and my father-in-law. But guess what? No children's table. Nope. No ankle-biters in the family at this point. Perhaps in a few years we'll have a couple knee-nibblers or curtain-climbers to join the Andrews' tribe, but until that happy day we'll just have to settle for boring adult conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's Scripture, I felt a little like we were listening in on the adult conversation between God and Abraham. Poor Isaac is sitting at the kid's table – or more accurately, lying on top of it, about to be sacrificed – while God speaks only to Abraham. Or is there more to this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:9-10&lt;/span&gt; – “When [Abraham and Isaac] reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isaac could have run (surely, no matter what his age, this boy was faster than his 100+ year-old father). He could have fought or screamed; but we don't get that impression, do we? For whatever reason, this boy (or young man), who understands sacrifice (Gen. 22:7), chose to suffer silently while his father was tested by El Shaddai. Sometimes those who watch their loved ones being tested, suffer just as painfully alongside them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:11-12&lt;/span&gt; – “But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, 'Abraham! Abraham!' 'Here I am,' he replied. 'Do not lay a hand on the boy,' he said. 'Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fear &lt;/span&gt;God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought God was testing Abraham's FAITH, but the angel says this sacrifice proves his FEAR of God. Now, let's think about this. Whose FEAR of God was REALLY heightened in this process – the one with the knife or the one on the altar? (Yes, the Hebrew word here is literally “fear” or “reverence.”)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:13-14&lt;/span&gt; – “Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, 'On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham wasn't the only one that saw the ram – Isaac saw that it was the LORD who provided the sacrifice for the burnt offering…just as his father had promised (Gen. 22:8). Abraham definitely proved his faith, but Isaac's faith was just as certainly being built.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:15-19&lt;/span&gt; – “The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time and said, 'I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me.' Then Abraham returned to his servants, and they set off together for Beersheba. And Abraham stayed in Beersheba.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God had already promised all this to Abraham and his descendants without any action on Abraham’s part (Gen. 15). So why did God say THIS act of obedience would bring to pass the Covenant Promise? Hmmmm, perhaps because God knew the kids' table was listening? Isaac was hearing the Promise resound from heaven for the first time, and it was essential that Isaac and HIS descendants understand that obedience was necessary to remain in the Promised Land (Deut. 30).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, I sometimes think lessons are just for me; but I, too, am changed while watching those I love learn hard lessons. Teach me to be attentive to the lessons You have for me as You're teaching those around me. And help me respond graciously, when the lessons You teach others cause me pain – to know the right moments for words and for silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-7438396078414187140?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7438396078414187140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=7438396078414187140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7438396078414187140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7438396078414187140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-boy.html' title='THE INVISIBLE BOY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SzE9pSipRCI/AAAAAAAABDg/QmJetZi2RGQ/s72-c/HPIM2455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-5826551932419522476</id><published>2009-12-15T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:03:54.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH OR DENIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyfrfzEn4wI/AAAAAAAABDY/Cc7hu4lmV24/s1600-h/cavity+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyfrfzEn4wI/AAAAAAAABDY/Cc7hu4lmV24/s320/cavity+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415556008454382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I was about ten years-old when I heard a preacher quote Jesus' words in John 16:23, “…my Father will give you whatever you ask in my name…” I remember it clearly because I had a toothache on this particular Sunday morning, and to my third-grade ears, it sounded as if the pastor was saying if I believed hard enough, God would heal me. This was good news. I hated the dentist, and the thought of my first cavity terrified me. All the more reason to drum-up a little extra faith! That night, I prayed extra hard at bedtime and fully expected to wake up the next morning with a brand new mouth. No-go. After a fitful night of sleep, my tooth ached worse the next morning, but I wouldn't let my mom call the dentist. With tear-filled eyes, I said, “I'm believing as hard as I can that God will heal my tooth!” Ugh. As a mom, thirty-plus years later, I feel sorry for my mother in that situation. How do you look into pain-filled, faith-filled baby-blue eyes and explain the deep theological issues of faith and healing and God's sovereignty? She did what any responsible parent would do…she let me stay home from school with a toothache and come to my senses! By the end of that painful day, I didn't care if the dentist stuck a syringe or a drill or a jack-hammer in my mouth. I just wanted my tooth fixed! But I remembered the preacher's other advice, “Maintain your positive confession of faith.” Hoping this was the magic ingredient I'd been missing, I proclaimed loudly all the way to the dentist, “I don't have a cavity! I don't have a cavity!” In fact, as the dentist approached with the drill in his hand, I screamed, “I don't have a cavity!” Guess what? I had a cavity the size of Texas (Okay, I didn't look quite as bad as the guy in the picture)! Faith is NOT denial. But sometimes they look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:1-2&lt;/span&gt; – “Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, 'Abraham!' 'Here I am,' he replied. Then God said, 'Take your son, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your only son&lt;/span&gt;, Isaac, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom you love&lt;/span&gt;, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isaac was not Abraham's only son. Ishmael was Abraham's firstborn son through Sarah's maidservant, Hagar. Was God in denial? Nooooo. But remember how much Abraham cared for Ishmael, asking that his firstborn be the Covenant recipient even after God promised a son to Sarah in her old age (Gen. 17:18)? Remember that Abraham was forced to reject Ishmael because of Isaac. In essence, God asks Abraham – by faith – to deny his first son exists and love his “only” son, Isaac. I believe Mt. Moriah was indeed the pinnacle of Abraham's sacrifice, but his sacrifice started with Ishmael and continued as he grew to love Isaac, the son God chose for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:3-5&lt;/span&gt; – “Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. He said to his servants, 'Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;will come back to you.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice Abraham didn't call a camp meeting to announce his decision, nor did he ask the boy's mother for her opinion or blessing. He was quietly obedient to his conviction. And when they arrived at the foot of the mountain, he gave little explanation to his servants. He declared that BOTH he and the boy would return from their worship on the mountain, which tells us that Abraham had full confidence that somehow God would restore the boy's life before he had to answer to Sarah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:6-7&lt;/span&gt; – “Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, 'Father?' 'Yes, my son?' Abraham replied. 'The fire and wood are here,' Isaac said, 'but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, I think it's hilarious that Abraham made Isaac carry the wood, while he carried the fire. Did he hope God would spontaneously combust the boy, so he wouldn't have parent guilt? Don't we all hope God will let us take the easy way out of our spiritual lessons? But Abraham had obviously taught Isaac a deep understanding of the materials and meanings of God's system of sacrifice. Bravo, Father Abraham!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 22:8&lt;/span&gt; – “Abraham answered, 'God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.' And the two of them went on together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was Abraham's answer to Isaac faith or denial? To a believer, his words are faith. To an unbeliever, they're denial…until they become reality (Gen. 22:13). With his son's wide, questioning eyes turned upon him, Abraham pulled off the miraculous…HE MADE A STATEMENT OF FAITH THAT ALLOWED ROOM FOR GOD'S SOVEREIGNTY. No matter what little lamb God provided, Isaac would know his father didn't lie to him, God didn't fail, and faith would sustain them both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, teach me the art of faith statements – answers to questions that give You honor without tying Your hands to my design. Teach me the art of faith living – making daily choices, attitudes, conversations that open opportunities for You to work in faith; not living in denial of reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-5826551932419522476?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5826551932419522476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=5826551932419522476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5826551932419522476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/5826551932419522476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/12/faith-or-denial.html' title='FAITH OR DENIAL'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyfrfzEn4wI/AAAAAAAABDY/Cc7hu4lmV24/s72-c/cavity+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-989298192158305543</id><published>2009-12-09T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:56:02.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricky relationships'/><title type='text'>TRICKY RELATIONSHIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyAc0Defg7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/4uJL0A5L2WM/s1600-h/open-mouth-insert-foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyAc0Defg7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/4uJL0A5L2WM/s320/open-mouth-insert-foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413358432711312306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this incredible knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person in the wrong way. In my younger years, I was REALLY clueless. When Roy started seminary, we'd lived in our new campus apartment less than a week, when I managed to offend both the seminary president and academic dean. During our initial interview with the president, I looked around his office, spied his bookshelves and made the off-handed remark that I'd had a dream that my husband would one day work in an office having those exact bookshelves. After both the president and my husband looked at me like I was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/span&gt;, we were quickly ushered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a supportive wife, so I began checking the academic catalog for a course I might take alongside my hubby. Confounded at the absence of a course on prayer, I hurried off a letter to the academic dean. “I'm certain this is simply an oversight,” I wrote. “Since a seminary's purpose is to train pastors, counselors and teachers, I would think the most basic form of communion with God would be a priority in the course offerings.” Okay, so tact and diplomacy wasn't my strong-suit. I hadn't yet realized the intricate inter-weavings of my remarks with my husband's reputation. In a small pond, every splash causes many ripples, and those ripples flow through a myriad of relationships. Seminary became not only a wonderful training ground for my husband's pastoral vocation, but also an obstacle course for my unruly tongue. It started my advanced training on tricky relationships. I'm happy to report that today, the seminary president and academic dean are dear friends, which proves we serve a truly mighty God! When Abraham found himself in the presence of the Philistine's head-honcho, he was much more adept than me at tricky relationships…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:22-23&lt;/span&gt; – “At that time Abimelech and Phicol the commander of his forces said to Abraham, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is with you&lt;/span&gt; in everything you do. Now swear to me here before God that you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not deal falsely&lt;/span&gt; with me or my children or my descendants. Show to me and the country where you are living as an alien the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same kindness&lt;/span&gt; I have shown to you.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think Abimelech and Phicol schlepped across the Negev by themselves? Probably not. It's a tricky relationship when a king shows up with his commander (and probably a sizable military escort), “asking” you to take an oath. Notice that Abimelech acknowledged God's blessing on Abraham before he asked two things of him: 1) vow not to deal falsely with him or descendants, and 2) show the SAME kindness that he'd shown Abraham. Did Abe stop listening at the compliment, or did he measure each word of the king? It's easy to analyze each word of Abimelech's proposal 4,000 years later, but when the pressure is on, how well do we listen to the details in an intimidating situation?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:24-26&lt;/span&gt; – “Abraham said, 'I swear it.' Then Abraham complained to Abimelech about a well of water that Abimelech's servants had seized. But Abimelech said, 'I don't know who has done this. You did not tell me, and I heard about it only today.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps Abraham took the oath so readily because it's easy to swear the SAME kindness to one who hasn't been kind! Is it just me, or does Abimelech's reply sound like a load of hooey? At this point, Abraham had the choice to accuse the king or move forward in resolving the problem. Which would you choose? Are you an accuser or a resolver?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:27-31&lt;/span&gt; – “So Abraham brought sheep and cattle and gave them to Abimelech, and the two men made a treaty. Abraham set apart seven ewe lambs from the flock, and Abimelech asked Abraham, 'What is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meaning &lt;/span&gt;of these seven ewe lambs you have set apart by themselves?' He replied, 'Accept these seven lambs from my hand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as a witness&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dug this well.&lt;/span&gt;' So that place was called Beersheba, because the two men swore an oath there.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham humbly offers his sheep and cattle in a treaty agreement. Seems unfair, huh? Is he a doormat, bowing to the powerful King of the Philistines? No. His offering has purpose – and a sting. Abraham's treaty offering is three things: 1) meaningful, 2) memorable, and 3) uncomfortable. It's meaningful because it makes Abimelech ask the question. It's memorable because those silly sheep and cattle will have to be herded on the return trip. And it's uncomfortable because Abraham gets the final word, "I dug this well." Abraham left the king's dignity intact, while at the same time making his point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:32-34&lt;/span&gt; – “After the treaty had been made at Beersheba, Abimelech and Phicol the commander of his forces returned to the land of the Philistines. Abraham planted a tamarisk tree in Beersheba, and there he called upon the name of the LORD, the Eternal God. And Abraham stayed in the land of the Philistines for a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham had just sworn an oath binding himself and his descendants to a powerful king, and he‟d won water rights in an arid land in the process. Planting a tree that grows into much-needed shade is a good way to celebrate the successful navigation of a tricky relationship. Calling on the LORD – the God beyond time and space – is an even better idea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, remind me to celebrate the victories and to establish reminders of Your faithfulness. I want to call on You – my Eternal God – on the best of days as well as the worst of days. Your provision, Your wisdom, Your presence gives me reason to shout for joy everyday! Let it be so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-989298192158305543?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/989298192158305543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=989298192158305543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/989298192158305543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/989298192158305543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/12/tricky-relationships.html' title='TRICKY RELATIONSHIPS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SyAc0Defg7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/4uJL0A5L2WM/s72-c/open-mouth-insert-foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2202203473796386025</id><published>2009-11-30T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:43:56.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT BY HOLINESS, SAVED BY THE SPIRIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SxQs-ii1k-I/AAAAAAAABDI/vaxZLzZVnX8/s1600/Mom+and+Me+parasailing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SxQs-ii1k-I/AAAAAAAABDI/vaxZLzZVnX8/s320/Mom+and+Me+parasailing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409998505315242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people – dare I even say MOST – feel they've been wronged by at least one of the following: God, the Church or an over-zealous Christian. A perfect, infinite God works His unfathomable plan through imperfect people. Somebody's bound to get hurt, right? But the Safety Net is the “perfect, infinite God” part. Here's an example. When I was a teenager, my mom prayed and believed that the Lord would heal her near-sighted eyes. Standing on faith, she took off her glasses and peered at the eye chart at the DMV – no go. She lost her driver's license and spent several years listening to her smart-mouthed, rebellious daughter taunt her about trusting a God, who failed to answer prayer. Yep, each time my mom needed a chauffer or an errand-girl, I'd roll my eyes and mumble complaints, while she faithfully trusted the Lord to fulfill a promise she felt certain was hers. During these difficult years, my parents tried desperately to fend off the tidal wave of sin that threatened to drown me. With the heightened emotions of a teenager, I interpreted their attempts to draw me to holiness as violations of my freedom. Every time they used “God” or “the Bible” as a reason I couldn't do something, my anger toward them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;God intensified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend I came home from college, and my mom asked that I drive her to the DMV for another attempt to read the eye chart. I parked the car but left the motor running, certain Mom's eyes would see no better this time than they had the hundred other times she'd looked at line #4. Minutes passed, and my patience waned until I looked up to find my mother standing with a DMV official. Her face was beaming, and she didn't need to say it…but she did. “The Lord healed my eyes, honey. Could you step out of the car, so I can take my driving test with the instructor now?” Years of cynicism balled up in my throat. The Spirit rescued my mom that day from my hurtful darts, and He began the slow chiseling of my stony heart. Eventually, God shattered my hard heart completely and rebuilt it with moldable flesh. I became thankful for the holiness my mom lived out before me and finally asked her forgiveness. Sometimes only God can heal the damage we inflict AND experience in the name of holiness. Today, my mom and I share an intimate friendship - trusting enough to tandem parasail on her 74th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:10&lt;/span&gt; – “[Sarah] said to Abraham, 'Get rid of that slave woman and her son, for that slave woman's son will never share in the inheritance with my son Isaac.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:11-13&lt;/span&gt; – “The matter distressed Abraham greatly because it concerned his son. But God said to him, 'Do not be so distressed about the boy and your maidservant. Listen to whatever Sarah tells you, because it is through Isaac that your offspring will be reckoned. I will make the son of the maidservant into a nation also, because he is your offspring.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does God sound uncaring to you? Should the LORD have let Ishmael remain in camp with Abraham? Remember that God is all-knowing and then consider the rivalry, bloodshed and tragedy that may have been averted because Sarah made this unthinkable demand on Abraham. Sometimes we must simply rely on our unwavering trust in God's infinite knowledge and goodness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:14-16&lt;/span&gt; – “Early the next morning Abraham took some food and a skin of water and gave them to Hagar. He set them on her shoulders and then sent her off with the boy. She went on her way and wandered in the desert of Beersheba. When the water in the skin was gone, she put the boy under one of the bushes. Then she went off and sat down nearby, about a bowshot away, for she thought, 'I cannot watch the boy die.' And as she sat there nearby, she began to sob.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A parent‟s provision or a human‟s intellect can only provide so long. Eventually, we run out of answers and strength, and circumstances beyond our control overwhelm us. The real test begins when human provision is gone. How do we respond then? Anger? Despair? Or humble petition to the only One who can help?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:17-18&lt;/span&gt; – “God heard the boy crying, and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven and said to her, 'What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid; God has heard the boy crying as he lies there. Lift the boy up and take him by the hand, for I will make him into a great nation.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that the LORD spoke to Hagar – the woman – not to Ishmael, the receiver of the blessing. Again, God shows immeasurable grace to the lowly of this culture in order to mend her broken heart. More than likely, this was the first time Hagar had heard of God's promised blessing for her son. Can you imagine the shock and relief of this frightened mama?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:19-21&lt;/span&gt; – “Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink. God was with the boy as he grew up. He lived in the desert and became an archer. While he was living in the Desert of Paran, his mother got a wife for him from Egypt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God opened Hagar's eyes to a well that was already there. God honed skills Ishmael already had, making the boy a great archer. And then God provided Ishmael a wife from Egypt, his mother's homeland – probably a family Hagar already knew. So often the Spirit provides our salvation from sources already in front of us – sources we couldn't see until we've been hurt by holiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, it's hard to take a stand for holiness, when it hurts someone. It's hard to bear the pain of holiness and remain teachable and loving. Help me to trust You enough to obey You – even when it hurts…me and others. Secure my grip in Your hand. Lead me all the way down the path to the end of human answers, where I find the salvation of Your Spirit for every hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2202203473796386025?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2202203473796386025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2202203473796386025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2202203473796386025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2202203473796386025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurt-by-holiness-saved-by-spirit.html' title='HURT BY HOLINESS, SAVED BY THE SPIRIT'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SxQs-ii1k-I/AAAAAAAABDI/vaxZLzZVnX8/s72-c/Mom+and+Me+parasailing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-4492227042476204567</id><published>2009-11-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:36:10.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egocentric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>ALL ABOUT WHO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Swr_lw_B3-I/AAAAAAAABDA/h9qX41_ibHg/s1600/ALL+ABOUT+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Swr_lw_B3-I/AAAAAAAABDA/h9qX41_ibHg/s320/ALL+ABOUT+ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407415326881210338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a phone call, the man's voice on the other end asking for a donation to his charitable foundation. I very politely said, “I don't think we're going to give this year, but…” The voice replied, “Thank you anyway, ma'am. We never want to argue or press after someone says 'no.'” And then, before I could tell him to keep us on the list for next year, I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;. Well! I started to get my pajamas all in a bunch because this telemarketer hung up on ME – but I paused at a sobering thought. Maybe it wasn't about me at all. Maybe he'd been hearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;all morning, and I was his first opportunity to win the hang-up race. You see, all too often I forget it's not all about me. I usually think the slow car in front of me is just driving like that to make ME late for MY appointment. Or the grocery line purposely has a price check or spill just to annoy ME. Perhaps you're on the other side of the battle, and you have friends or family members that seem to think the world revolves around THEM. Each time you're together, all they talk about are THEIR issues, THEIR problems, THEIR joys and sorrows. I think the woman in the picture illustrates pretty well what so many people do with their own words - love themselves. Only a few country music songs capture my heart, but Toby Keith's, “I Wanna Talk About Me,” is one of my favorites. Here's the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna talk about me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna talk about I&lt;br /&gt;Wanna talk about number one&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, me, my,&lt;br /&gt;What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see&lt;br /&gt;I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually;&lt;br /&gt;but occasionally I wanna talk about meeeeee!&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wonder if Abraham would have sung Toby Keith‟s song to his wife Sarah? This woman seems pretty egocentric, but I suppose a woman experiencing her first pregnancy at ninety years old deserves a little attention…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:1-5&lt;/span&gt; – “Now the LORD was gracious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to Sarah&lt;/span&gt; as he had said, and the LORD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did for Sarah&lt;/span&gt; what he had promised. Sarah became pregnant and bore a son to Abraham in his old age, at the very time God had promised him. Abraham gave the name Isaac to the son Sarah bore him. When his son Isaac was eight days old, Abraham circumcised him, as God commanded him. Abraham was a hundred years old when his son Isaac was born to him.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that the author of Genesis uniquely worded the realization of God's promise. First, came God's gracious fulfillment to Sarah, and then to Abraham. Imagine the significance of crediting Sarah before Abraham in a culture that most women were esteemed barely more than slaves or livestock. Yet God gives her significance in spite of culture – because God was GRACIOUS, not because Sarah deserved it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:6-7 &lt;/span&gt;– “Sarah said, 'God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me.' And she added, 'Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children? Yet I have borne him a son in his old age.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah should have stopped talking after that first sentence because when “she added,” then she subtracted. In claiming that SHE bore Abraham a child when HE was old, Sarah stole a little of her husband's dignity and a portion of God's glory. She began well by praising God but ended poorly by drawing attention to herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 21:8-10&lt;/span&gt; – “The child grew and was weaned, and on the day Isaac was weaned Abraham held a great feast. But Sarah saw that the son whom Hagar the Egyptian had borne to Abraham was mocking, and she said to Abraham, 'Get rid of that slave woman and her son, for that slave woman's son will never share in the inheritance with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my son&lt;/span&gt; Isaac.'” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll find Sarah's picture in your local post office as one of the ten most-wanted party killers. Yikes! A life continually focused inward tends to randomly strike out at others. Contentious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarai &lt;/span&gt;still lurked beneath God's gracious re-formation of princess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;, and the sin of unforgiveness was feeding her self-centered life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, living in a self-focused world is fertile ground for sin to grow into ugly weeds that choke out any attempt to serve others and praise You. I too often joke about my self-centeredness, but I need to take serious steps toward an outward-focused life. Let my heart be softened toward others, living a life of grace and humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-4492227042476204567?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4492227042476204567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=4492227042476204567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4492227042476204567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/4492227042476204567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-about-who.html' title='ALL ABOUT WHO?'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Swr_lw_B3-I/AAAAAAAABDA/h9qX41_ibHg/s72-c/ALL+ABOUT+ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-3128025078202905943</id><published>2009-11-16T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:05:17.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abimelech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>WHEN A PARENT STEPS IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SwG-EJUZRzI/AAAAAAAABC4/n1WGhY5zjb8/s1600/sisters+squabble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SwG-EJUZRzI/AAAAAAAABC4/n1WGhY5zjb8/s320/sisters+squabble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404810006251521842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If parents tried to referee every squabble between their children, hospitals across the country would need to double their psych wards and add more padded rooms. From toddlers to teens to tumultuous adults, we watch from afar as our kids fuss and feud until that moment when they cross the line. Every parent has a limit. Roy and I had a pretty low tolerance for arguing, but when a real fight broke out between our girls…we waited for violence or profanity before stepping in. Now, when they were toddlers, violence was a little slap, and profanity was, “Shut up!” The picture above raises the question...do our kids ever really grow up? As teens and tumultuous adults, we extended the meaning of “violence and profanity” to include: anything that causes harm – physical, emotional or spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just days before writing this, as the Lord was massaging the message into my heart, our older daughter visited a new church with Roy and me. We sat behind a single father with his two young daughters. The girls were about four and six years old, and when their dad was called out of the service for a few moments, the girls immediately began to squabble. The younger girl hit the older (not too hard), and the older responded the same. The younger gave an angry face and the older dissolved into tears. I saw Trina, watching them intently, and wondered what she was thinking. She elbowed me and giggled – no doubt remembering those days with her sister. Or maybe she wanted me to DO SOMETHING. I thought about stepping in, but no real violence had been committed, and so far no profanity. Then I wondered how often our Heavenly Father watches His children mess up and mess around, all the while holding back until we cross the line. Well, in today‟s Scripture, one of God‟s children made a choice that could have damaged God‟s ultimate plan, and that crossed the line. So God stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 20:1-2&lt;/span&gt; – “Now Abraham moved on from there into the region of the Negev and lived between Kadesh and Shur. For a while he stayed in Gerar, and there Abraham said of his wife Sarah, 'She is my sister.' Then Abimelech king of Gerar sent for Sarah and took her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't this eerily, awfully similar to Abraham's earlier sin in Egypt, when he lied to Pharaoh and said Sarah (Gen. 12:13) was his sister? But don't get caught up in the theology. Get caught up in the moment. El-Shaddai promised Sarah would bear Abraham a son – within a year. Abraham lied to save his life, and Sarah is taken to another man‟s harem. You're Abraham. Can you say, “Uh-Oh!” God needed to step in – not because Abraham deserved it, but because God purposed it. Abe messed up – again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 20:3-7&lt;/span&gt; – “But God came to Abimelech in a dream one night and said to him, 'You are as good as dead because of the woman you have taken; she is a married woman.' Now Abimelech had not gone near her, so he said, 'Lord, will you destroy an innocent nation? Did he not say to me, “She is my sister,” and didn't she also say, “He is my brother”? I have done this with a clear conscience and clean hands.' Then God said to him in the dream, 'Yes, I know you did this with a clear conscience, and so I have kept you from sinning against me. That is why I did not let you touch her. Now return the man's wife, for he is a prophet, and he will pray for you and you will live. But if you do not return her, you may be sure that you and all yours will die.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that God's parental safety net extended both to the chosen (Abraham) and the “unchosen” (Abimelech). There is no indication that Abimelech had recognized El-Shaddai before this moment, yet God extended mercy to him and protected Abimelech from doing a detrimental thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 20:8-13&lt;/span&gt; – “Early the next morning Abimelech summoned all his officials, and when he told them all that had happened, they were very much afraid. Then Abimelech called Abraham in and said, 'What have you done to us? How have I wronged you that you have brought such great guilt upon me and my kingdom? You have done things to me that should not be done.' And Abimelech asked Abraham, 'What was your reason for doing this?' Abraham replied, 'I said to myself, "There is surely no fear of God in this place, and they will kill me because of my wife." Besides, she really is my sister, the daughter of my father though not of my mother; and she became my wife. And when God had me wander from my father's household, I said to her, “This is how you can show your love to me: Everywhere we go, say of me, 'He is my brother.'”'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you see the squabbling children – Abim and Abe? Instead of obeying God and talking to Abraham right away, Abimelech calls in his friends for their opinions. Then, he publicly accuses Abraham, who makes excuses and justifies his sin instead of owning his deceit. If God could get a heavenly headache, this might do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 20:14-16&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Abimelech brought sheep and cattle and male and female slaves and gave them to Abraham, and he returned Sarah his wife to him. And Abimelech said, 'My land is before you; live wherever you like.' To Sarah he said, 'I am giving your brother a thousand shekels of silver. This is to cover the offense against you before all who are with you; you are completely vindicated.'”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God moved in Abimelech's heart to: 1) let Abraham remain in the Land (Abimelech had no idea) God had promised to give his descendants; 2) add to Abraham's wealth; and 3) honor Sarah (who was ignored in Egypt's restitution).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 20:17-18&lt;/span&gt; – “Then Abraham prayed to God, and God healed Abimelech, his wife and his slave girls so they could have children again, for the LORD had closed up every womb in Abimelech's household because of Abraham's wife Sarah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God moved in Abraham's heart to pray for the man who had stolen his sister/wife, and in doing so Abraham saw God's hand not only work on his behalf but through his prayers. Abimelech may not have fully understood why the wombs in his household were closed, but Abraham most certainly knew. Imagine God's power now evident in Abraham's mind – to close wombs…and to open them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, You can turn even our spiritual failures into amazing lessons and triumphs. My foolish sins and/or mistakes are never beyond Your ability to redeem. Give me wisdom to know when I am rationalizing a sin, calling it a mistake or less. Give me the courage to confess and repent. Soften my heart; break my pride; preserve Your plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-3128025078202905943?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3128025078202905943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=3128025078202905943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3128025078202905943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/3128025078202905943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-parent-steps-in.html' title='WHEN A PARENT STEPS IN'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SwG-EJUZRzI/AAAAAAAABC4/n1WGhY5zjb8/s72-c/sisters+squabble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-793558905740840357</id><published>2009-11-09T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:31:20.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIPPLES OF RESIDENCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SviVyunHB8I/AAAAAAAABCw/pj2DiWpA6kI/s1600-h/nappanee+house+movers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SviVyunHB8I/AAAAAAAABCw/pj2DiWpA6kI/s320/nappanee+house+movers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402232451768977346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Childhood is shaped by many factors, but the places of residency and the people we encounter in those places echo throughout our lives like the ripples after a stone is thrown into a pond. When Roy graduated from seminary, our fervent prayer included a ministry position in a place our daughters could call “home.” A place where they could feel safe and accepted. As you can imagine, the odds of a pastor‟s family remaining in one location for the duration of his children's school-aged years are about the same as a polar bear‟s vacation in Hawaii. Still, we prayed. And God provided Nappanee, Indiana. During our fourteen years in that quaint little community, we served two churches – one five minutes from our home, the other twenty-five minutes away. Both congregations were filled with loving people, who shared the vision for our daughters' formative growing-up years. Pictured at left are folks from both of our churches, who helped load our moving trucks, when the Lord called us to leave Nappanee in 2007. We know now more than ever, it's not just the PLACE that helps us raise our kids. It's the PEOPLE that impact our children's lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nappanee was surrounded by Amish farms, and many of the Amish children attended public school until they entered the factory workforce after completing eighth grade. Much to our girls' dismay, the Amish children often excelled in reading. “Of course they win the reading contests,” our girls would often complain. “They don't have a TV or computer!” Emily still turns crimson when I mention "Linda," an Amish girl, who won all the “Book-It” contests in her elementary classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't just the PLACE or the PEOPLE responsible for building our daughters' godly character. Ultimately that duty – that privilege – fell to us, their parents. As I read the Scripture for today's devotional, I was deeply saddened for Job's daughters. Yes, they sinned. But I believe it was their father, who committed the greater sin of omission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 19:30&lt;/span&gt; – “Lot and his two daughters left Zoar and settled in the mountains, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for he was afraid&lt;/span&gt; to stay in Zoar. He and his two daughters lived in a cave.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lot is standing in the middle of this little town with a pillar of salt wife and his two daughters. Why is he suddenly is SO AFRAID that he decides it‟s better to live in a cave after all? Why wasn‟t he sufficiently when God first instructed Lot to go to the mountains? Perhaps Job is like so many of us and requires a “bulldozer” of circumstances to get his full attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 19:31&lt;/span&gt; – “One day the older daughter said to the younger, „Our father is old, and there is no man around here to lie with us, as is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;custom all over the earth&lt;/span&gt;.‟” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After we recover from the shock of this daughter‟s repulsive thought, notice that the intimate act of marriage is no more than just a “custom all over the earth.” There seems to be no recognition of godly intent or intimacy, no inkling that Uncle Abraham‟s teachings have made their way past the gateway of Lot‟s mind to his daughters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 19:32-33&lt;/span&gt; – “„Let's get our father to drink wine and then lie with him and preserve our family line through our father.‟ That night they got their father to drink wine, and the older daughter went in and lay with him. He was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consider the sordid nest of sin these verses represent. Who do you believe is responsible before God for which wrong act? Lot became drunk. But what about his neglect of godly training for his daughters? Where should the line be drawn between the daughters‟ choice and their ignorance? Thankfully, you and I will never judge Lot or his daughters. We judge only our own actions. Am I doing all I can to inform, model, and train those in my household, in my church, in my community about the love of Jesus Christ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 19:34-35&lt;/span&gt; – “The next day the older daughter said to the younger, „Last night I lay with my father. Let's get him to drink wine again tonight, and you go in and lie with him so we can preserve our family line through our father.‟ So they got their father to drink wine that night also, and the younger daughter went and lay with him. Again he was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sin grows and multiplies, when there is no foundation of conscience laid for checks and balances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen. 19:36-38&lt;/span&gt; – “So both of Lot's daughters became pregnant by their father. The older daughter had a son, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she named him&lt;/span&gt; Moab; he is the father of the Moabites of today. The younger daughter also had a son, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she named him &lt;/span&gt;Ben-Ammi; he is the father of the Ammonites of today.” (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emphasis &lt;/span&gt;added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moab sounds like the Hebrew for from father, and Ben-Ammi sounds like the Hebrew for son of my people. Lot‟s daughters chose the names of their sons, and the names left no doubt of incest. Think about the chain of Lot‟s decisions that led to this legacy. Lot chose the beautiful plain of Jordan, when Abraham said they needed to separate their wealth. Lot delighted in city life, associated with sinful men, and became a judge at the city gate. He argued with God‟s mercy at Sodom, but at the last minute chose to obey out of fear and live in a mountain cave. Imagine Lot‟s life through his daughters‟ watchful eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lord, remind me that I‟m being watched. My children and the children of others are learning from my choices, my words and my actions. Not just children, but those young in the faith are also watching and learning from those of us who have walked with You for many years. Father, teach me to hold up each decision, study it, examine it in the Light of Your wisdom…and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-793558905740840357?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/793558905740840357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=793558905740840357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/793558905740840357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/793558905740840357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/11/ripples-of-residency.html' title='RIPPLES OF RESIDENCY'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SviVyunHB8I/AAAAAAAABCw/pj2DiWpA6kI/s72-c/nappanee+house+movers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-7378287897960398339</id><published>2009-11-02T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:36:31.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT DEBATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Su8l2fBHTbI/AAAAAAAABBo/45afVJ9dK-4/s1600-h/trina+-+age+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Su8l2fBHTbI/AAAAAAAABBo/45afVJ9dK-4/s320/trina+-+age+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399576096209849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think I missed my calling. I should have been a genetic scientist, searching out the great mysteries of why people do what they do. (Other than loathing science, math and philosophy, I could have been fabulous, right?) What makes a person argue incessantly? Why do some people say the sky is turquoise, when others say it’s blue – just to start a quarrel? And why are there others like me, who would rather swallow a porcupine than debate an issue? If it’s a category five hurricane, and you say the sky is blue, I’ll search the heavens to find the faintest shade of agreeable sapphire. Why? Well, if I was a genetic scientist, maybe I could tell you; but alas, I can only say I THINK it’s innate – wired in at birth. My mom’s dad was a prosecuting attorney. My mom got the debate gene and passed every chromosome to my argumentative brother. I got zilch, nada. However, I married a debater, and his questioning gene hit our firstborn with whirlwind force. From colic as a newborn to refusing naps as a toddler, Trina was born to argue. But she was so darn cute while doing it! At age three, we would tell her a bedtime story and tuck her in for the night. Ten minutes later, she’d peek around the living room doorway. “Just one more question,” she would say, holding up her chubby index finger. For those who love a debate, there’s always just one more question, one more good reason their way makes more sense. So it was with Lot, the great debater…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “The two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. ‘My lords,’ he said, ‘please turn aside to your servant's house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.’ ‘No,’ they answered, ‘we will spend the night in the square.’ But he &lt;b style=""&gt;insisted so strongly&lt;/b&gt; that they did go with him and entered his house. He prepared a meal for them, baking &lt;b style=""&gt;bread without yeast&lt;/b&gt;, and they ate.” (&lt;b style=""&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Notice that Lot’s strong insistence prodded the angels to stay in his home, but from his first greeting to the “bread without yeast,” Lot’s intention was to move God’s angels out of his city quickly. His first response to God’s visitation was his own hurried, unyielding agenda. Angels spoke. Lot argued.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:4-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom--both young and old--surrounded the house. They called to Lot, ‘Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.’ Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him and said, ‘No, my friends. Don't do this wicked thing. Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don't do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.’ ‘Get out of our way,’ they replied. And they said, ‘This fellow came here as an alien, and now he wants to play the judge! We'll treat you worse than them.’ They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door. But the men inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door. Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lot didn’t just argue with God; he argued with everyone – sometimes with good reason. When evil knocks on your door, it’s good to argue. Right? But when our arguments leave no honorable outcomes and deteriorate to deplorable solutions, it’s time to turn to God for help. Lot didn’t. Still, God in his mercy intervened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:12-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “The two men said to Lot, ‘Do you have anyone else here--sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.’ So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, ‘Hurry and get out of this place, because the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is about to destroy the city!’ But his sons-in-law thought he was joking.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The first tragedy is that his sons-in-law were in the Sodomite mob outside the door. The second tragedy is that their pathologically debating father-in-law, Lot, couldn’t convince them he was serious about God’s judgment. Folks give little respect to someone with many words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:15-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, ‘Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.’ When &lt;b style=""&gt;he hesitated&lt;/b&gt;, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; was merciful to them. As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, ‘Flee for your lives! Don't look back, and don't stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!’” (&lt;b style=""&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hesitation is an argument, when we know God’s clear direction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:18-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “But Lot said to them, ‘No, my lords, please! Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can't flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I'll die. Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it--it is very small, isn't it? Then my life will be spared.’ He said to him, ‘Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.’ (That is why the town was called Zoar. By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. Then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah--from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, including all those living in the cities--and also the vegetation in the land. But &lt;b style=""&gt;Lot's wife looked back&lt;/b&gt;, and she became a pillar of salt.” (&lt;b style=""&gt;emphasis &lt;/b&gt;added)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Though God sometimes allows us to argue and gives us the desire of our hearts, that questioning and rebellious spirit can seep into the hearts of others around us and cause them to stumble.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gen. 19:27-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – “Early the next morning Abraham got up and returned to the place where he had stood before the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. He looked down toward Sodom and Gomorrah, toward all the land of the plain, and he saw dense smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a furnace. So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unless God revealed more to Abraham than Scripture records, he didn’t know at this point that Lot had been rescued from Sodom. He would have assumed that God couldn’t find ten righteous people, and his nephew’s family was destroyed with the city. But God’s mercy was at work even when Abraham couldn’t see it, and no amount of arguing could thwart &lt;i style=""&gt;or improve&lt;/i&gt; God’s perfect plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lord, why would I presume to argue with an all-knowing God? What makes me believe I could have a clearer answer, fuller knowledge, or a better way? And when circumstances cast a dark shadow on Your righteousness, strengthen my faith to whole-heartedly trust Your love, Your mercy, and Your truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-7378287897960398339?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7378287897960398339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=7378287897960398339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7378287897960398339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/7378287897960398339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-debater_02.html' title='THE GREAT DEBATER'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Su8l2fBHTbI/AAAAAAAABBo/45afVJ9dK-4/s72-c/trina+-+age+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1894825744847449894</id><published>2009-10-26T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:46:30.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotional'/><title type='text'>MAKING THE MOST OF LIMITED MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SuXcPVpjmOI/AAAAAAAABBA/Bwr2QSCZQE0/s1600-h/me-mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396961884540999906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SuXcPVpjmOI/AAAAAAAABBA/Bwr2QSCZQE0/s320/me-mom+and+dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I grew up, left home and had children, I somehow imagined that my parents’ life became wholly and completely devoted to me and my family. Why would I think that? Well, (besides the fact that I’m the baby of the family and totally self-centered) it’s because that’s the way my folks made us feel – like the center of their world – every time we went to their house. Roy and I would rumble through the door with car seats, toys and screaming children. My parents would meet us with wide smiles and waiting arms as if they had nothing to do but wait on our arrival. During our visit, they cooed over the kids, listened to our grousing and offered advice…when asked. Not once do I remember feeling like a burden in my parents’ home, and not until our daughters were grown and gone did I realize what a precious and purposeful act of love my parents offered us. By George, they did have a life! They just put it on hold to make the most of the limited moments with their kids and grandkids. Now, I get to make that same choice…with my children, husband, friends…and with my God. Making the most of limited moments is a choice I make each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:16&lt;/strong&gt; – “When the men [the LORD] got up to leave, they looked down toward Sodom, and Abraham walked along with them to see them on their way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham could have stood and said his good-bye. Instead, he walked along with the LORD, wanting to squeeze every sweet moment out of every second they had together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:17-19&lt;/strong&gt; – “Then the LORD said, ‘Shall I hide from Abraham what I am about to do? Abraham will surely become a great and powerful nation, and all nations on earth will be blessed through him. For I have chosen him, so that he will direct his children and his household after him to keep the way of the LORD by doing what is right and just, so that the LORD will bring about for Abraham what he has promised him.’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God divulged His future plans to a man who was willing to follow Him, and God revealed his warning to a man who would influence nations toward obedience. No amount of Abraham’s toiling and spinning could reap the harvest of blessing he gained from time spent in God’s presence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:20-21&lt;/strong&gt; – “Then the LORD said, ‘The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so grievous that I will go down and see if what they have done is as bad as the outcry that has reached me. If not, I will know.’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, God knew S &amp;amp; G’s sin, but He wanted to reveal Himself to Abraham, wanted this man to understand His fairness. So God let Abraham see it unfold, though God already knew the end result.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:22-25&lt;/strong&gt; – “The men turned away and went toward Sodom, but Abraham &lt;strong&gt;remained standing&lt;/strong&gt; before the LORD. Then &lt;strong&gt;Abraham approached him&lt;/strong&gt; and said: ‘Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked? What if there are fifty righteous people in the city? Will you really sweep it away and not spare the place for the sake of the fifty righteous people in it? Far be it from you to do such a thing--to kill the righteous with the wicked, treating the righteous and the wicked alike. &lt;strong&gt;Far be it from you!&lt;/strong&gt; Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?’” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note the emphasized phrases. Picture Abraham REMAIN STANDING and then APPROACH the LORD! Look at the fervent remarks and the exclamation mark at the end of the sentence. I think Abraham sort of got in God’s face here, maybe even a little accusation in his tone. Do you think Abraham would have been this bold before he spent this much time in God’s presence? Appreciate the familiarity that has grown in order for Abraham to be this transparent with his Almighty God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:26-32&lt;/strong&gt; – “The LORD said, ‘If I find fifty righteous people in the city of Sodom, I will spare the whole place for their sake.’ Then Abraham spoke up again: ‘Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, though I am nothing but dust and ashes, what if the number of the righteous is five less than fifty? Will you destroy the whole city because of five people?’ ‘If I find forty-five there,’ he said, ‘I will not destroy it.’ Once again he spoke to him, ‘What if only forty are found there?’ He said, ‘For the sake of forty, I will not do it.’ Then he said, ‘May the Lord not be angry, but let me speak. What if only thirty can be found there?’ He answered, ‘I will not do it if I find thirty there.’ Abraham said, ‘Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, what if only twenty can be found there?’ He said, ‘For the sake of twenty, I will not destroy it.’ Then he said, ‘May the Lord not be angry, but let me speak just once more. What if only ten can be found there?’ He answered, ‘For the sake of ten, I will not destroy it.’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God’s offers steady answers of justice and mercy to Abraham’s ever-pressing nearness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:33&lt;/strong&gt; – “When the LORD had finished speaking with Abraham, he left, and Abraham returned home.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the LORD was done, He left. God controls His visitations, but Abraham’s job was the same as ours today – to remain alert for opportunities to be near God, to listen for that still, small voice and engage Him in conversation when the occasion presents itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, to know that Your Holy Spirit lives inside every believer is a warm comfort on the days I don’t FEEL Your presence. To know Your Word says You will NEVER leave me gives me great hope that I can walk in victory through the darkest times. But my greatest challenge is to make the MOST of those limited moments I carve out of my day, when it’s just You and me. Speak to me there. Teach me new things from Your Word. Help me to break down walls of resistance that have separated us in the past. Give me a renewed passion for You. Let it be so, Lord, with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-1894825744847449894?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1894825744847449894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=1894825744847449894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1894825744847449894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/1894825744847449894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-most-of-limited-moments.html' title='MAKING THE MOST OF LIMITED MOMENTS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SuXcPVpjmOI/AAAAAAAABBA/Bwr2QSCZQE0/s72-c/me-mom+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-6554683304855296633</id><published>2009-10-19T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:52:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CADENCE OF HEAVEN MEETS THE CLATTER OF EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Styy6k2hUuI/AAAAAAAABA4/6TvJRCEZPf8/s1600-h/Em-Roy+in+Ashland+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383173077521122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Styy6k2hUuI/AAAAAAAABA4/6TvJRCEZPf8/s320/Em-Roy+in+Ashland+07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that title is certainly a mouthful, and most of us live lives with our “plates” full. My husband and I returned from a recent visit with our daughter, Emily, and her fiancé in Ohio. She’s a busy college student, and we decided to keep up with her crazy schedule only one day of our three-day visit. The first day, she was merciful and let us rest. Following our red-eye flight, we enjoyed a leisurely dinner with friends and went to bed early. The next day was the psycho-Homecoming day. We started with an 8 a.m. breakfast meeting – oops, that one was our idea. Then a tour of her dorm, a cookout at her fiancé’s house and a football game. After that, shopping (for the girls), hunting club (for the guys), and another cookout with all the Midwestern comfort food we could eat. Whew. (You know the really sad truth? The picture at right is 3 yrs. old...because I was so busy on the trip, I forgot to take a new picture! Yikes!) The third day - thanks to a divinely appointed dead battery in our daughter’s car - we relaxed in her dorm room and later met our son-in-law-to-be for dinner. But even while we “relaxed,” we checked out websites for the wedding and accomplished a few other tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accomplished. &lt;/em&gt;There it is. Why can’t we JUST relax anymore? We’re in constant motion. Even when our bodies aren’t physically going to the next location, our minds are shifting to the next idea or project – or cable channel or website. So, here’s my question. Do you picture God as busy, too? Surely, our all-knowing, omnipresent God must sit grandly on His Throne barking commands and casting lightning bolts amid the frantic, praise-paced heavenly frenzy around Him. No? Probably not. I’m guessing the omnipotent/all-powerful aspect of His character is a significant time-saver, huh? But what happens when God inserts Himself into the hustle and bustle of human existence? He did it as Jesus, but He did it earlier for Abraham…and for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:1-2&lt;/strong&gt; – “The LORD appeared to Abraham near the great trees of Mamre while he was &lt;strong&gt;sitting&lt;/strong&gt; at the entrance to his tent in the heat of the day. Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he &lt;strong&gt;hurried&lt;/strong&gt; from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low to the ground.” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham was resting during the heat of the day – smart move! Then God shows up, and all sense seems to leave him. He begins hurrying. Why? Can we not serve God without over-doing it? Is the hurrying to prove our worth? To win God’s approval or favor? To look busy? Serving is great, but serving with sense and right motives is better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:3-5&lt;/strong&gt; – “[Abraham] said, ‘If I have found favor in your eyes, my lord, &lt;strong&gt;do not pass your servant by&lt;/strong&gt;. Let a little water be brought, and then you may all wash your feet and rest under this tree. Let me get you something to eat, so you can be refreshed and then go on your way--&lt;strong&gt;now that you have come to your servant&lt;/strong&gt;.’ ‘Very well,’ they answered, ‘do as you say.’” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It appears to me that Abraham is hurrying because he’s afraid God will leave if he doesn’t DO something to make Him stay. Trying to manipulate God with our service never works. We can’t know Abraham’s heart. Perhaps his motives were pure. But God’s response is clear. He not only allows Abraham’s hurried service, but “do as you say” seems to bind Abraham like a vow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:6-8&lt;/strong&gt; – “So Abraham &lt;strong&gt;hurried&lt;/strong&gt; into the tent to Sarah. ‘&lt;strong&gt;Quick&lt;/strong&gt;,’ he said, ‘get three seahs of fine flour and knead it and bake some bread.’ Then he &lt;strong&gt;ran&lt;/strong&gt; to the herd and selected a choice, tender calf and gave it to a servant, who &lt;strong&gt;hurried&lt;/strong&gt; to prepare it. He then brought some curds and milk and the calf that had been prepared, and set these before them. While they ate, he stood near them under a tree.” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s right there in black and white. Abraham had servants. D-E-L-E-G-A-T-E. Abraham wasted valuable time scurrying to prepare a meal for God, when he could have been feasting on God’s presence. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 18:9-15&lt;/strong&gt; – “‘Where is your wife Sarah?’ they asked him. ‘There, in the tent,’ he said. Then the LORD said, ‘I will surely return to you about this time next year, and Sarah your wife will have a son.’ Now Sarah was listening at the entrance to the tent, which was behind him. Abraham and Sarah were already old and well advanced in years, and Sarah was past the age of childbearing. So &lt;strong&gt;Sarah laughed to herself&lt;/strong&gt; as she thought, ‘After I am worn out and my master is old, will I now have this pleasure?’ Then the LORD said to Abraham, ‘Why did Sarah laugh and say, “Will I really have a child, now that I am old?” Is anything too hard for the LORD? I will return to you at the appointed time next year and Sarah will have a son.’ &lt;strong&gt;Sarah was afraid, so she lied &lt;/strong&gt;and said, ‘I did not laugh.’ But he said, ‘Yes, you did laugh.’” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah’s QUICK response to God’s promise is a cynical laugh, and her QUICK response to God’s conviction was a fearful lie. We can’t live quickly and then expect to respond rightly, when a relationship with God requires introspection, patience and trust. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, I want to live in the rhythm of heaven here on earth. I don’t have Your ability to know all, to be everywhere at once or to have power over all things; however, Your Spirit does dwell inside me. Teach me to slow down to Your tempo, not march to the clattering world around me. Help me to rest IN You, not work FOR You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-6554683304855296633?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6554683304855296633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=6554683304855296633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6554683304855296633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/6554683304855296633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/10/cadence-of-heaven-meets-clatter-of.html' title='THE CADENCE OF HEAVEN MEETS THE CLATTER OF EARTH'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/Styy6k2hUuI/AAAAAAAABA4/6TvJRCEZPf8/s72-c/Em-Roy+in+Ashland+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-2886844609419127335</id><published>2009-10-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:33:02.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>REALIGNING RELATIONSHIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SspvV2yFojI/AAAAAAAABAg/MvllfXBT8Rk/s1600-h/G-pa+J+and+Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389242325375754802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SspvV2yFojI/AAAAAAAABAg/MvllfXBT8Rk/s320/G-pa+J+and+Em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not sure who said this, but I usually give credit for all great family quotes to James Dobson. Here’s the gist. “The best way husbands can love their children is to love their wives.” Now, speaking as a wife, I think that’s fabulous advice! A loving couple in Roy’s first ministry position performed a heavenly adoption of our children and became Grandpa and Grandma Johnson on the first day we met them. Not because our kids were angels, mind you, but because this precious middle-aged couple knew their young associate pastor needed time to tend his marriage. They often took our girls for weekend vacations (like Emily's boat-ride with G-pa at left), leaving Roy and I time to catch our breath and actually look into each other’s eyes. Today, over fifteen years later, G-pa and G-ma J. are still an intricate part of our family. They made it possible for Roy and I to better love our children because we took the time to love each other well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a question for you. Are children the only priority-buster in a marriage relationship? What about those couples whose children have grown and gone, or couples whose lives are filled with blessings other than children? Lots of things in our world compete with our spouse’s rightful place after God in our hearts. Maintaining the husband/wife priority relationship remains a key to God’s blessing. It’s as true for us as it was for Abraham…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 17:15-16&lt;/strong&gt; – “God also said to Abraham, ‘As for &lt;strong&gt;Sarai&lt;/strong&gt; your wife, you are no longer to call her Sarai; her name will be &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;. I will bless her and will surely give you a son by her. I will bless her so that she will be the mother of nations; kings of peoples will come from her.’” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The name “[Sarai] appears to be derived from the same [Hebrew] root as Israel…‘She that strives,’ a contentious person…”&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11032022#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; I’m getting the impression that our lady Sarah might not have been easy to live with, and let’s face it. Relationships are hard. Marriage. Friendship. Sooner or later, in any long-term relationship, the person on the other end disappoints us. In this instance, God is elaborating on a twenty-five year-old promise and vows to change the very nature of Abraham’s wife in the process. Would your faith be big enough to believe that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 17:17-18&lt;/strong&gt; – “Abraham fell facedown; he laughed and said to himself, ‘Will a son be born to a man a hundred years old? Will Sarah bear a child at the age of ninety?’ And Abraham said to God, ‘If only Ishmael might live under your blessing!’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always thought Sarah was the first one to laugh at God’s promise, but it was Abraham who first laughed to himself. And then his audible response revealed a sad truth. In suggesting God give the promise to Ishmael, Abraham was taking away God’s promise to Sarah. Abraham would rather give it to the son of a slave than bless his first love with a son and kings. His heart had become attached to the here and now because of his disappointment in waiting for God’s best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 17:19-22&lt;/strong&gt; – “Then God said, ‘Yes, &lt;strong&gt;but your wife Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; will bear you a son, and you will call him &lt;strong&gt;Isaac&lt;/strong&gt;. I will establish my covenant with him as an everlasting covenant for his descendants after him. And as for &lt;strong&gt;Ishmael&lt;/strong&gt;, I have heard you: I will surely bless him; I will make him fruitful and will greatly increase his numbers. He will be the father of twelve rulers, and I will make him into a great nation. But my covenant I will establish with Isaac, whom &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; will bear to you by this time next year.’ When he had finished speaking with Abraham, God went up from him.” (&lt;strong&gt;emphasis&lt;/strong&gt; added)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Yes, but your wife Sarah…” God is reminding Abraham that it is his relationship with Sarah that must come first, that as Abraham is faithful in his marriage, God will work out His plan for BOTH of Abraham’s sons. Faithful tending of the vine reaps a plentiful harvest of fruit. This concept applies to more than just marriage relationships. It’s the core issue of our walk with Jesus as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen. 17:23-27&lt;/strong&gt; – “On that very day Abraham took his son Ishmael and all those born in his household or bought with his money, every male in his household, and circumcised them, as God told him. Abraham was ninety-nine years old when he was circumcised, and his son Ishmael was thirteen; Abraham and his son Ishmael were both circumcised on that same day. And every male in Abraham's household, including those born in his household or bought from a foreigner, was circumcised with him.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though Abraham could not pass down God’s Covenant Promise to Ishmael, father and son shared a moment of surrender and obedience on this day that Isaac would never know at his infant circumcision. Even when it seems God has removed a blessing, still He gives some precious gem to treasure – no matter how painful the circumstance – if we’re willing to seek it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, keeping relationships in proper priority is difficult on so many levels. Time management. Heart management. Sanity management. They all seem to boil up in a cauldron of despair…until I get the most important relationship in place. Show me how to put You back into the #1 spot, the Throne of my heart. I want You there. I need You there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11032022#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; http://www.studylight.org/enc/isb/view.cgi?number=T7644&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11032022-2886844609419127335?l=mesuloveshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2886844609419127335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11032022&amp;postID=2886844609419127335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2886844609419127335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11032022/posts/default/2886844609419127335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mesuloveshim.blogspot.com/2009/10/realigning-relationships.html' title='REALIGNING RELATIONSHIPS'/><author><name>Mesu Andrews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084781484555581366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/TKOk3vG7KKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/-XOfHGjBD0Y/S220/MY+PICK+FOR+BOOK+COVER.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SspvV2yFojI/AAAAAAAABAg/MvllfXBT8Rk/s72-c/G-pa+J+and+Em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11032022.post-1199781269760234358</id><published>2009-09-28T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:59:19.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTHING BUT THAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SsDp_GEzYUI/AAAAAAAABAY/juNeF5sspgU/s1600-h/194+-+Trina+and+Emily+01-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386562424506900802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hVJPt4aiLQ/SsDp_GEzYUI/AAAAAAAABAY/juNeF5sspgU/s320/194+-+Trina+and+Emily+01-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Roy taught high school and our girls were growing up, summer break was a time of great anticipation, a time everyone looked forward to…well almost everyone. I saw summer break differently than my family. My husband knew better than to utter the two words that would land him in the death pits of slavery. But after our girls finished second and fifth grades, they didn’t understand that saying, “I’m b-o-r-e-d,” would drive mommy to desperation. When they first declared their dull existence, I went easy on them. I restricted their TV watching to one hour a day and created a little game by which they could “purchase” more time by earning monopoly bucks through chores and reading. That worked for two summers. But the third summer…well, let’s just say all our memories are crystal clear. Their schedule went as follows. SHOWER HOUR: one hour for breakfast, clothing and primping (they were in that middle school mirror mode). FLOWER HOUR: one hour of weeding flower beds and garden, harvesting, cleaning vegetables, etc. BODY POWER HOUR: one hour of outdoor activity (for middle school girls, this was sweaty torture). BRAIN POWER HOUR: reading, library (this did NOT include computer games). And their all-time favorite – SCOUR HOUR: one hour a day of cleaning the house! Oh yes, for five hours every day, five days a week, they were mine. And guess what? The other hours of their day, they never said they were bored or asked me to suggest an activity. Why? Because they were afraid I might think of another “HOUR” to add! (As you can see by the pic above, they have recovered from the trauma of that summer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our kids ask and ask and ask, sometimes we finally give them an answer. Then they say, “Oh no! Anything but that!” I wonder if Abram felt that way after he badgered God and then rec
