<?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-371684379240972214</id><updated>2012-01-03T14:51:01.138-06:00</updated><category term='volunteer'/><category term='story'/><category term='hymn'/><category term='dad'/><category term='childhood song'/><category term='Jonathan Edwards'/><category term='victory'/><category term='radio'/><category term='Incarnation'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Jesus&apos; death'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Annie Johnson Flint'/><category term='redeemed'/><category term='Jesus&apos; burial'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='psalm'/><category term='grandfather'/><category term='Christmas blessing'/><category term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category term='joy'/><category term='forgiven'/><category term='danger'/><category term='Scripture passage'/><category term='safety'/><category term='Lord&apos;s provision'/><category term='Heavenly Father'/><category term='Fanny Crosby'/><category term='triumph'/><category term='memories'/><category term='grandmother'/><category term='the Way'/><category term='sharathon'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='new life in Christ'/><category term='Luke 2'/><category term='God&apos;s promises'/><category term='Jesus&apos; resurrection'/><category term='WCTS'/><category term='Lord&apos;s protection'/><category term='the reason for the season'/><category term='verse'/><category term='justified'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Wonderfully Forgiven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-7529254172996890544</id><published>2011-12-25T13:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:51:01.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; resurrection'/><title type='text'>Of Good &amp; Perfect Gifts</title><content type='html'>Today is Christmas Day, a commemoration of the Salvation that came to earth.&amp;nbsp; He, who was and is the Creator of the Universe, literally put Himself in the humble form of mankind that we can be saved through Him.&amp;nbsp; It is for this reason we celebrate, and although we do so in a diversity of ways, most markedly are the traditions of remembering the "Christmas Story" found in Luke 2 and the giving of gifts to loved ones much as the wise men brought their gifts to the foretold King of the Jews.&amp;nbsp; And this is why I find myself meditating on James 1:17 which says, &lt;i&gt;"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are likely to receive something this day, but may we not forget where everything truly good comes from.&amp;nbsp; Jehovah is the source of everything good.&amp;nbsp; It is He who loved us even before He created us, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; He created us even knowing that we would sin against Him.&amp;nbsp; He also knew that because of our sin, we would need a salvation and that He would need to pay that price Himself.&amp;nbsp; Along with that, He knew we would not love Him until we came to the realization of His love for us.&amp;nbsp; And it is here that we can see the great mystery: He still loved us enough to created us and then redeem us by His death.&amp;nbsp; He was buried and then He rose again, so that we too can rise again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;And this salvation is &lt;b&gt;freely&lt;/b&gt; offered to all!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; All we have to do is receive it, just as we do with the gifts we find under the tree with our name on it.&amp;nbsp; Of all the good and perfect gifts we are given from Jehovah, this salvation, whose precious name is Jesus, is the greatest of them all.&amp;nbsp; It's the greatest gift you could ever receive, and your very self is the greatest gift you could ever give when you give it back to the One who made you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderfully-forgiven-birthday.html"&gt;I've shared with you before&lt;/a&gt; that it was such a thought that turned my heart to Him, and I hope that you have turned your heart over to Him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, as we commemorate the birth of Christ today,&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that the light of His Word will shine in your hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the glory of His presence will be very real to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you never forget the &lt;i&gt;Christ&lt;/i&gt; in Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDzpulhRyN8/SzP6a5zFwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/CYvlpEvmbkQ/s1600/Merry+ChrisTmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDzpulhRyN8/SzP6a5zFwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/CYvlpEvmbkQ/s1600/Merry+ChrisTmas.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-7529254172996890544?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/7529254172996890544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=7529254172996890544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7529254172996890544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7529254172996890544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-good-perfect-gifts.html' title='Of Good &amp; Perfect Gifts'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDzpulhRyN8/SzP6a5zFwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/CYvlpEvmbkQ/s72-c/Merry+ChrisTmas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8255936196763423490</id><published>2011-01-09T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:12:37.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanny Crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Gladly I Will Suffer These Things, Unashamed</title><content type='html'>It has only been the last few years that I have made "New Year's resolutions" for myself.&amp;nbsp; It started two years ago when&lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-resolve-to-resolve.html"&gt;I Resolved to Resolve&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Then last year to&lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-deeper-richer-fuller.html"&gt;Grow Deeper, Richer, Fuller&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Before that I was unimpressed with the concept.&amp;nbsp; The premise faulty, the promise flippant, the proposition trite.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not always, but far too often, anyway. Long ago I determined &lt;i&gt;that's not for me&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Then I acquired &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/p/resolutions-of-jonathan-edwards.html"&gt;Jonathan Edwards' resolutions&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I liked what I saw, and what I read.&amp;nbsp; He was a man who sought to stay true to what he believed, and used his resolutions toward that end.&amp;nbsp; Not only that, but they were also continuous.&amp;nbsp; They didn't end at year's end, but were to the end of his life from that day forward.&amp;nbsp; Which brings me to my last point: They didn't necessarily have to start at the commencing of a new year; they were established the day he finished contemplating them.&amp;nbsp; And I realized &lt;i&gt;I really liked that&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So far, I've been establishing my own around the beginning of the year, and this year is no exception, or so it seems... But, you know, there's always tomorrow for me to recognize something else needs changing!&amp;nbsp; The type of tomorrow that actually becomes today, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leads me to what I've been thinking in the here and now.&amp;nbsp; I also like the idea of a clean slate at the new year's arrival, although any day is a good day to start anew technically.&amp;nbsp; So I've been considering how I'd like to kick-start the new year...&amp;nbsp; Then Pastor gave a fabulous message this morning.&amp;nbsp; For some background, our theme for this year, 2011, is &lt;i&gt;Striving Together&lt;/i&gt; (part 2, if you will, of last year's theme &lt;i&gt;Choosing God First&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp; This morning's sermon was based on Philippians 1:27, the context from verses 1-30.&amp;nbsp; We considered many things, one specifically being the word &lt;i&gt;conversation&lt;/i&gt;, this specific Greek word appearing only one other time.&amp;nbsp; It was all quite fascinating!&amp;nbsp; Being one to always contemplate how to apply the truths of Scripture in my own life, that was also something I was considering throughout the message as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the message hit its mark.&amp;nbsp; Most of the things I had been considering were rather general things, until the conclusion that is.&amp;nbsp; Really, it was a connection I had made of what my life needed to better become more like Christ, but it was just the chord that needed to be touched.&amp;nbsp; Something the Apostle Paul had down pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation wasn't long in coming after that, and the invitational hymn was &lt;i&gt;Close to Thee&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's a beautiful song, a favorite of mine.&amp;nbsp; Solemn &amp;amp; sincere, and so very, very heartfelt.&amp;nbsp; There's always something that catches my heart when I sing it, this time it was a line from the second stanza that stood out, the second line to be precise.&amp;nbsp; Even before that verse, I had wanted to go forward, but I couldn't leave my duties with the sound system to go to the altar.&amp;nbsp; I knew something else, though, besides the need to take care of these things humbly before my Lord.&amp;nbsp; My &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; could take a moment to pause in prayer, even if I couldn't leave my station.&amp;nbsp; And when I had finished, then I thought on what the song must have meant to the composer and what it had meant in her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time that all those thoughts were swirling around in my head, I knew exactly what my new resolve would be.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly enough, one of the verses of Scripture I think of when I consider this topic had become a cherished favorite last year, but I want to fully embrace it starting today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;"For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day."&lt;/i&gt; (II Timothy 1:12)&amp;nbsp; And that leads me to the conclusion, my resolve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Willingly suffering for Christ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sure, in some way or another I've suffered for Him before.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not to great extents, but suffering in one way or another.&amp;nbsp; But lately, it hasn't been all that willingly.&amp;nbsp; Any recent suffering, I've "suffered" through it all right... but not with the right attitude.&amp;nbsp; Not as Jesus Christ would have me to suffer - willingly and meekly... for Him - and yet, that's the very attitude I should have had all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lastly, I'd like to close with the special hymn of invitation that continues to touch my heart's chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close to Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fanny J. Crosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou my everlasting Portion, more than friend or life to me,&lt;br /&gt;All along my pilgrim journey, Savior, let me walk with Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;All along my pilgrim journey, Savior, let me walk with Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for ease or worldly pleasure, nor for fame my prayer shall be;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly will I toil and suffer, only let me walk with Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Gladly will I toil and suffer, only let me walk with Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lead me through the vale of shadows, bear me over life’s fitful sea;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gate of life eternal may I enter, Lord, with Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee, close to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;Then the gate of life eternal may I enter, Lord, with Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8255936196763423490?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8255936196763423490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8255936196763423490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8255936196763423490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8255936196763423490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-suffer-these-things-unashamed.html' title='Gladly I Will Suffer These Things, Unashamed'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1626902519235774765</id><published>2010-12-25T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:08:18.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reason for the season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas blessing'/><title type='text'>Christmas in Your Heart</title><content type='html'>You know what it's like to have a song stuck in your head?&amp;nbsp; Sure you do!&amp;nbsp; Well, I have a song that's been playing over and over in my mind all morning, but &lt;i&gt;in a good way!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know, I was surprised that such a thing was possible, but it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So about this song - well technically, it's just a line of the chorus, but anyway... When I stop to think about it, after &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderfully-forgiven-birthday.html"&gt;Monday's entry&lt;/a&gt;, it's really not a wonder that this song would be special to me today.&amp;nbsp; I've gone around it enough, so what are the lyrics?&amp;nbsp; (Have you been dreading that I might truly get to this?)&amp;nbsp; Actually, the title is part of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas, make it Christmas in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not from a very popular song, at least not anymore, but I heard it a lot when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; It has such a sweet, simple melody that complements the simple message of the song.&amp;nbsp; The oh-so-sweet message of the song.&amp;nbsp; The full lyrics (you can also hear the complete song &lt;a href="http://www.majestytunes.com/p-48-the-greatest-gift.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, song 3):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas in Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ron &amp;amp; Shelly Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus came to earth and laid aside His princely crown.&lt;br /&gt;Came to His creation, then a room could not be found.&lt;br /&gt;At this special time of year, the call is heard anew.&lt;br /&gt;Will you hear His pleading voice? Let Christ be born in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas in your heart, make it Christmas in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Open wide the door, and let Jesus in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;As the Saviour knocks today, will you coldly turn away?&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, make it Christmas in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may sing the carols that exalt the Baby's name,&lt;br /&gt;But when Jesus calls to you the answer's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;There's no room for Jesus, He is crowded out again.&lt;br /&gt;Will you open wide your heart and let the Saviour in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas in your heart, make it Christmas in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Open wide the door, and let Jesus in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;As the Saviour knocks today, will you coldly turn away?&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, make it Christmas in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Make it Christmas in your heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate Christmas every year, but is it Christmas where it truly matters?&amp;nbsp; Is it Christmas in your heart?&amp;nbsp; That is the heart that we love with, the heart that we sorrow with, the heart that ache with... not the organ we call the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ came to earth for one reason: to offer salvation to a sinful world.&amp;nbsp; He offers it to all; He offers it to you.&amp;nbsp; If you have received Him, it really can be Christmas in your heart because you know the true joy of Christmastime.&amp;nbsp; In fact, every day of the year can be Christmas for you because He is in you.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't will you make this year the first year you can celebrate the true meaning of Christmas in your life, in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we commemorate the birth of Christ today,&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that the light of His Word will shine in your hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the glory of His presence will be very real to you.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And may you never forget the &lt;i&gt;Christ&lt;/i&gt; in Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-1626902519235774765?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1626902519235774765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1626902519235774765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1626902519235774765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1626902519235774765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-in-your-heart.html' title='Christmas in Your Heart'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/s72-c/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8339803368596070210</id><published>2010-12-20T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:08:03.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; burial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WCTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture passage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeemed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; resurrection'/><title type='text'>A Wonderfully Forgiven Birthday</title><content type='html'>Many of you know some of my favorite programs on my favorite radio station, there's even a few links on the side to help you locate them on the web.&amp;nbsp; I was thrilled when I heard that WCTS would be airing a new, in-house Bible study.&amp;nbsp; (It's hard to believe that it's been almost 2 years since they started broadcasting!)&amp;nbsp; What a joy it was to hear today's study in I John.&amp;nbsp; Today Rebecca, Sarah, &amp;amp; Crystal delve back into verses 9-12 of chapter 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If we receive the witness of men, the witness of God is greater: for this is the witness of God which he hath testified of his Son. He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself: he that believeth not God hath made him a liar; because he believeth not the record that God gave of his Son. And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This delights my soul so much because of a decision I made 20 years ago yesterday, a decision that I would like to tell you about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been born at Christmastime, and with a name that means "Christmas child," it's natural to be thinking about birthdays and presents during the Christmas season.&amp;nbsp; My parents did a rather good job at not letting my birthday get swallowed up in the midst of all the festivities, too, which couldn't have been easy.&amp;nbsp; I also had the privilege of growing up in a Christian family and in a church dedicated to preaching God's Word as it ought to.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this means that from the time I was just a little tot, I knew that Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, God's very own Son, on this earth.&amp;nbsp; I learned early on that He came for one reason, and that was to save His creation from their sins, and that it was available to anyone who would come to Him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my birthday being just one night's sleep away, I'm sure I was thinking of Christmas and birthdays and presents as we were getting ready for church one evening so many years ago.&amp;nbsp; My train of thought might have even been that I receive presents on my birthday and &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; birthday, that He deserves so much more... and what could I give Him?&amp;nbsp; I don't really recall that, but I know I went up to my mom and said that I wanted "to give Jesus a birthday present.&amp;nbsp; I want to give Him my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All preparations ceased at that point, and in my mom's presence, I asked Jesus Christ to come into my heart and save me from my sins and told Him I loved Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And I still do.&amp;nbsp; He's done so much for me, and I want the world to know what He can do for them, too.&amp;nbsp; He showed His love for us those many, many years ago for us when He left heaven's glory and came down to this sin-cursed, imperfect world.&amp;nbsp; Then He lived a perfect life for us, never once falling to the temptations His human body felt, which is so important because an imperfection can't redeem imperfection.&amp;nbsp; He went on to show those around Him who He was by the things He said and the miracles He did, never ceasing when people believed not.&amp;nbsp; Instead, when their unbelief caused them to falsely accuse Him and sentence Him to the capital punishment of the day, He willingly went to the cross for us because our redemption required His blood to be spilled.&amp;nbsp; The greatest agony He went through was when God the Father had to turn His back upon God His Son because the sin of the world was upon His shoulders.&amp;nbsp; He died, but three days later He conquered death and hell with His resurrection.&amp;nbsp; Now, He's seated at the right hand of God, making intercession for those who call upon His name.&amp;nbsp; Because of His life, because of His death, because of His risen life, we can be saved from sin, from eternal death, from hell if we will humble ourselves, admit we can't do anything to redeem ourselves, and call upon Him.&amp;nbsp; I have done that, and I'll never regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thrills my soul to think of all that He has done for me.&amp;nbsp; As much as it actually hurts to think of all He went through, I'm so thankful He came.&amp;nbsp; I'm also thankful that this is something I can reflect upon during this special time of year.&amp;nbsp; And maybe, or rather more than likely, this is why one of my favorite childhood Christmas songs was and still is &lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-brightest-candle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&amp;nbsp; Have you also trusted Him to be your Saviour?&amp;nbsp; If not, why not?&amp;nbsp; There's no better time than the present, and it's a very special time of year indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8339803368596070210?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8339803368596070210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8339803368596070210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8339803368596070210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8339803368596070210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderfully-forgiven-birthday.html' title='A Wonderfully Forgiven Birthday'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2417658645445324809</id><published>2010-11-25T08:00:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:01:53.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Thanks For It All</title><content type='html'>King David obviously loved to praise &amp;amp; worship the Lord in psalm, and we must admit he wrote quite a few.&amp;nbsp; Among those many Psalms, one theme that occurs again and again is thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Since David, a man after God's own heart, loved to praise in song and singing happens to be a favorite pastime of mine, I'd like to share a few verses of a psalm and then song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 136 is a medium-length psalm that has been a favorite of mine for many years, ever since my youth group went over it verse by verse.&amp;nbsp; It has become special to me over the years because each verse lists the mighty power Jehovah has.&amp;nbsp; It's a direct reminder of who He is and all He has done, which should remind us of all He still can do.&amp;nbsp; And I love its uniqueness.&amp;nbsp; Every verse ends with "for His mercy endureth for ever."&amp;nbsp; Not only did He do these things, but He did them because His mercy endures forever.&amp;nbsp; The verses I've chosen to highlight extol a few of Jehovah's wonderful names and describe the creative power that He, our Maker, has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O give thanks unto the L&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;; for &lt;i&gt;he is&lt;/i&gt; good: for his mercy&lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;To him who alone doeth great wonders: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;To him that by wisdom made the heavens: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;To him that stretched out the earth above the waters: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;To him that made great lights: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever:&lt;br /&gt;The sun to rule by day: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever:&lt;br /&gt;The moon and stars to rule by night: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;O give thanks unto the God of heaven: for his mercy &lt;i&gt;endureth&lt;/i&gt; for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Psalms 136:1-9, 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I'd like to share with you today carries on with the theme of our Maker.&amp;nbsp; It is one I haven't heard in at least 10 years.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I'm not even sure if I'm correctly guessing its title.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't even thought of it for years, but then one day I tried to recall the lyrics.&amp;nbsp; Since then I've been trying to track it down.&amp;nbsp; After many months of searches, I was absolutely thrilled to discover it on a tape I didn't even know existed, let alone packed away in the basement below!&amp;nbsp; I'm still not sure who to credit as the author or composer, but at least now the lyrics are sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to Your Maker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever say "thanks" to your Maker?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever say "thanks" for your sight?&lt;br /&gt;There are many who never see flowers,&lt;br /&gt;There are those who know nothing but night.&lt;br /&gt;There are many who never see springtime&lt;br /&gt;Nor the change of the leaves in the fall&lt;br /&gt;So when you see the dawn of morning&lt;br /&gt;To your Maker say "thanks" for it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever say "thanks" while you listen?&lt;br /&gt;There are those who cannot hear a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Never hear children’s voices and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;For the silence is ever so long.&lt;br /&gt;Never hear the whispering wind in the treetops,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the sound of the leaves in the fall;&lt;br /&gt;So when you hear the voice of your loved one,&lt;br /&gt;To your Maker say "thanks" for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I love about this song is that it thanks the Lord, who is rightly called our Maker, for the things we so easily take for granted.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't just mention our senses, but also describes what those senses allow us to enjoy.&amp;nbsp; The song could even be expanded to encompass other pleasures as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On this day of thanksgiving, I hope you truly are giving thanks to whom it is due -&amp;nbsp; the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, who fainteth not, neither grows weary, of whom there is no searching of His understanding (Isaiah 40:28).&amp;nbsp; Not just today, but every day &amp;amp; always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/371684379240972214-2417658645445324809?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2417658645445324809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2417658645445324809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2417658645445324809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2417658645445324809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-for-it-all.html' title='Thanks For It All'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2389970822618478803</id><published>2010-09-29T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:35:14.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord&apos;s provision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WCTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture passage'/><title type='text'>A Week of Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What an absolutely marvelous week I just had!&amp;nbsp; As many of you are  aware, my favorite &lt;a href="http://wctsradio.com/"&gt;radio station&lt;/a&gt; had their annual  fundraiser, which they call "sharathon."&amp;nbsp; I love their daily programming - the Biblical preaching, Christ-centered  music, &amp;amp; other programs.&amp;nbsp; Yet, even though they take a short break from  most of the programs, I also love their sharathon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My love for the WCTS Sharathon really began back in 2000 when my family  started homeschooling.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time I'd had the chance to hear it  during the day, and it was a delight to hear the conversations of the different  radio personalities uninterrupted by anything but music.&amp;nbsp; Added to that, we  were also able to schedule a field trip down to the station during the sharathon....  And now, for the last 3 years, I've had the wonderful opportunity  of being down at the station every day of their fundraisings, which has led to  volunteering in other ways throughout the year as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is so much to enjoy about volunteering there: working with the WCTS  staff, speaking with the guest speakers who come in, hearing from other  listeners &amp;amp; taking their comments, and in general just staying busy helping the  station.&amp;nbsp; This year, it was also fun to hear my siblings give the station phone  numbers on the air live!&amp;nbsp; I didn't know about it ahead of time, so it was  quite the surprise when I heard their little voices!&amp;nbsp; (As it turns out, they didn't know ahead of time, either... they had come in to see me, and were asked if they could read the numbers on the sheet of paper in front of them. Next thing they knew, &lt;em&gt;they were on the air!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, if one was to ask me what was the apex of Sharathon 2010 (and every  other sharathon as well), I would say that it is seeing how the Lord meets  the needs of a ministry that seeks to please Him each &amp;amp; every moment of the day.&amp;nbsp;  The daily goal was exceeded a few times, and other times it was close. Those  times were so exciting!&amp;nbsp; But it's not really the excitement I'm talking about - it's seeing how God's people are responding to what He has laid on their  hearts.&amp;nbsp; That's one reason that I can confidently say that we know the Lord  will provide even though the overall goal wasn't quite met.&amp;nbsp; People don't  need to pledge during sharathon; they can give whenever it's put on their  hearts.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe the Lord has something else entirely in His mind.&amp;nbsp; I  don't know.&amp;nbsp; However, I do know, and this is my other reason, that when the  Lord is for something, nothing can hinder it!&amp;nbsp; And it's a thrill to watch  His plan come together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! &lt;br /&gt;how  unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! &lt;br /&gt;For who hath  known the mind of the Lord? or who hath been his counsellor? &lt;br /&gt;Or who hath first  given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again? &lt;br /&gt;For of him, and  through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;~ Romans 11:33-36 ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. If you would like to read more,  check out &lt;a href="http://friendsofwcts.blogspot.com/"&gt;friendsofwcts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-2389970822618478803?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2389970822618478803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2389970822618478803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2389970822618478803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2389970822618478803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-of-blessings.html' title='A Week of Blessings'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2871533612693781495</id><published>2010-09-09T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:09:05.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>My Soul's Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a good summer for us so far, even though it hasn't been an easy  summer.  I know that it might even seem odd to some that I can walk around with a  smile on my face and a song spilling forth from my heart.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(For those who may not know, my parents, siblings, and I have lived with my  dad's mom for almost the past 10 years, taking care of the needs she has had due  to Alzheimer's Disease.  But Grandma [or "Grammy" as my littlest siblings  call her] has not had an easy time physically for quite some time, especially  since early summer.  Soon, yet oh-so-slowly, August was upon us.  On  the 24th her suffering ended when she went to be with her Saviour Jesus Christ  ... and so peacefully too, without any pain or agitation, not even needing any  medications to assist her comfort level.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, in the midst of a time of pain &amp;amp; grief, I can see why others might not  understand.  But it's because we have so much to thank &amp;amp; praise the  Lord for, that I can carry on as I do.  As I alluded to in the paragraph  above, our greatest comfort &amp;amp; confidence is knowing that Grammy is now with our  Lord, because there was a time when she put her personal trust in Jesus Christ  alone.  It's also wonderful to know that she's now reunited with my  grandfather &amp;amp; other loved ones as well, including her twin sister, and no longer  confused nor mostly blind &amp;amp; deaf.  Also, there are so many answered prayers  to think back upon, and the way we have already been able to reach out to family  &amp;amp; friends has been a joy.  Now, &lt;span id="navigation"&gt;our greatest  desire &amp;amp; prayer is that all glory &amp;amp; honor would go to our Lord Jesus Christ, and  that our friends &amp;amp; loved ones would come to know His saving grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know we'll all miss her. Indeed, we already do!  There have already  been so many times I've thought of her, anticipating her needing something, or  expecting to hear her clear her throat to get our attention. And yet, if you  could see me now, you'd also know that I'm not sorrowing my days away.   Instead, you would see my heart is full with a deep, resounding, peace-filled  joy ... and yes, a  smile to fill my face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With that in mind, I'd like to share a hymn that I've always enjoyed, and now  has become extra special to me over the summer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine in My Soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliza Hewitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There's sunshine in my soul today, more glorious and bright&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Than glows in any earthly way, for Jesus is my light.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh, there's sunshine, blessed sunshine,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When the peaceful happy moments roll;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When Jesus shows His smiling face,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There is sunshine in my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There's music in my soul today, a carol to my King,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And Jesus, listening can hear the songs I cannot sing.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh, there's sunshine, blessed sunshine,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When the peaceful happy moments roll;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When Jesus shows His smiling face,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There is sunshine in my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There's springtime in my soul today, for when the Lord is near&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The dove of peace sings in my heart, the flowers of grace appear.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh, there's sunshine, blessed sunshine,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When the peaceful happy moments roll;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When Jesus shows His smiling face,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There is sunshine in my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There's gladness in my soul today, and hope and praise and love,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For blessings which He gives me now, for joys "laid up" above.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh, there's sunshine, blessed sunshine,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When the peaceful happy moments roll;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When Jesus shows His smiling face,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There is sunshine in my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-2871533612693781495?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2871533612693781495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2871533612693781495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2871533612693781495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2871533612693781495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-souls-sunshine.html' title='My Soul&apos;s Sunshine'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-501907345277507559</id><published>2010-06-20T21:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:45:16.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandfather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavenly Father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Of Fathers and Fish: Feeding 5 or 5,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Isn't it amazing how some memories are so clear in your mind that it's almost  like you're right there instead of looking back?  I'm thinking about one in  particular today, a story about my brother and I fishing with our dad and  grandpa when we were quite young.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The day was picture perfect.  It's a bright &amp;amp; sunny, nearly cloudless  winter day, so the sky is a gorgeous shade of blue.  The temperature  that day was lovely, too, so even though we had access to an  ice house, we didn't have to bundle up to check on the tip-ups.  On nice  days our usual set-up was a pole for each of us in the house for crappies, a  possible rattle wheel in the house for northern, &amp;amp; 3-4 tip-ups outside  for northerns, and this day was no exception.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I go on, I must say that ice fishing  with Dad &amp;amp; Grandpa was  always fun, even if we weren't catching much!  (Actually, fishing was fun,  regardless of the season.)  Grandpa knew how to have fun, and he passed  that down to Dad.  There was always plenty to talk about, and always  something to do, even if it was as simple as taking out a snack from our cooler.  Sometimes, Dad  would tell us to get in the sled and he would spin us around and around, kind of  like a merry-go-round except better.  Or sometimes, if fishing was really slow, Kev and I  would romp around, always careful to stay in site of the ice house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But we didn't need to find ways to stay occupied on this day!  We were  already having a rather successful day fishing, which means we were going to  bring home enough for a meal or two by the time we pack up to leave, when suddenly, our bobbers were going down in tandem, and the tip-ups were sending  up their flags, too!  We're hurrying to set the hooks and pull up the lines  (this was way before ice fishing poles had reels).  Wow!  That's  enough to be a special memory all by itself.  Even more so, &lt;i&gt; perch&lt;/i&gt; had hit the tip-ups!  That just doesn't happen.  So we get  the hooks set up with minnows again and put the lines back in.  Next thing  we know, the bobbers are going down again and the flags are going up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, it must have been a huge school of fish!  We soon realized that we  would need to keep count because perch had a new limit of possessing 99 that year,  and the fish kept biting without any sign of slowing down!  For the next  hour or two (you sort of lose track in the excitement), as soon as our lines  went down, they were needing to be brought back up!  By the time things seemed  to be slowing down, we were nearing our limit, not including the small ones we  tossed back (not that there were many to toss back - most of them were keepers).   We caught number 99 when things had almost tapered out, and decided to try for  the 100th keeper before we packed up.  We did catch it a little while  later, then tossed it back where it belonged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides being a cherished memory, this story holds a two-fold meaning to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Heavenly Father will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; provide for His children, just as He  tells us in Philippians 4:19, "&lt;i&gt;But my God shall supply all your need  according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;"  We never have to  fear a need not being met, and He is always right on time, too.  The Lord  certainly provided for us that day.  You see, as much as we enjoy fishing,  it also fills a need - our physical need for nourishment and sustenance.   We went home with enough for quite a few delicious meals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Heavenly Father wants to pour out His love and care upon His children, as  He tells us in James 1:17, "&lt;i&gt;Every good gift and every perfect gift is from  above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness,  neither shadow of turning.&lt;/i&gt;"  In that, He blessed us thrice: we  experienced the thrill &amp;amp; enjoyment that day; with a memory to look back upon;  and He blessed us with an abundance of food.  The memory was sweet to  recall when I was younger, but it has become even more precious since my  grandfather left this world and entered life everlasting.  The thrill of  bringing that many fish in, and in such a short period of time, not to mention  the excited busyness, is hard to describe.  Even knowing how exciting that  was, it's hard to imagine what it must have been like to be in the crowd when  Jesus fed the 5,000 men with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread ... and had twelve  baskets remaining!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This present day, I realize how blessed I am to have such a wonderful  grandfather and father, too.  I'm thankful for Grandpa's influence in my  life, and so very thankful that I'll see him again someday because I know he put  his trust in Christ alone, asking Jesus to save him.  Grandpa raised a  wonderful son - who is a great dad, and has taught me what it means to love the  Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad!  Thank you for being the godly example you  should be and for teaching me in the wisdom &amp;amp; knowledge and admonition of our  Lord - not only in my growing up years, but even now. I love you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-501907345277507559?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/501907345277507559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=501907345277507559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/501907345277507559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/501907345277507559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-fathers-and-fish-feeding-5-or-5000.html' title='Of Fathers and Fish: Feeding 5 or 5,000'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-7848606310409830744</id><published>2010-04-27T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:42:09.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture passage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord&apos;s protection'/><title type='text'>A Canopy of Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If we could see the big picture instead of the tiny snapshot-through-a-window  that we think we see, I wonder how much we'd realize we take for granted.   I'm guessing we would begin a seemingly never-ending list.  There's so much  we could list with just considering the tangible alone, and that the more we  find to make our lives and daily tasks easier, the more there would be to list.   But, of course, there's so much more besides, things that are even more  important than the things we can see and touch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Lord's protection of His children would rank high on such a list.  Oh,  we trust in Him for it all the time when we know there's  danger around us; indeed, we pray for it.  But how often does He supply it  and we don't even realize it because we aren't even aware of the danger that had  surrounded us?  Or how often do we thank Him because of what might have been?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This past Wednesday was a wonderful reminder of how precious it is to have  such an One looking after us.  My dad had asked my  brother to keep our younger siblings occupied so he could concentrate.  Since they were already in my room, Kevin decided it would be  a good idea to keep them in there (and it would have been if it weren't for the  clean laundry in piles to put away, the ironing board in the middle of the room,  and some miscellaneous things taking up floor space).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So my 3 siblings are in there with me, I'm taking a moment to relax with a  book, and Kev is annoying me.  Soon a faux tug-of-war ensued between he and  I, but when I eventually let go, his footing wasn't sound, and he's  thrown off balance.  In the very next instant, glass   from the ceiling light fixture is raining down into every corner in the room, in  all shapes and sizes,  including the entryway that should have been shielded by an outcropping wall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet none of us were hurt.  Despite the fact our younger sister was standing under the  light and glass fell all around her, or that both little ones looked &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;  when they heard the crash.  Nor Kev even though evidence shows a good  amount showered toward him.  Nor myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Almost a week later, I'm still cleaning up shards of glass that serve as a  reminder of just how bad things could have been.  And to think that this is just one instance when it was obvious the Lord was covering us.   How else could one explain that, despite glass shattering everywhere, no one  in the room was hurt, neither was there any trace of glass found on us?  It  would be pointless to try finding another explanation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 145 is a beautiful psalm that speaks of God's goodness, power, &amp;amp; mercy,  and I can't think of a better way to conclude than meditating on a few of the  treasures found in the passage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I will extol thee, my God, O king;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and I will bless thy name for ever and ever.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Every day will I bless thee;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and I will praise thy name for ever and ever.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Great is the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, and greatly to be praised;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and his greatness is unsearchable.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I will speak of the glorious honour of thy majesty,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and of thy wondrous works.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is gracious, and full of compassion;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;slow to anger, and of great mercy.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is good to all:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and his tender mercies are over all his works.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;All thy works shall praise thee, O L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and thy saints shall bless thee.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; upholdeth all that fall,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and raiseth up all those that be bowed down.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is righteous in all his ways,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and holy in all his works.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is nigh unto all them that call upon  him,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;to all that call upon him in truth.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;he also will hear their cry, and will save them.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 145:1-3, 5, 8-10, 14, 17-19&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/371684379240972214-7848606310409830744?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/7848606310409830744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=7848606310409830744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7848606310409830744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7848606310409830744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/04/canopy-of-protection.html' title='A Canopy of Protection'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-864994842643927593</id><published>2010-04-04T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:35:45.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triumph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; burial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeemed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life in Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justified'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; resurrection'/><title type='text'>The Resurrection and the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We read a beautiful promise in John 11:25-26.  While the passage it is  in is of Mary and Martha's grief over their brother's death, Jesus' response  addressed the physical issue at hand and the spiritual life of those who believe  in Him.  "&lt;em&gt;Jesus said unto her&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the resurrection,  and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:  And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can claim that promise because of what we commemorate today: Jesus'  resurrection.  What a wondrous thought that God would provide our salvation  through Himself!  He had to come to earth as a man (one hundred percent  man, yet still one hundred percent God!) to provide that Way, the only Way.   Jesus said in John 14:6, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the way, the truth, and  the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"  Paying the  price for our sins came at a high cost: He had to give His own life for us on  the cross.  A painful death, the death of a criminal with the shameful  sentence of capital punishment.  Not only that, but because my holy God  can't look upon sin, and because Jesus took upon Himself the sins of the whole  world, God the Father had to turn His back upon God the Son until &lt;em&gt;it was  finished&lt;/em&gt; by Jesus' death.  Then Jesus was buried.  For 3 days and  3 nights He was in the sealed tomb, and by the time Mary Magdalene came with  spices at the dawn of 4th morning, He had risen just as He had said.  Jesus  Christ's resurrection from the dead was the completion of His work on the cross,  and by it He conquered death and hell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because of Jesus' triumph, those who place their personal, permanent trust in  Him may say, "&lt;em&gt;Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting?  O grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory  through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt;" (I Corinthians 15:55, 57)  Death has no  sting, the grave has no victory over us because Jesus has redeemed and justified our lives,  and even when our lives on earth shall end, we shall be with Him for the rest of  eternity.  Our Redeemer lives, and so shall we.  And that's a promise  for forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: 700; color: rgb(215, 0, 0);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt; Happy Resurrection Day!&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/371684379240972214-864994842643927593?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/864994842643927593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=864994842643927593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/864994842643927593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/864994842643927593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection-and-life.html' title='The Resurrection and the Life'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2287896778280073534</id><published>2010-03-31T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:14:03.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood song'/><title type='text'>Bubbling in My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you ever stop to ponder some of the things you think about when you're in  the midst of some of the tiniest daily tasks, and why?  I do!   Sometimes, it's simply amazing.  Other times, interesting...  Or  laughable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This time, I  was bringing a pan of water to a boil, and it triggered a memory I hadn't  thought about in a long while.  It  was of me in my younger days when my mom would ask me to boil water  for her.  I would stand by and watch it until it did, and when the water  was finally at a rapid, hard boil, I would sing a favorite childhood song:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It's bubbling!  It's bubbling!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It's bubbling in my soul!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;There's singing and laughing, (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Since Jesus made me whole.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Folks don't understand it,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Nor can I keep it quiet.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It's bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling -&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Bubbling day and night!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even now, I can't help but smile when I hear the song.  It's such a fun  little song, and so very true!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bubbling day and night!&lt;/em&gt;  The Christian life really is like  that: a picture of true joy.  When we trust Jesus to be our Saviour, He  gives us a deep inner joy, an abiding joy.  No matter what the  circumstances may be, true joy still floods our soul day and night because it is  not dependent upon the world around us.  It is dependent upon one thing:  our relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ.  And there's no better place  to be than when we are allowing the Lord to guide us, following His leading,  walking in His will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Folks don't understand it.&lt;/em&gt;  This, too, is true.  Those who  don't know Jesus as their personal Saviour, don't know what "all the fuss is  about".  &lt;em&gt;The world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.&lt;/em&gt; (I John  3:1b)  Because the world knows Him not, our joy is an anomaly.  So are  we... and that's okay.  Why?  Because we have Jesus as our Saviour and  no one can take that joy away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor can I keep it quiet!&lt;/em&gt;  When we are excited about something,  it's so easy to tell people about it.  In fact, we can't wait to share it  with someone else.  Salvation and the joy thereof is something to be  excited about, something that ought to thrill our souls so that we can't keep  quiet!  Even if those around us don't understand it, we can still share  with others.  Our testimony and our personal joy can be what the Lord uses  to draw others to Himself because they see a difference in us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do we manage to keep quiet, or is our joy in the Lord so precious to us that  we can't wait to share it with others?  Do we love the Christian life so  much that we want the world to know the saving grace of Jesus, too?  Do we  love Jesus that much?  He loved us so much that He willingly endured the  cross, and I hope that we, as Christians, can't keep quiet.  That we feel  the need to share with others.  That we will boldly proclaim the love of  Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace,  longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Galatians 5:22-23 ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-2287896778280073534?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2287896778280073534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2287896778280073534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2287896778280073534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2287896778280073534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/03/bubbling-in-my-soul.html' title='Bubbling in My Soul'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1968658244459978265</id><published>2010-02-14T23:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:21:13.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yet another Valentine's Day is here again, and I think it's so special that  it has fallen on a Sunday this year.  On this day that we focus on those we  care about deeply, we ought to remember the greatest love of all and the One  whose love is so vast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agape&lt;/i&gt;, the love that is unconditional, nonreciprocal, and non-withheld... forever.   There is only One who completely fulfills the qualifications of such a love, and  He is the Lord God of heaven and earth.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We read in the greatest Love Letter of all, the Bible, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greater love hath no man than  this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.&lt;/span&gt;" (John 15:13)   It would take a great love indeed to be willing to die for someone.  Yet  that is what Jesus did for us.  First, He came down from heaven to be born  of a virgin.  Then He grew up, living a perfect life without sin.  He  allowed Himself to be falsely accused and to be put to the death of capital  punishment, that He being made the curse for us could take our sins upon  Himself.  Then He rose from the dead to conquer death and hell.  All  so that we who ask Him can be saved, which is &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-noticed-there-is-acrostic.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the greatest valentine of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because true love is so important, the Bible has much more to say about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In I John 3:18 we are exhorted, "My little children, let us not love in word,  neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth."  In other words, true love is &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt;, not just &lt;i&gt;saying&lt;/i&gt;.  Our actions should be living proof  that we love God, and that we love others just as the Lord Jesus Himself   has commanded us: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A new commandment I give unto you, That  ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.&lt;/span&gt;"  (John 13:34)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then there's the famous "&lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-love-is.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Love Chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", I Corinthians 13, which tells of how  empty our actions are without true love.  It defines what true love is and  is not, and concludes that true love surpasses everything else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through the Holy Spirit (whom He has given to dwell in us upon our  salvation), the love that surpasses everything else is passed on to the  believer.  It is humbling to think that He has given me the capability of  loving others just as God loves me... and you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy  Valentine's Day!&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/371684379240972214-1968658244459978265?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1968658244459978265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1968658244459978265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1968658244459978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1968658244459978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2413699792779310513</id><published>2010-02-02T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:09:05.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>Redeeming the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just want to take a moment to publicly honor my grandmother.  Today  she celebrates 90 years of life!  When she sees her cards and gifts, she  doesn't always believe us that she's 90 ... 40 or &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; 60 - and that's a  BIG &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; - is more like it.  But that's okay.  And when she  does believe us, she laughs and says she doesn't feel 90.  And that's a  good thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Helping provide my grandma's care every day has taught me so much.   Patience, for instance.  I know there have been times when I have chosen,  whether subconsciously or unintentionally, to suppress and ignore such spiritual  lessons, but they are lessons all the same.  Back in 2001, if I had tried  to think ahead to the years to come, I  think I would have said that 90 is  so far away.  Yet 90 is here today!  And I wouldn't trade these years  away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;90 years is a long time... and yet it's not.  Compared to eternity what  is 90 years?  James 4:14 says, "&lt;i&gt;Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is  even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.&lt;/i&gt;"   Life, the length of our lives, compared to eternity is a vapor.  Not even a  drop in the proverbial bucket!  The Psalmist accurately says, "&lt;i&gt;The days  of our years are threescore years and ten.&lt;/i&gt;"  What a blessing the Lord  gives us when our lives surpass that number!  The Shepherd-King David goes  on to say in Psalm 90, "&lt;i&gt;So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our  hearts unto wisdom.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are we doing with our years?  I'm 24.  I'm almost halfway to  50.  If I live to be 72, a full third of my life has passed!  Where  has the time gone?  I'm not really sure how it has gone by so fast.   And so I wonder, "What have I done with my life thus far?  Have I done  anything important, that &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; matters?"  I hope so.  I think  I've strived toward that goal.  More importantly, I hope that when I look  back I can say I truly did redeem the time I have been given.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 90 concludes, "&lt;i&gt;And let the beauty of the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;  our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the  work of our hands establish thou it.&lt;/i&gt;"  In order for the work of our  hands to be established, then we have to be doing the Lord's work.  We must  be walking in wisdom and redeeming the time as the apostle Paul says in  Colossians 4:5 &amp;amp; Ephesians 5:15-17, "&lt;i&gt;Walk in wisdom toward them that are  without, redeeming the time. See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools,  but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not  unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Redeeming the time, an important thing to do.  I pray that we seek after  it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teach me, Lord, to number my days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-2413699792779310513?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2413699792779310513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2413699792779310513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2413699792779310513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2413699792779310513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/02/redeeming-time.html' title='Redeeming the Time'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-5448191776180455924</id><published>2010-01-31T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:15:33.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Edwards'/><title type='text'>Growing Deeper, Richer, Fuller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This whole month I have been thinking a great deal on this past year and this  new year.  So much happened in such a short amount of time ... and now the  cycle has begun again.  But before I start with some thoughts on this year,  a few moments of reflection would be nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of last year, after reading &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/p/resolutions-of-jonathan-edwards.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;The Resolutions of Jonathan Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I came to the  conclusion that resolutions are a very fine thing if they are done in God's  power and not our own, much like Mr. Edwards says in his preface: "Being  sensible that I am unable to do anything without God's help, I do humbly entreat  Him by His grace to enable me to keep these resolutions, so far as they are  agreeable to His will for Christ's sake."  So, for the first time in a very  long time, I &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-resolve-to-resolve.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;resolved to resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It was indeed by  God's grace that He allowed me to stand as firmly as I did.  I know that I  haven't been perfect; in fact, there were times I failed.  Thankfully,  that's not how our Lord looks at us.  That is to say, that He isn't waiting and  watching to see how often we fail so that He can then say "I'm done with you."   No, instead, when we fall He will pick us up (if we let Him), say that we are  forgiven, remind us His grace is sufficient, then let us carry on with Himself  walking beside us once again.  And that's what He did for me.  I know  that, in my own power, I could never be as true to Him as I'd like to be, that's  why He tells us to come to Him.  And in looking backwards, His promises  were true throughout the year, He drew me closer to Him, allowing me to grow  closer into His image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, now for the year ahead.... Resolutions one the first day of the year  are nice, but there is another thing I like about Mr. Edwards' resolutions: they  weren't necessarily written on the first of the year, for the duration of that  year, and then it was okay to quit.  No, Mr. Edwards' resolutions were from  that point - that day, whichever day that might have been - from then until the  end of his life.  And I truly think that's a God-honoring way to live our  life.  Spiritually we should never quit striving for something, because on  this earth we can never fully attain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, at this moment, this last day of the month, dated January 31, 2010, I  shall add onto the list as found in II Timothy 2:15 &amp;amp; I Peter 3:15, "&lt;i&gt;Study to  shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed,  rightly dividing the word of truth.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But sanctify the Lord God in  your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you  a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:&lt;/i&gt;"  This year  and in the years to come, but especially this year because it's an area that  needs strengthening, it is my goal to dig deeply into the Word of God.  Not  because I've neglected reading His Word because  there are studies I'm involved in, but my own personal study needs to be deeper,  richer, fuller.  For myself, yes, very much so!  Because for as much  as I grew closer to my Lord, I yearn to grow closer still to the One who loved  me first.  And also that I may be able to further tell others about the  Lord Jesus and to be able to answer any questions they might have about  spiritual needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just like I saw in the year past, I know I will see that my Lord - all  that He is, all that He has said and promised - is again true in the year ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-5448191776180455924?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/5448191776180455924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=5448191776180455924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5448191776180455924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5448191776180455924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-deeper-richer-fuller.html' title='Growing Deeper, Richer, Fuller'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8661021166768403725</id><published>2009-12-25T07:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:58:04.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incarnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reason for the season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas blessing'/><title type='text'>He Shall be Light and Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In recent years, I have been struck by a portion at the end of the most  commonly read Christmas passage.  Interestingly enough, this part of the passage  that isn't always read, but it pauses me every time I read it. Jesus is born,  and just shortly after is seen by Simeon, of whom we read:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Simeon; and the  same man &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the  Holy Ghost was upon him.&lt;br /&gt;And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he  should not see death, before he had seen the Lord's Christ.&lt;br /&gt;And he came by the  Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do  for him after the custom of the law,&lt;br /&gt;Then took he him up in his arms, and  blessed God, and said,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace,  according to thy word:&lt;br /&gt;For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Which thou hast  prepared before the face of all people;&lt;br /&gt;A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the  glory of thy people Israel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;~ Luke 2:25-32&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus, the Promised One, the Messiah of Israel was finally born!  Yet this  Anointed One is proclaimed "a light to the Gentiles, and the glory of Israel."   I am stilled by Simeon's proclamation which announces that Jesus  is the fulfillment of the prophecies in yet another way, specifically the  prophecy in Isaiah 49:6 foretelling that the Messiah is to be the Saviour of the  whole world, not only Israel.  All the love,  peace, and comfort Jesus offers is for everyone.  He was promised to the  Chosen People, a promise that is spoken of over and over in the Old Testament,  but the rest of the world was no after thought. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How marvelous that God's plan included a Way for everyone, most especially His  people, but also all other nations as well!  How wondrous that Jesus would  choose to leave heaven and all its glory to come here to a sin-filled earth, all  the while knowing the suffering He had ahead of Him!  And He really thinks  we're worth it.  What an amazing thought, and a what an tremendous love the  Lord God must have for us!  His purpose for coming to earth was to give  redemption and eternal life to all who ask, and that is something money cannot  buy and death cannot take away.  What a truly indescribable gift God has given  us through His Son!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let us not forget that, while it is His birth we celebrate at this time, the  reason He came is because of His love for us.  As you contemplate this  precious Gift, I hope that your heart will truly be filled with the wonder of  all that the Lord Jesus Christ has done for you.. just as the wonder of it all  has filled mine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we commemorate the birth of Christ today,&lt;br /&gt;May the light of His Word shine in your hearts,&lt;br /&gt;And the glory of His presence be very real to you.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And may you never forget the &lt;em&gt;Christ&lt;/em&gt; in Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 66px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8661021166768403725?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8661021166768403725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8661021166768403725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8661021166768403725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8661021166768403725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-shall-be-light-and-glory.html' title='He Shall be Light and Glory'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ko6eqL1bGEk/S7vbaqr_PbI/AAAAAAAAADk/hf4BGgZlKus/s72-c/Merry%20ChrisTmas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-3989911151465711904</id><published>2009-12-20T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>In My Heart, He's Lord of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So much has touched my heart this Christmas season, and it's not nearly over  yet.  One, specifically, was a favorite hymn that has become all the more  dear.  This year, the words seem so much deeper.  As I contemplate the  words, the love of the Lord Jesus is very clear even though my mind could never  fully comprehend the greatness of it, and my heart soars at the chorus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was rather surprised to see that it was from the mid-1800s.  For some  reason, I thought it might have been a little later, maybe much later.   Although this hymn I am about to share is typically sung around Christmas, it  could be sung any time of the year, and I just might request it on a "favorite  hymns night" during a summer service.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who Is He in Yonder Stall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Benjamin R. Hanby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He in yonder stall, At whose feet the shepherds fall?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;At His feet we humbly fall; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He the people bless For His words of gentleness?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He to whom they bring All the sick and sorrowing?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;At His feet we humbly fall; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He that stands and weeps At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He the gathering throng Greet with loud triumphant song?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;At His feet we humbly fall; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lo! at midnight, who is He Prays in dark Gethsemane?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He on yonder tree Dies in grief and agony?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He that from the grave Comes to succour, help, and save?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who is He that from His throne Rules through all the world alone?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;At His feet we humbly fall; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt;I find myself thinking on how, during the time Jesus Christ was on earth, the  people wanted Him for what He could do for their earthly state, but so many  refused Him for their eternal state.  And still today, people continue to  refuse Him.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He's done so much for us.  His compassion is a beautiful thing,  something that ought to be cherished.  Do we give Him the place in our  heart He deserves?  Do we crown Him and allow Him to rule our lives?   I have been finding out that the more that I love Him, the more that room in my  heart is made to love Him more.  The more room is made to love Him, the  more there is room on the throne of my heart to crown Him as my Lord of all -  all that I am, all that I have, all that there is to come.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How about you?  Is He your Lord as well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-3989911151465711904?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/3989911151465711904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=3989911151465711904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3989911151465711904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3989911151465711904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-heart-hes-lord-of-all.html' title='In My Heart, He&apos;s Lord of All'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6245695520520798823</id><published>2009-11-30T09:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:38:05.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abounding Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Thursday I said that I have so much to be thankful for, and I truly do.   I went into this month intent on it being a month of thanks, and through it, I  saw just how often I can be thankful for things.  I didn't limit myself to  one thing to be thankful for a day - that would be contrary to the point - so when I thought of something, I took a  moment to be thankful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of the things I thought on are the typical things to list, others things were  something I realized I have been taking for granted, others still were things that have been  a major blessing or helped shape me into what I am today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It would have been nice to share something every day, but time doesn't allot for  that.  Since I haven't done that, what better way is there to close this  Month of Thanksgiving than with a list of things I'm thankful for?   Therefore...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The following list isn't all-inclusive by any means, nor is it numbered because several things might be of equal  standing, but the majority are the things most important to me. Although a note  or two beside each one will  probably make this a bit long, I just can't let it go without doing so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Shaddai (Almighty God), Jehovah-Elyon (The Living God), The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;  God&lt;/em&gt; -  The One Who created us even though He knew we would choose to go  against Him; Who never fails nor changes but is always triumphant, always just,  always true,  &amp;amp; always the same; and Who loves us enough to have made the way for us:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation&lt;/em&gt; - There has never and will never be a more precious  gift than the one given to us through Jesus Christ, our Redeemer.  He gave His own  life so that those who trust in Him alone would not just know &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;  life on this earth, but that we shall live eternally... with Him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Written Word, the Bible&lt;/em&gt; - There are possessions that are important to  me (family keepsakes, photo albums, letters), but if everything else had to go  (never to be replaced!), my Bible would be the one thing I would hold tight.   His Letter can never be read enough that we could exhaust what He has to tell  us, nor will the promises therein ever be broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Family of 7&lt;/em&gt; - What a blessing it is to be part of a loving,  Christian family!  To have Christian parents who strive to bring up their children in  the nurture and admonition of the Lord; a younger brother who is one of my  closest friends; little "tag-a-long" siblings who love me even when  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am "upset" or "out-of-sorts" (pretty names for what God calls "sin");  and a grandmother who, although suffers with Alzheimer's Disease, can love  us still even when other things are forgotten is a marvelous privilege.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extended Family&lt;/em&gt; - Aunts, uncles, and cousins, those special people I  may not see all the time, but whom I still dearly love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; - When I think of  friendship Proverbs 27:17 comes to my mind: "Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man  sharpeneth the countenance of his friend."  Of course, the opposite is  true, too - if you keep company with people who are a bad influence, it is  as if they dull the countenance of those around them.  I'm thankful  that my friends are such wonderful people; when I'm around them, I do walk away  feeling sharpened, and thankful for the time we had to come together before the Lord.  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 0, 0);"&gt;For where two or  three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.&lt;/span&gt;"  (Matthew 18:20)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://fbcstpaul.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  and the  &lt;em&gt;Bond of  Believers&lt;/em&gt; - I'm blessed to be in a church that has God-fearing  pastors who preach God's Word as it He has given it to us,  and such caring people who give real meaning to the phrase  "church family".  The bond we have as believers in Christ is  such a precious thing, the fellowship between one another is so sweet ... and  not only does it apply to those in your church, but it carries over to  when you meet other Christians as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithful Men &amp;amp; Women&lt;/em&gt; - I have known quite a  few saints in the Lord in my life who serve as good examples of what it means to live  a life devoted to God.  Now I have only memories of  many of them, but their lives still have left an impact on me today.   Their lives are and were sincere and strong in character because they walked closely  with the Lord, and thinking of them reminds me of how sweet life can be when  my focus remains on Christ and when I am truly thankful to Him no matter  what the circumstances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Schools&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp; Christian Homeschools)&lt;/em&gt; - Although I  finished my schooling by homeschool and my younger two siblings are being  homeschooled, too, I'm thankful that I also attended &lt;a href="http://faithstpaul.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Faith Baptist Christian  School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Kindergarten through 8th grade.   Christian schools are more than just an alternative to the public schools.  They provide a higher education along with, and even more  importantly, training in God's Word so that today's young people will have a  strong foundation in tomorrow's world.  Those same things are true  of many Christian homeschools, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conservative Christian Radio&lt;/em&gt; - Christian radio has become an  important thing in my life.  At our house you don't have to check which  station we are tuned into; no doubt, you would see the dial is on our favorite  station.  WCTS is a wonderful station with staff dedicated to making the  station live up to being our "Christian Companion."  Their  programming is filled with Christ-centered music, Biblical exhortation in  preaching, morning and evening Scripture reading, as well as  moments  throughout the day being devoted to reflecting on verses of Scripture, plus  programs for all ages.   Based in the Twin Cities of Minnesota, they can be found at 1030 AM on the radio dial in local  areas or streaming online at  &lt;a href="http://wctsradio.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wctsradio.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being Made in God's Image&lt;/em&gt; - What a special thing to be chosen by  God Himself to be made in His very own likeness!  The list here is  limitless to the things we could include.  From logic &amp;amp; common sense to creativity  &amp;amp;  expression, there are so many things that are  unique to mankind than all the rest of creation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neighbors&lt;/em&gt; - Nice neighbors are something wonderful to have, and we  have some very sweet neighbors.  Our "Queen of the Hill" (as my mom calls  her because she has lived all of her 80+ years here in her house on the hill and seems to have connections with everyone through someone) is  caring enough to keep us all informed.  Another dear lady is always ready  to talk or lend a helping hand.  And who would have thought that a backyard  neighbor would be the answer to our prayers for stringed instrument lessons,  or that we would be the answer to his prayer to find  someone with whom to share his talent?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom&lt;/em&gt; - The freedom in America is unique to America,  and I'm so thankful that the forefathers of this nation cared enough about  those who would come after them to put laws, such as the Bill of Rights, in  place.  I'm also thankful for the many who gave their time, effort, &amp;amp; lives  to make it so, and the many to then uphold it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Literature, Music, &amp;amp; Poetry&lt;/em&gt; - In a passage of  Scripture, and between two particular verses, about the contrast of unsaved life  to new life in Christ is Ephesians 4:23, which says, "And be renewed in the  spirit of your mind;"  Romans 12 also talks about living a life acceptable  unto God, where renewing your mind is mentioned once again.  Our mind and  thoughts are pretty important; indeed, it's a major part of our very beings.  So  I'm thankful for Christian authors who seek to please God with their writings,  who want to strengthen fellow-believers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Housing, Clothing, Food, et cetera&lt;/em&gt; - As I've gotten older, I realize  more and more just how much of a blessing it is to have the basic necessities.   When I was younger, I didn't really think of what it would be like not to have  these things - and if things were a bit lacking, I still never went without.   Looking back, I can see how the Lord as provided!  He has promised to  provide for our needs in the future, too.  And now I am beginning to  understand just what a blessing that is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modern Appliances &amp;amp; Luxuries&lt;/em&gt; - We don't need many of the things we  have, but they sure can make our jobs easier... and how nice it is to have the extra time those useful things "add" to our day!   These little things that we often take for granted can be a blessing if we use  them wisely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all have so much to be thankful for - even &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; itself! - and there  are so many more blessings besides.  I hope you truly are thankful to Whom  it is due because we could never begin to thank Him enough!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord,&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; walk ye in  him:&lt;br /&gt;Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as ye have been  taught,&lt;br /&gt;abounding therein with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;~ Colossians 2:6-7 ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6245695520520798823?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6245695520520798823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6245695520520798823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6245695520520798823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6245695520520798823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/11/abounding-thanks.html' title='Abounding Thanks'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-3527895934849290362</id><published>2009-11-26T23:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>With Grateful Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These past few weeks have reminded me just how much I truly do have to be  thankful for, and it was such a blessing to have our midweek service dedicated  to praising the Lord.  Testimony after testimony of God's wonderful  goodness were shared, and it was a delight to come before the Lord as one heart  in gratitude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We also lifted up our voices in song, and one hymn that we recently sang  really caught my attention.  Written in 1864, with a tune composed in 1838,  these words of sincere praise bid its readers to raise their hearts in  thanksgiving.  While I contemplated the words, my heart was indeed stirred  with gratitude for the many things that are listed that I so dear to me.   And maybe that was part of what caught my attention - the things I have been  thanking the Lord for were right there in a song so sweet I could raise my voice  in prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the Beauty of the Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Folliot S. Pierpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For the love which from our birth over and around us lies;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lord of All, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For the wonder of each hour of the day and of the night,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Hill and vale and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lord of All, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For the joy of human love, brother, sister, parent, child;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Friends on earth and friends above; for all gentle thoughts and mild:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lord of All, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For Thy Church that evermore lifteth holy hands above,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Offering up on every shore her pure sacrifice of love:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lord of All, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For Thyself, best gift divine, to our race so freely given:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For that great, great love of Thine, peace on earth and joy in heaven:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Lord of All, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise ye the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;: for &lt;em&gt;it is&lt;/em&gt; good to  sing praises unto our God; for &lt;em&gt;it is&lt;/em&gt; pleasant; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; praise is comely.  Psalm 147:1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 73, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/em&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/371684379240972214-3527895934849290362?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/3527895934849290362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=3527895934849290362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3527895934849290362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3527895934849290362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-grateful-praise.html' title='With Grateful Praise'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-3969536008544020192</id><published>2009-11-02T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:03:44.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a way, it's almost hard to believe that November is already here.   There are many things that I like about this month, but one that is extra  special to me is a day of thanksgiving.  It's especially important to me  because, even though we could and ought to pause to give thanks quite often  throughout each day, just how often do we make the effort?  (Too often the  Holy Spirit convicts my own heart for not giving thanks nearly as much as I  should.)  Our thanksgiving should never cease, but it's something that can  easily be neglected.  It's also something I have been thinking on quite a  bit....  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The words "thanks" and "thank you" imply that there is someone to whom such  sentiment is due.  To whom are we thankful for the many things we could  list?  There is only One Who could and &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; receive credit for  such things: the everlasting God, the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, the Creator of  the ends of the earth, who by him and for him were all things made, and by whom  all things consist (Isaiah 40:28, Colossians 1:16,17).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With all of the above in mind, this year I've decided that I'm not going to  set aside &lt;i&gt;just a single day&lt;/i&gt;.  No, indeed!  This year  thanksgiving will be the focus of &lt;i&gt;this whole month&lt;/i&gt; with the intent that,  at the end of November, it will carry over into the months to come.  So I'd  like to dedicate this month with a little one-stanza song.  Its sweet  melody is one of complete reverence, yet so full of joy and peace that it causes  me to reflect and give Him praise &amp;amp; thanks every time I hear it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank You, Lord, for saving my soul!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, for making me  whole.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, for giving to me&lt;br /&gt;Thy great salvation, so rich and free!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We truly do have so much for which to be thankful.  We may not always  have everything we want, but He will supply everything we truly need.  And  what more could we ask for than an everlasting life with Him?  Having that  is worth more than the world!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May we all truly be thankful for the blessings He sends our way, and for the  great salvation He has given to us through Jesus Christ.  For the  Christian, this is where thankfulness begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-3969536008544020192?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/3969536008544020192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=3969536008544020192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3969536008544020192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3969536008544020192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-9074678551662229469</id><published>2009-07-25T17:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:09:05.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Johnson Flint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s promises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>What God Hath Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Throughout our lives there are points in time that will mark the end of  something special.  With my grandmother's promotion to Glory in the month  of June, these past few months hold the last of some precious memories for me.   She was so dear to me, one of my most favorite people in the world, and when I recall our  special moments from years past, I also see just how blessed I am to have her  for a grandmother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is much I could tell you about her, about all the times we shared together,  and the close relationship we shared.  I could tell you about how  sweet and caring she was, the hand she had in training up this child in the way  I should go, and all she meant to me.  Or I could tell you what made her to be  everything she was, which is the greatest impact she had on my life.  I  could list the many titles that describe the special bond we had, just a few of  which are my confidante, prayer warrior, encourager, &amp;amp; beloved grandmother whom  I called "Grandy".  Then I could work my way down the list one by one,  recalling memory after memory, and ending with the most important.  Or I could  offer a glimpse solely at what defined her most, and this is what I shall do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thread that binds the tapestry of memories of my Grandy together, whether  picking berries from her berry patches, shopping in the grocery store, or going  to monthly checkups at the clinic, is the love for her Lord and mine, Jesus Christ  our Saviour.   No matter where she was, who she was with, or what she  was doing... Oh, how much she loved Jesus!  She placed her trust  exclusively in Him when she was a teen, and it was her deepest desire to live her  life fully dedicated to Him.  Even to a child, her devotion to Him was evident,  for her life was indeed a living testimony of His love.  She truly wanted  everyone she met to come to know Jesus as their Saviour, too, and indeed a shining  light for Him she has been.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As for me, she helped nurture my love for Him, first by telling me of His  love and His sacrifice on my behalf, then after I  came to know His saving grace by placing my own trust in Him, she encouraged my  walk with Him.  There was  always a verse or passage in the Bible that we could share in as we  enjoyed the moments we had together.  She was always directing me to the  promises and truths He gave to us through His Word, and I often looked to her  as an example of a lady striving to be a Proverbs 31 woman because her life was  a wonderful example.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In light of her love for Him, I should like to take a look at a poem that was  special to her, a copy of which she gave to my mom some 30 years ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What God Hath Promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annie Johnson Flint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;God hath not promised skies always blue&lt;br /&gt;Flower strewn pathways, all our lives through;&lt;br /&gt;God hath not promised sun without rain,&lt;br /&gt;Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;God hath not promised we shall not know&lt;br /&gt;Toil and temptations, trouble and woe;&lt;br /&gt;He hath not told us we shall not bear&lt;br /&gt;Many a burden, many a care.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;&lt;br /&gt;Never a mountain, rocky and steep,&lt;br /&gt;Never a river turbid and deep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But God hath promised strength for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the labour, light for the way,&lt;br /&gt;Grace for the trials, help from above,&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing sympathy, undying love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love how the poem ends with the things that God has promised!  The promises  we have in God's Word are so special.  Sometimes it takes the hard times to  realize just how special.  Let's look at the poem again.  However, this time let's not focus on just  what He &lt;em&gt;has not&lt;/em&gt; promised for the first three stanzas, but rather on the  promises He &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; given for all the stanzas with some of the corresponding  Scripture verses it brings to my mind.  There are some, such as II Corinthians 12:9, that I  have looked to time and again over the years, and have shown themselves true once  again.  Then there are some, such as Philippians 4:7, I am coming to see that  their depths are incomprehensible, that I have just scratched their surfaces even  now as I am experiencing the promise and feel it in the very depths of my soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Hath Not Promised&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;What He Hath Said&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skies always blue:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;For my thoughts are not your thoughts,  neither are your ways my ways, saith the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your  ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 55:8-9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower strewn pathways, all our lives through:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thou wilt shew me the path of  life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures  for evermore.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 16:11&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not,  they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not  arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in  the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe  you, O ye of little faith? And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall  drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind. For all these things do the nations of  the world seek after: and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.  But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto  you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Luke 12:27-31&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun without rain:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from  heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring  forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So  shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me  void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the  thing whereto I sent it.&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 55:10-11&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy without sorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,  the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation,  that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort  wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.&lt;/em&gt; II Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 147:3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is nigh unto them that are of a broken  heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 34:18&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye  may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.&lt;/em&gt; Romans 15:13&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no  more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:  for the former things are passed away.&lt;/em&gt; Revelation 21:4 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace without pain:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These things I have spoken unto  you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but  be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; John 16:33&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts  and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 4:7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee:  because he trusteth in thee.&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 26:3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toil and temptations:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;There hath no temptation taken you but such as is  common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above  that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that  ye may be able to bear it.&lt;/em&gt; I Corinthians 10:13&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall  receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.&lt;/em&gt; James 1:12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble and woe:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the  L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; delivereth him out of them all.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 34:19&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble;  I will deliver him, and honour him.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 91:15&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peace I leave with you, my peace I  give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be  troubled, neither let it be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; John 14:27&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many a burden:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cast thy burden upon the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, and he shall sustain thee:  he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 55:22&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many a care:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.&lt;/em&gt; I Peter 5:7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smooth roads and wide:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enter ye in at the strait gate: for  wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many  there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way,  which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 7:13-14&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swift, easy travel, needing no guide:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel,  and afterward receive me to glory.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 73:24&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The steps of a good man are ordered by the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;:  and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for  the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; upholdeth him with his hand.&lt;/em&gt; Psalms 37:23-24&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; with all thine heart; and lean not  unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall  direct thy paths.&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never a mountain, rocky and steep:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;He maketh my feet like hinds'  feet, and setteth me upon my high places.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 18:33&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never a river turbid and deep:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;When thou passest through the waters,  I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when  thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle  upon thee.&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 43:2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;And he said unto me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My  grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.&lt;/span&gt;  Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of  Christ may rest upon me.&lt;/em&gt; II Corinthians 12:9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust ye in the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; for ever: for in the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;  J&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EHOVAH&lt;/span&gt; is everlasting strength:&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 26:4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest for the labour:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come unto me, all ye  that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon  you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest  unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light for the way:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a  light unto my path.&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 119:105&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the light of the world:  he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; John 8:12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace for the trials:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,  that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.&lt;/em&gt; Hebrews 4:16&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help from above:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not  dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help  thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.&lt;/em&gt; Isaiah 41:10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things  as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. So that  we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do  unto me.&lt;/em&gt; Hebrews 13:5-6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfailing sympathy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt; Behold, we count them happy  which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the  Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful&lt;/em&gt; [extremely compassionate, sympathetic]&lt;em&gt;, and of tender mercy.&lt;/em&gt; James 5:11&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undying love:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; hath appeared of old unto me,  saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with  lovingkindness have I drawn thee.&lt;/em&gt; Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Speaking of promises, this wouldn't be complete without a closer look at  greatest promise of all, the one that all the others hinge upon: the promise of  salvation.  God, in His great love for us, gave us the greatest gift ever  when His Son Jesus came to earth to pay the price for our sins.  This gift  is ours for the asking, and all we have to do is ask.  He knows our hearts,  so He knows if we truly trust Him.  And when we come to Him with a  repentant heart, He saves us for all eternity, once for all - past, present, and  future - never to be lost.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only  begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting  life.For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world  through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that  believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the  only begotten Son of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; John 3:16-18&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his  mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy  Ghost; Which he shed on us abundantly through Jesus Christ our Saviour;&lt;/em&gt;  Titus 3:5-6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe  in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For  with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession  is made unto salvation. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall  be saved.&lt;/em&gt; Romans 10:9-10, 13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love him, because he first loved us.&lt;/em&gt; I John 4:19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-9074678551662229469?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/9074678551662229469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=9074678551662229469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/9074678551662229469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/9074678551662229469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-god-hath-promised.html' title='What God Hath Promised'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1674572822293179043</id><published>2009-04-12T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:28:27.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triumph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeemed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; resurrection'/><title type='text'>My Redeemer Liveth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is such a blessing to have a radio station committed to furthering  the Gospel and strengthening the walk of believers, and Sunday morning is a time  I especially love to tune in.  It's so encouraging to go through my morning preparations listening to "Psalms, Hymns, and  Spiritual Songs", God-honoring music interspersed with verses of Scripture.   Being Easter Day, the focus was especially on Christ's work on the cross and His  resurrection.  What a beautiful reminder of how merciful it was that He would give His life a ransom for  me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the verses from this morning was Job 19:25.  "For I know &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;  my redeemer liveth, and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; he shall stand at  the latter &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; upon the earth:"  When I think of Job, I not  only think of how he  lost everything all at once, but also how the Bible says that in all this   "sinned not, nor charged God foolishly" (Job 1:22).  What a trust he had in  God!  Later, he proclaimed his confidence again.  That is, he &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;  his redeemer liveth!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From the time of Jesus' birth, it was declared that the forgiveness He came  to offer would be for everyone - "a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory  of thy people Israel" (Luke 2:32).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After His death, His disciples went back to their occupations, still not  fully understanding just what it had to cost Him to be the Saviour He said He  was, nor how He would yet accomplish it to the fullest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then He rose again!  O glorious morning!  How marvelous it would  have been to experience seeing Him alive again!  But blessed are they who  believe without seeing (John 20:29), and truly we do experience His resurrection  when He restores the soul of one who looks to Him for redemption because He liveth in him.  And just as Job &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; his Redeemer liveth, &lt;em&gt;so can  we!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have so many songs I enjoy for each special commemoration, and more besides  for the days in between (although, those around me might hear me break into song from any  occasion at any given moment), so I have yet another hymn I'd like to share with  you for this magnificent day... one that captures the triumph we have in Jesus  Christ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;em&gt;He Lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alfred H. Ackley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I serve a risen Saviour, He's in the world today;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I know that He is living, whatever men may say;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And just the time I need Him He's always near.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;In all the world around me I see His loving care,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And tho' my heart grows weary I never will despair;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I know that He is leading thro' all the stormy blast,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The day of His appearing will come at last.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, lift up your voice and sing&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;None other is so loving, so good and kind.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;" &gt;Happy  Resurrection Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-1674572822293179043?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1674572822293179043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1674572822293179043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1674572822293179043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1674572822293179043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-redeemer-liveth.html' title='My Redeemer Liveth!'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-7017642563172862545</id><published>2009-03-21T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:20:57.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who'll Be Like Gideon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This has been a month of remembrances for many people, including myself, as we looked  back upon the years of service of two faithful couples: a pastor and his wife serving 40 years at  a local church, and a missionary husband &amp;amp; wife who, after 40 years service in  the Amazon, are transitioning to ministry here.  I thank the Lord for their  wonderful examples, for they have taught me so much: how to exhibit Christ's  love by caring for and helping others, being a missionary wherever you are  (whether called to a foreign field  or not, you can win souls to Christ), trust in God's provision, just to name a few  ... and they still have so much more to share.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was delightful to have special services and fellowships to rejoice with  them in their ministries.  Even in the celebrations, all the glory pointed to Jesus Christ  because He is the reason for their ministering and also because He gives the grace to  continue on.  It's a blessing to have such examples, and it's also a  challenge.  Now that we've reflected on what God has done in the  last 40 years, what are we going to be doing for Him for next 40 years (and beyond)?   Their ministries aren't over, and neither are ours!  Someday, those who are faithful will  look back and be able to say "Jesus led me all the way", but for now, are we  going to be like Gideon ... are we stepping up to the plate, doing &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; that  we can for the One Who gave His &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; for us?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is a Gideon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a day when idols are worshiped,&lt;br /&gt;Even God's people are trapped in their snares.&lt;br /&gt;Good men have fallen, standards have shaken -&lt;br /&gt;Where is the answer? Who even cares?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where is a Gideon? Where is the man&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be a leader, and follow God's plan?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God's champion? Who'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;To stand like Gideon? I'll be that man!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where is a man who gives up ambition,&lt;br /&gt;Worldly desires are all set aside!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the man, though lowly be service,&lt;br /&gt;Who's satisfied only in Him to abide?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where is a Gideon? Where is the man&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be a leader and follow God's plan?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God's champion? Who'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;To stand like Gideon? I'll be that man!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who'll be a Gideon? I'll be that man!&lt;br /&gt;That man!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Faithful &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; he that calleth you, who also will  do &lt;/em&gt;it&lt;em&gt;. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in  the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to  observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway,  even unto the end of the world. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;" (I Thessalonians 5:24, Matthew 28:19-20)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-7017642563172862545?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/7017642563172862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=7017642563172862545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7017642563172862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/7017642563172862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/03/wholl-be-gideon.html' title='Who&apos;ll Be Like Gideon?'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1011697012581866149</id><published>2009-02-14T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:00:00.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's Valentine's Day, and love is back on display.  When we observe the world around us, we see the secular definitions of love.  When we read the Scriptures, however, we see that mankind's definition doesn't even compare to what God describes as love.  Indeed, the Bible speaks very clearly about the meaning of real love, and we are to love one another not only as we love ourselves, but also as He has loved us (Matthew 22:39, John 15:12).  Since we are commanded to love, we ought to be clear what is expected of us.  I Corinthians 13 is often referred to as "The Love Chapter" because it unmistakably describes what love is ...and isn't, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.&lt;br /&gt;   And though I have &lt;em&gt;the gift of&lt;/em&gt; prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;   And though I bestow all my goods to feed &lt;em&gt;the poor&lt;/em&gt;, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;   Charity suffereth long, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,&lt;br /&gt;   Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;&lt;br /&gt;   Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;&lt;br /&gt;   Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.&lt;br /&gt;   Charity never faileth: but whether &lt;em&gt;there be&lt;/em&gt; prophecies, they shall fail; whether &lt;em&gt;there be&lt;/em&gt; tongues, they shall cease; whether &lt;em&gt;there be&lt;/em&gt; knowledge, it shall vanish away.&lt;br /&gt;   For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.&lt;br /&gt;   But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.&lt;br /&gt;   When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.&lt;br /&gt;   For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.&lt;br /&gt;   And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; charity.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we examine what love is, as well as the reciprocal of what it isn't, we see that the rest of the Fruit of the Spirit - joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance - is woven throughout the passage and are all used as part of the description for the first fruit in Galatians 5:22-23: love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For such an endeavor, there's no one better to look to for an example of such  unconditional love than Jesus Christ.  Jesus had one purpose in mind when He came to earth, and He wouldn't return Home until it was complete.  His purpose was to provide the sole means of redemption for mankind, and that could only be accomplished through the shedding of His blood.  He came even though He knew how great His suffering would be, and He came  because of love.  "&lt;em&gt;Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.&lt;/em&gt;" John 15:13  Through Jesus' finished work of the cross, God offers everyone salvation.  It took His death on the cross to pay the price for our sin and His resurrection from the grave to conquer death.  Jesus Christ is &lt;a target="The Perfect Valentine" href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-noticed-there-is-acrostic.html"&gt;God's valentine&lt;/a&gt; to you.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.&lt;/em&gt;" I Corinthians 13:13&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy  Valentine's Day!&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/371684379240972214-1011697012581866149?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1011697012581866149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1011697012581866149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1011697012581866149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1011697012581866149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-love-is.html' title='What Love Is'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-674125593755782822</id><published>2009-01-01T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:26:42.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>I Resolve to Resolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The new year is a wonderful time to reflect.  There are other good times for that, of course, but with a fresh year ahead it can give a different outlook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So with a clean slate before us, so to speak, I think of Romans 12:1-2.  "&lt;em&gt;I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God,&lt;/em&gt;which is&lt;em&gt; your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't been one to make New Year's resolutions in the past because many of the examples I've heard were made so flippantly, and there seem to be so few taken seriously that the resolution isn't kept.  Perhaps, that's because in our own strength, we simply fall short like an arrow dropping before the target.  Recently I've acquired &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/p/resolutions-of-jonathan-edwards.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Resolutions of Jonathan Edwards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who was one of the well-known evangelists of the 18th century. The key resolution, written as a preface to the 70 resolutions to follow, is this: "Being sensible that I am unable to do anything without God's help, I do humbly entreat Him by His grace to enable me to keep these resolutions, so far as they are agreeable to His will for Christ's sake."  With Mr. Edwards quote in mind, I have one goal for the coming year for which I'll strive for more than previous years.  My resolution, my goal for 2009 is Romans 1:16 &amp;amp; Philippians 1:20.  "&lt;em&gt;For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.  According to my earnest expectation and &lt;/em&gt;my&lt;em&gt; hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt; with all boldness, as always, &lt;/em&gt;so&lt;em&gt; now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether &lt;/em&gt;it be&lt;em&gt; by life, or by death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back at the entries of this past year, I realized that most included a song.  For the start of this new year, I am going to and yet another one.  One that accurately reflects the verses on my heart today, of proclaiming Christ's love, growing closer to Him, and looking for His coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Tell the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baynard L. Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’ll tell the world, that I’m a Christian;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’m not ashamed, His name to bear.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’ll tell the world, that I’m a Christian;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’ll take Him with me anywhere.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’ll tell the world, how Jesus saved me,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And how He gave me a life brand new;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And I know that if you trust Him&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That all He gave me, He’ll give to you.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I’ll tell the world, that He’s my Saviour;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;No other one, could love me so.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My life, my all is His forever,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And where He leads me I will go.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I'll tell the world that He is coming;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It may be near or far away.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But we must live as if His coming&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Would be tomorrow or today.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For when He comes, and life is over,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For those who love Him there’s more to be;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Eyes have never seen the wonders&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That He’s preparing, for you and me.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O tell the world, that you’re a Christian;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Be not ashamed, His name to bear.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O tell the world, that you’re a Christian,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And take Him with you everywhere.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-674125593755782822?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/674125593755782822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=674125593755782822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/674125593755782822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/674125593755782822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-resolve-to-resolve.html' title='I Resolve to Resolve'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1313716889226750780</id><published>2008-12-25T19:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:27:57.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incarnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reason for the season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas blessing'/><title type='text'>The Birthday of a King</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)&lt;br /&gt;And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)&lt;br /&gt;To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.&lt;br /&gt;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;br /&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And this &lt;em&gt;shall be&lt;/em&gt; a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.&lt;br /&gt;And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;And when they had seen &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.&lt;br /&gt;And all they that heard &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;But Mary kept all these things, and pondered &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.&lt;br /&gt;And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the child, his name was called JESUS, which was so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;And when the days of her purification according to the law of Moses were accomplished, they brought him to Jerusalem, to present &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;(As it is written in the law of the Lord, Every male that openeth the womb shall be called holy to the Lord;)&lt;br /&gt;And to offer a sacrifice according to that which is said in the law of the Lord, A pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name [was] Simeon; and the same man &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him.&lt;br /&gt;And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord's Christ.&lt;br /&gt;And he came by the Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law,&lt;br /&gt;Then took he him up in his arms, and blessed God, and said,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:&lt;br /&gt;For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;&lt;br /&gt;A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;~ Luke 2:1-33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This passage is a favorite among believers this time of year.  And with due reason: it is Christ's birth that we celebrate.  As is the well-known saying, Jesus is the reason for the season!  And He is.  Why is Jesus the reason for the season?  Because we needed a Saviour, and only He could be the one to redeem mankind.  That's why verses 30-32 have been especially dear tome in recent years... because this is &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; reason for the season.  "&lt;em&gt;For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel&lt;/em&gt;."  Jesus came to earth &lt;em&gt;for one reason&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;to be our salvation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we commemorate the birth of Christ today,&lt;br /&gt;may the light of His Word shine in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;and the glory of His presence be very real to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:brush script mt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&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/371684379240972214-1313716889226750780?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1313716889226750780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1313716889226750780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1313716889226750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1313716889226750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-of-king.html' title='The Birthday of a King'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6150274316770220264</id><published>2008-12-20T18:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:59:30.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood song'/><title type='text'>Light the Brightest Candle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite songs when I was a little girl was a sweet little  Christmas song called &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;.  It's always been a  reminder to me off the preciousness of Christ's birth, the very essence of this  celebrative season.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Happy  birthday, happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the Lord!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Let the earth cry out, "Hallelujah!"&lt;br /&gt;Let the  people shout for joy.&lt;br /&gt;Let the starburst light the brightest candle,&lt;br /&gt;And  the celebrate the birthday of God's baby boy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Happy  birthday, happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the Lord!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;It's quite common to receive gifts on our birthday.   However, &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; birth day is a gift to &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;.  Because of &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt;  birth the gift of eternal life is &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt; for the taking by placing your  trust exclusively in Him and His finished work on the cross, and that's a gift so great  that it could never be matched!  Truly, Christmas is this love gift  of everlasting life being commemorated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So as we look forward to a day of festivities, may your focus be  on the things with greater than earthly value, and may you never lose sight of  the Christ in Christmas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6150274316770220264?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6150274316770220264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6150274316770220264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6150274316770220264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6150274316770220264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-brightest-candle.html' title='Light the Brightest Candle!'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6359460171763391455</id><published>2008-12-16T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:50:27.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>It Is Well With My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In recent weeks there has been a song that has been on my mind quite a bit.   It was encouraging to think on its lyrics when we received the news that my  grandma's twin sister was failing.  Those last days were filled with  precious times to remember.  The special moments we had alone with her,  reading comforting Bible verses to her, praying together, and, although my  great-aunt was unable to speak, her gestures were telling us what she had been  trying to communicate yet couldn't say in words: that she was trusting in  nothing else, no one else, only Jesus as her Saviour.  Trusting in Jesus  removes the penalty of sin, the fear of death &amp;amp; eternal suffering of hell,  and gives the assurance of God's promise of eternal life to believers.  She  is now with her Lord!  The week following her promotion to glory, the hymn  was sung at the funeral for the son of my father's good friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing that makes this song so dear to me, and seems to draw people  especially during suffering, is that the author himself had trials of great  sorrow within just a few years time.  In this beautiful hymn, the writer  attests that no matter the circumstances of life, with Jesus Christ as your Saviour,  all can still be well with your soul.  The history behind a song is always  of interest to me, so, with the families of these dear ones in mind, I  thought I'd share this one with you with the hope that all who read it will be  comforted on their life's journey, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Horatio Spafford, a successful lawyer who invested heavily in real estate,  and his wife, Anna, along with their five children, lived in Chicago, Illinois.   With the help of Biblical teaching and preaching of his close friend Dwight L.  Moody, he learned to live a life surrendered to God, and from that time  forward, he committed everything he had into the Lord's care - his life, his  family, and his earthly possessions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A major time of grief came when their son passed away.  His death was  followed closely by the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, which left the Spaffords'  financial state in ruins.  Thereafter, he and his family made plans for an  extended time in England, corresponding with Mr. Moody's evangelistic endeavors  there (with whom they intended continuing their close friendship).   However, last minute business hindered Horatio from leaving alongside his family.   His wife and four daughters continued on ahead to England while he would follow  shortly after to join them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anna and the girls set sail on the passenger liner &lt;em&gt;Ville du Havre&lt;/em&gt;  from New York.  In mid-ocean, disaster struck when the &lt;em&gt;Lochearn&lt;/em&gt;, an  iron clipper, collided with their ship in the early morning hours on November 22, 1873.  The &lt;em&gt;Ville du Havre&lt;/em&gt; sank in just twelve minutes.  That  day 226 lives were lost at sea; the survivors of both vessels, totaling 172,  were brought to Cardiff, Wales.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;News reports reached the States of the tragedy, yet Horatio heard nothing  about his family.  Finally, nine days after the collision, Horatio received  a brief message from his wife. "Saved alone.  What shall I do..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the ocean voyage to be reunited with his wife, the vessel's captain  approached Horatio to notify him that they were nearing the area where the &lt;em&gt;Ville du Havre&lt;/em&gt;  went down.  As they passed through those mid-Atlantic waters where his four  daughters left this earthly home, he penned the words to this well-known hymn,  which no doubt was a comfort his wife also needed.  Soon after he said, "On  Thursday last we passed over the spot where she went down, in mid-ocean, the  waters three miles deep.  But I do not think of our dear ones there.   They are safe, folded, the dear lambs."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Is Well With My Soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When peace like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, (it is well)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;With my soul, (with my soul)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trails should come,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, (it is well)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;With my soul, (with my soul)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious thought -&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My sin, not in part, but the whole -&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, (it is well)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;With my soul, (with my soul)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"Even so" - it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, (it is well)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;With my soul, (with my soul)&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometime later, he added verses that aren't commonly known, but still just as  beautiful.  When placed in their proper succession, these are considered  the fourth and fifth verses:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;If Jordan above me shall roll,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The sky, not the grave, is our goal;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rest of the story: Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Spafford returned to Chicago where they  raised 2 more daughters and another son, Horatio, Jr., whom they lost to scarlet  fever in his childhood.   The Spaffords journeyed to Jerusalem, and it was there that Mr. Horatio  Spafford, Sr., passed on to his heavenly home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each and every verse of&lt;em&gt; It Is Well With My Soul &lt;/em&gt;illustrates a little  bit more of the comfort we have in Christ.  The second and third verses  clearly state &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we can have that comfort and assurance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, this glorious, blessed assurance!  Christ has seen our sinful  condition.  He willingly left His home in heaven to live a perfect life  on earth, all with the purpose to shed His blood on the cross for us, then rise  from the dead to conquer death.  So if we will trust only in Him, all our  sin is nailed to the cross for us to bear no more because He will save us.   "&lt;em&gt;Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy  that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down  at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/em&gt;" Hebrews 12:2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This hymn is also a reminder to me of another precious truth.  It is  comforting to know that others who have experienced similar circumstances as our  own understand what we are going through.  Yet how much more so to know  that Jesus Christ understands all that we are going through and more besides!   He knows the pain, the suffering, the grief.  We can take all our burdens  and sorrows to Him, and He will take them upon Himself and sustain us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and &lt;/em&gt;why&lt;em&gt; art thou disquieted in  me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him &lt;/em&gt;for&lt;em&gt; the help of his  countenance. ...&lt;/em&gt;who is&lt;em&gt; the health of my countenance, and my God.&lt;/em&gt;" Psalm  42:5, 11b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6359460171763391455?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6359460171763391455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6359460171763391455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6359460171763391455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6359460171763391455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It Is Well With My Soul'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1632362401461807751</id><published>2008-11-27T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Counting Our Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving Day is here again!  I love having a day set aside for the  giving of thanks!  It's something we should take time to do &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;  day, yet to dedicate an entire day is also a special thing.  When we  give thanks we usually take the time to stop, reflect, and count our blessings.  So why don't we take a moment to do just that as we also think about the words  to this beautiful hymn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count Your Blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your many blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Are you ever burdened with a load of care?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And you will keep singing as the days go by.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When you look at others with their lands and gold,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So, amid the conflict whether great or small,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Do not be disheartened, God is over all;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your many blessings, angels will attend,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, see what God hath done!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Count your blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing that I think makes this song so lovely is that it expresses "&lt;em&gt;In  every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning  you.&lt;/em&gt;" (I Thessalonians 5:18)  Each verse begins with something that  doesn't seem all that great and concludes with a reason to give praise.  It  doesn't matter where you are in life, or what your circumstances might be,  because if you know the Lord as your Saviour, there's nothing that can take that  away from you.  And that's worth more than the world!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, may we give thanks to Whom it is due.  ... Not just today,  however, but every day and always.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-1632362401461807751?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1632362401461807751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1632362401461807751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1632362401461807751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1632362401461807751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-our-blessings.html' title='Counting Our Blessings'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1556390514006524755</id><published>2008-06-15T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:53:00.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>More than a Life Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some of my fondest memories are of times when I was out fishing with my  father and grandfather.  With today being Father's Day, I thought I'd share  one of those fishing memories, a rather recent one of last summer with my dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was the first time we were taking my littlest siblings out in the boat.   When Kevin and I were young, Dad and Grandpa instilled in us safety precautions  that all fishermen need to know, and the laws too in just the right way so  little minds can grasp them.  Now, it was time we do the same  with 6-year-old Chelsea and 3-year-old Garrett.  So as we were  getting them settled in, we went over the dos and don'ts, the how to  and not to behave.  One of the things on the list was "don't jump in the  lake."  We already had made sure they had their life jackets on, all  strapped and secured - not only as a safety  measure, but because it's the law.  It kind of has a double importance you  could say.  So Garrett says in his matter of fact way, "But  if we fall in, our life jackets will save us."  I had the privilege of  explaining to him that, yes, it will save you, but you still don't want to fall in.   Or at least &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; didn't want him to fall in; &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; probably would have liked  it, after he got over the initial shock and surprise, that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful time on the lake.  We quickly arrived at our little  fishing spot, with Garrett persistently cajoling us to "go faster", and  Chelsea enjoying our cruising along, too.  My siblings were catching fish  with almost every cast, so much so that I set my own pole aside to devote my  time to taking the fishes off their hooks!  As we Minnesotans are prone to  do, not only did we take note of who caught the largest fish, but also the  smallest.  Kev was awarded with the largest as he pulled in both a northern  pike and a bass just as we were packing up to go.  Chelsea and Garrett  both managed to "beat" my tiny little sunny that I had brought in early on, so I  didn't get to claim that "accomplishment."  Many were kept and others released  (including our three record-breakingly small sunnies), and "the keepers" made a  nice dinner the next day.  We made our way inland under a beautiful sunset,  with Garrett now trying to persuade us to go slower and slower, and Chelsea also  not seeming all that eager to get off the water, either.  It indeed was a  lovely time, and thankfully no one took an unexpected dive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kids really do have a way of saying things, don't they?  "If  we fall in, our life jackets will save us."  As I  was explaining the life jackets to Garrett, it didn't escape my mind how valid his point was, the simple  trust he had, and the lesson that can be learned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A life jacket can indeed save you from drowning.  However, just having  one won't save you, of course; you have to  be wearing it.  You can't just throw it aside when you don't need it; you  have to store it right when it is not in use.   Not to mention, you  have to have the right size, too.  And if you follow these specifications,  it will save you.  You know it will be there for you when you need it, not  needing to worry about the "what ifs", just having the trust that it won't fail.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went on to think of how Jesus Christ is like our spiritual life jacket.   You see, we all  sin.  "&lt;em&gt;As it is written, there is none righteous, no not one:   There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.   They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there  is none that doeth good, no, not one.  For all have  sinned, and come short of the glory of God;&lt;/em&gt;" (Romans 3:10-12, 23)   Our sin deserves to be punished, and that punishment is death.  "&lt;em&gt;For the  wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our  Lord.&lt;/em&gt;" (Romans 6:23)  Yet God loves us, anyway, in spite of our sin.   And He loved us so much that He did something about it.  "&lt;em&gt;But God commendeth  his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.   And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third  day according to the Scriptures.&lt;/em&gt;"  (Romans 5:8, I Corinthians 15:4)  All who  place their trust in Him have passed from death unto life.  "&lt;em&gt;That if thou shalt  confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God  hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.  For with the heart man  believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto  salvation.  For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be  saved.&lt;/em&gt;" (Romans 10:9-10, 13) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because we sin, it's as if we're already in the lake, and we're drowning,  fast.  Compared to eternity our life is just a small vapor, not even a drop  in the bucket.  We need something - &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; - to rescue us, and  that Someone is Jesus Christ.  Like the flotation device we had on while  fishing, we have to do things the right way for Christ to save us.  I don't  mean "good works"; I mean doing things God's way:  You have to admit that  you sin and you need a Saviour because you can't do anything to save yourself.   "&lt;em&gt;For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is  the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.&lt;/em&gt;" (Ephesians  2:8-9)  Believe that Christ's work on the cross is sufficient and He alone  can save you.  It takes the simple trust likened unto that of a child, and  when you go to Him with a humble, contrite heart and ask Him to save you, He  will.  The forgiveness and grace He offers will always be "the proper fit."   It's as big as you need it, and it is renewed every day.  He will be there  for you through life's calm and through life's tempests, and He will be there  for you when you leave this world behind and pass into eternity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But a "life jacket" isn't quite the all-encompassing analogy,  there's so much more to it.  A life jacket is something you fall back on,  something you hope you won't really need, and something that can still leave you  stranded - floating,  but not necessarily able to reach dry land.   Jesus Christ is even more than that, He's our &lt;em&gt;Saviour&lt;/em&gt;.  He's not Someone we only  need at certain times or troubling moments; we need Him always, even after our initial saving from  an eternal demise.  Nor does He only provide us with just the ability to stay  afloat, He plucks us out of the water and gives us a safety we've never had  before.  That doesn't mean we'll never pass through a storm, but that we will never have to go  through it alone or without any hope of escape because He'll be there with us  and we'll be in the boat which cannot sink.  And someday we will reach  the final Shore, our beautiful eternal home, with Him, the One who loves us so  much, there face-to-face and by our side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad!  Thank you for being the godly example you  should be and for teaching me in the wisdom &amp;amp; knowledge and admonition of our  Lord - not only in my growing up years, but even now.  I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-1556390514006524755?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1556390514006524755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1556390514006524755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1556390514006524755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1556390514006524755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-than-life-jacket.html' title='More than a Life Jacket'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8148399894582530132</id><published>2008-05-26T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:30:46.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Holding the Torch High</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Flanders Fields&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields the poppies blow&lt;br /&gt;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;br /&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Dead. Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;Loved, and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br /&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;The torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was upon the death of a  friend and comrade who lost his life during the battle the previous day that Lieutenant  Colonel John McCrae, MD., of the Canadian Army expended precious moments of rest  to compose this tribute as he looked across to a cemetery where wild poppies  had sprung up and were being blown by a gentle wind.  From the first, I've  always liked that poem, for to me it is the epitome embodiment of the many courageous men  and their effort to serve their country.  With a cause they are devoted to, they press  on into the battle, even giving their all if that is what is called of them.  And  the silent, or not so silent, charge and entreaty to carry on, to not allow the fight of  the fallen to be in vain.  The courageous who survive march onward  despite, or because of, the losses all around them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let us, the Soldiers of Christ, also not allow our fight be in vain.  Let us be "stedfast,  unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that  your labour is not in vain in the Lord.  Wherefore seeing we also are compassed  about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the  sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is  set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for  the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is  set down at the right hand of the throne of God.  Thou therefore endure  hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ." (I Corinthians 15:58; Hebrews  12:1-2; II Timothy 2:3)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To those who have served or are serving, I salute you.  Thank you for  your example, your service, and your dedication.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8148399894582530132?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8148399894582530132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8148399894582530132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8148399894582530132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8148399894582530132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/05/holding-torch-high.html' title='Holding the Torch High'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-413713144997443997</id><published>2008-05-11T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:09:05.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture passage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>The Virtuous Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The example of a faithful woman is so important to everyone around her.   When you think of all the things about your mother that meant so much to you,  it's not a wonder the Bible has much to say about them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her husband can trust her.  "&lt;em&gt;The heart of her husband doth safely trust  in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all  the days of her life.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:11-12)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He can count on her to help prepare, keep, nurture, and care for their home.   "&lt;em&gt;Every wise woman buildeth her house:  but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 14:1)   "&lt;em&gt;She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She  is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar. She riseth also  while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a  portion to her maidens. She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit  of her hands she planteth a vineyard. She girdeth her loins with strength,  and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; good: her  candle goeth not out by night. She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her  hands hold the distaff. She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she  reacheth forth her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of the snow for her  household: for all her household &lt;/em&gt;are&lt;em&gt; clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself  coverings of tapestry; her clothing &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; silk and purple. Her husband is known  in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. She maketh fine  linen, and selleth &lt;/em&gt;it;&lt;em&gt; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.  She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of  idleness.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:13-24, 27)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her children watch her, listen to her, learn from her.   "&lt;em&gt;Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband  &lt;/em&gt;also,&lt;em&gt; and he praiseth her.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:28)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They and others know they can look to her, trust her words, and heed her  advice.  "&lt;em&gt;Strength  and honour &lt;/em&gt;are&lt;em&gt; her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to  come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; the law of  kindness.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:25-26)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it's even more than that.  In the Scriptures, the apostle Paul  speaks of the impact the lives of two women had on Timothy's life.  "&lt;em&gt;When I call to remembrance the  unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother  Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.&lt;/em&gt;" (II Timothy 1:5)  Their faith  and trust in Christ were evident and true to those around them.  Their  testimonies loudly proclaimed His Gospel, and they were used to show others that  Christ is the one and only Way.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am so thankful that I have had the examples of godly women in my life.   Much like Timothy, my own great-grandmother trusted Christ, then led her children to  Him by her faithfulness to Him as she lived her daily life.  My grandmother  also led her children to Christ, and I was with my mother when I trusted Christ and  asked Him to come into my own life.  It is because of their testimonies  that I have come to know the love of Christ and have seen what it means to live  a life for Christ, well equipped and prepared for what each day may hold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd like to wish a happy Mother's Day to my mom and grandmothers, and to all  the moms who may be reading this.  I encourage you to keep modeling the  life of a faithful woman, intent on seeking to draw closer and closer to Christ's  perfect example, living out the fullness of joy found only in Him.  I imagine  there are some moms who may have regrets or feel that it's too late to be the great  mom you wish you could have been.  None of us is perfect, which is why Jesus  came to suffer and die for our sins.  Anyone who will place their trust in  Him will become His child and be saved forever.  And with His help, each of  us can become the person we  should be, the example we should be, the faithful woman we ought to be.  "&lt;em&gt;Favour  &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; deceitful, and beauty &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; vain: &lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt; a woman &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt;  feareth the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, she shall be praised.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:30)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; far above  rubies.&lt;/em&gt;" (Proverbs 31:10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-413713144997443997?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/413713144997443997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=413713144997443997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/413713144997443997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/413713144997443997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/05/virtuous-woman.html' title='The Virtuous Woman'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-3933272117901511254</id><published>2008-03-23T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:05:05.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My uncle's funeral was this past Wednesday, and while it was a  time of grief, it was also a time to focus and hold onto the promises in God's  Word.  The opening song was one he sang as a teen, and the promise it  speaks of is still true today.  And today is the perfect day to share it  with you since it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; because He lives that we can be wonderfully forgiven  and know that one day we, too, will live again - forever.  And that's a  beautiful promise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because He Lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Gaither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He came to love, heal and forgive;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He lived and died to buy my pardon,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And life is worth the living,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Just because He lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;How sweet to hold a newborn baby,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And feel the pride and joy he gives;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But greater still the calm assurance:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;This child can face uncertain days because He lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And life is worth the living,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Just because He lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And then one day, I'll cross the river,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I'll fight life's final war with pain;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because I know He holds the future,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And life is worth the living,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Just because He lives!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no better words to tell you of God's great love for you than  the words He has already said in His Word, the Bible:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that  whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;/i&gt;   John 3:16&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners,  Christ died for us.&lt;/i&gt;  Romans 5:8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;  And that he was  buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:&lt;/i&gt;  I  Corinthians 15:3-4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe  in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.   For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth  confession is made unto salvation.  For whosoever shall call upon the name  of the Lord shall be saved.&lt;/i&gt;  Romans 10:9-10, 13&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal  shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is  written, Death is swallowed up in victory.  O death, where is thy sting? O  grave, where is thy victory?  The sting of death is sin; and the strength  of sin is the law.  But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory  through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/i&gt;  I Corinthians 15:54-57&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of  salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now  is the day of salvation.)&lt;/i&gt;  II Corinthians 6:2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the  world through him might be saved.  He that believeth on him is not  condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not  believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.&lt;/i&gt;  John 3:17-18&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not  the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.&lt;/i&gt;  John 3:36&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that  believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:  And whosoever liveth  and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?&lt;/i&gt;   John 11:25-26&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know that someday I will see Uncle John in heaven because, just as I have, he  trusted Christ as his Saviour.  And today we who remain on this earth can  rejoice because there is a promise for the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the  Lord lay.&lt;/i&gt;  Matthew 28:6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;" &gt; Happy Resurrection Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/371684379240972214-3933272117901511254?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/3933272117901511254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=3933272117901511254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3933272117901511254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3933272117901511254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-he-lives.html' title='Because He Lives'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-5413570349938110147</id><published>2008-02-14T19:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>The Matchless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's Valentine's Day!  Isn't it nice to have a special day for the  express purpose of telling those who are dear to you that you love them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As our thoughts are fixed on love, it's a fine time to contemplate God's love  for mankind and how much greater it is than what mankind's love for one another  will ever be.  In light of that, I would like to share with you a hymn  written with the vastness of God's matchless love for us in mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Love of God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The love of God is greater far&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Than tongue or pen can ever tell;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It goes beyond the highest star,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And reaches to the lowest hell;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The guilty pair, bowed down with care,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;God gave His Son to win;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;His erring child He reconciled,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And pardoned from his sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It shall forevermore endure,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When years of time shall pass away,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When men, who here refuse to pray,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;On rocks and hills and mountains call;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;All measureless and strong;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Redeeming grace to Adam’s race-&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It shall forevermore endure,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And every man a scribe by trade;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;To write the love of God above,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Would drain the ocean dry;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It shall forevermore endure,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song reminds me of some verses of Scripture.  &lt;em&gt;"Who  shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or  distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?   Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.   For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor  principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height,  nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of  God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/em&gt; (Romans 8:35, 37-39)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It really is an awesome thought that a love of such magnitude is bestowed  upon us.  &lt;em&gt;"In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his  only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.  Herein is  love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the  propitiation for our sins." &lt;/em&gt;(I John 4:9-10)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My prayer will be that you will discover even more of God's great love for  you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-5413570349938110147?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/5413570349938110147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=5413570349938110147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5413570349938110147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5413570349938110147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/02/matchless-love.html' title='The Matchless Love'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8092844517656417937</id><published>2008-02-09T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:49:53.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like New-Fallen Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people move away from Minnesota because they don't care for our winter  weather, but I really enjoy it.  I love watching the snow fall whether it is  gently floating to the ground or swirling around during a blizzard.  And I love  looking out the window to see the ground covered with white, glistening snow   So clean, so pure, so &lt;em&gt;beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snow is more than just pretty to me, though.  It is also a reminder of how God  cleanses our lives when we trust His Son to be our Saviour.  Isaiah 1:18  says, "&lt;em&gt;Come now, and let us reason together, saith the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;:  though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be  red like crimson, they shall be as wool.&lt;/em&gt;"  Because of our sin,  our lives are unclean and soiled.  "&lt;em&gt;But we are all as an unclean thing,  and all our righteousness are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and  our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.&lt;/em&gt;" (Isaiah 64:6)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we confess our sinful state and ask Him to save us, He makes our  lives pure and clean.  "&lt;em&gt;But God commendeth his love toward us, in that,  while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.  Much more then, being now  justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him.  For if,  when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much  more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.&lt;/em&gt;" (Romans  5:8-10)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When a person accepts Jesus' finished work on the cross as full payment of  the penalty for their sin, they take on Christ's righteousness.  This means  that &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; past, present, and future sins are forgiven.  In eternity,  those of us who are saved will  not be judged for our sins because we have been "justified by His blood."   Yet in the meanwhile, none of us are sinless because we still have our sinful  nature.  When we give in to temptation, we choose wrong thoughts, words, and deeds.  So, on this  side of heaven, we keep our relationship with our Lord pure by following his  instructions in I John 1:9.  "&lt;em&gt;If we confess our sins, he is faithful and  just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.&lt;/em&gt;"   Pure and clean like new-fallen snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8092844517656417937?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8092844517656417937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8092844517656417937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8092844517656417937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8092844517656417937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-new-fallen-snow.html' title='Like New-Fallen Snow'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6597739411652368217</id><published>2008-01-01T18:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Hope for a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Throughout grade school, we learned many a poem as a class.  Some of  them were silly and fun; others were pleasant and nice.  One particular  poem, which I still enjoy and remember to this day, is not only nice but there's  a sense of hope in the words, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Arrow and the Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Henry  Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I shot an arrow into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew not  where;&lt;br /&gt;For, so swiftly it flew, the sight&lt;br /&gt; Could not follow it in it's  flight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I breathed a song into the air,&lt;br /&gt;It fell to earth, I knew  not where;&lt;br /&gt;For who has sight so keen and strong&lt;br /&gt;That it could follow the  flight of a song?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Long, long afterward, in an oak&lt;br /&gt;I found the arrow, still unbroke;&lt;br /&gt;And the song, from beginning to end,&lt;br /&gt;I found again in the heart  of a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of a popular carol were also penned by this famous poet.   Perhaps, you may have even heard or sang it during this recent Christmas.   Henry W. Longfellow, who had been grieving his wife's death following a tragic accident with fire, wrote,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I heard the bells on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;Their old  familiar carols play,&lt;br /&gt;And wild and sweet the words repeat&lt;br /&gt;Of peace on  earth, good will to men."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the midst of the Civil War, a time when brother fought against brother, he continued his poem,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"And in despair I bowed my head:&lt;br /&gt;'There is no peace on  earth,' I said,&lt;br /&gt;'For hate is strong, and mocks the song&lt;br /&gt;Of peace on earth,  good will to men!'"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As applicable as it is today, he saw beyond the circumstances to the true  hope offered in Christ Jesus,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:&lt;br /&gt;God is not  dead, nor doth He sleep;&lt;br /&gt;The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,&lt;br /&gt;With  peace on earth, good will to men."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as this new year begins, may you truly know the peace and  hope that comes from knowing Christ as your Saviour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye  may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt; ~Romans 15:13&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6597739411652368217?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6597739411652368217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6597739411652368217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6597739411652368217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6597739411652368217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2008/01/hope-for-new-year.html' title='Hope for a New Year'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-873563437200649109</id><published>2007-12-25T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:27:57.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incarnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus&apos; birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reason for the season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas blessing'/><title type='text'>Luke 2:1-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.&lt;br /&gt;     (&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)&lt;br /&gt;     And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.&lt;br /&gt;     And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)&lt;br /&gt;     To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.&lt;br /&gt;     And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;     And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;     And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;br /&gt;     And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;     And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt;     For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;     And this &lt;em&gt;shall be&lt;/em&gt; a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;     And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;br /&gt;     Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;     And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.&lt;br /&gt;     And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;     And when they had seen &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.&lt;br /&gt;     And all they that heard &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;     But Mary kept all these things, and pondered &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;     And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we commemorate the birth of Christ today, may the light of His Word shine in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;and the glory of His presence be very real to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-873563437200649109?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/873563437200649109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=873563437200649109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/873563437200649109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/873563437200649109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/12/luke-21-20.html' title='Luke 2:1-20'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1772139501342526768</id><published>2007-11-22T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I was young girl, I knew an elderly gentleman who always sang a special  hymn around this time of year.  He is no longer here on earth to sing this  song of praise for us, but his life has left a lasting impact because it evidenced  the words he sang.  He truly was thankful to God for all of the pleasures  as well as through the pains that come along life's journey.  When I hear the words to  the following song, the memories I have of this dear man whose life was sincere and strong  in character because he walked closely with the Lord remind me of how sweet  life can be when my focus remains on Christ and when I am truly thankful to Him  no matter what the circumstances.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to God for my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all Thou dost provide!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for times now but a memory,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Jesus by my side!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dark and stormy fall!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tears by now forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for peace within my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for what Thou dost deny!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for storms that I have weathered,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all Thou dost supply!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for comfort in despair!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for grace that none can measure,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for love beyond compare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for roses by the wayside,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for thorns their stems contain!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for home and thanks for fireside,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hope, that sweet refrain!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for heavenly peace with Thee!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hope in the tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks through all eternity!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Thanksgiving Day here in the United States (and our Canadian neighbors also had a  day set aside for giving thanks just a month ago).  Truly &lt;em&gt;every one&lt;/em&gt; of us has  something to be thankful for - even &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; itself!  Most of us have  other good things for which we can be thankful, too - family and friends, shelter, food,  and other comforts in life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But have you ever considered that we can &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; be thankful for the "bad"  things?  Trials may come our way, and there may be times of grief or pain, but  &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; those things a strength of character comes when we trust God to work it  out.  "&lt;em&gt;In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ  Jesus concerning you.&lt;/em&gt;" (I Thessalonians 5:18)  Even in hard times we  can find something for which to give thanks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, let us look at all that is around us with grateful hearts.  "&lt;em&gt;Make  a joyful noise unto the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, all ye lands.  Serve the  L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; with gladness: come before his presence with singing.  Know  ye that the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we  ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.  Enter into his gates with  thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful to him, and bless his name.   For the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth  to all generations.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 100)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May we truly  be thankful to Him for the many ways He shows us His love each day. "&lt;em&gt;Bless the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless  his holy name.  Bless the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, O my soul, and forget not all his  benefits:  Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;  Who  redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender  mercies;  Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like  the eagle's.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 103:1-5)  To me, just the wondrous thought  of knowing my sins are forgiven fills my heart with gratitude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope you are thankful and that you realize from  Whom it all comes.  "&lt;em&gt;O give thanks unto the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;,  for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 107:1)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Let every thing that hath breath praise the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;. Praise  ye the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 150:6)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-1772139501342526768?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1772139501342526768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1772139501342526768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1772139501342526768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1772139501342526768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-4951709550798310615</id><published>2007-10-06T13:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:52:00.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples &amp; Forgiveness, Snakes &amp; Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A comment went right over my head at first, and I'm sure it didn't  help that I read "snack" as "snake"... but it's  interesting.  In fact, the more I think about it, the more interesting  it becomes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, shall we begin at the beginning?  That's always a good place to  start....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About a month ago, I had a wonderful time at the great "Minnesota  Get-Together", the Minnesota State Fair.  I spent the day with friends,  including one who was experiencing its uniqueness for the first time, looking at  everything from fine art to socks-on-a-stick.  We met up with my uncle and  cousin for a while, and of course food was everywhere!  That is, if you can  call the greasy, fat-laden, artery-clogging stuff there "food" (I guess  the fair provides an accurate definition of "junk food").  While  some of my friends go to see how much they can consume, I like going for the things  there are to see and a souvenir or two to bring home, and that's just what I  did.  This year, I decided to bring home yet another snake for my collection of  &lt;em&gt;Minnesota State Fair Snakes&lt;/em&gt;, cut from cloth and filled with plastic  pellets.  This was much to my mother's dismay because she was never very keen  on snakes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I also told some friends online about my "new pet" and even attached a  picture.  Responses to him were varied, of course, but one comment especially  caused me to think.  "If he tries to interest you in a snack, avoid the  apples."  I  can see the humor in it, but I can also find so much more.   And it is that  which I would like to share with you now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apples: one of the fruits typically used to describe the "forbidden fruit"  of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, although the exact fruit is was never  described.  The apple is just symbolic of the real temptation: a "knowledge"  that they didn't have.  We know that it turned out to be something which Adam  and Eve regretted gaining because in order to know the difference between good  and evil, they had to experience evil for themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snakes, the serpent: the creature that was indwelled by the fallen angel who  came to tempt mankind, thus cursed above all animals, to slither on his belly and  eat the dust of the earth.  So there's a lot that's held against the slithering  creature, but there's also amazing portrayal of good in a separate Biblical  illustration.  But wait, there's more!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the Israelites were wandering in the wilderness, snakes with poisonous  bites were used by Jehovah to help His people realize they were sinning against Him.   Yet, in His love, He also provided one sole means of healing.  He commanded  Moses to make a serpent of brass set upon a pole "&lt;em&gt;that everyone that is bitten,  when he looketh upon it, shall live.&lt;/em&gt;" (Numbers 21:8)  So when God's people  looked upon that snake, He healed each one who had obeyed His command, despite whether  they understood or thought it made no sense at all, their obedience was  rewarded (but the disobedient died).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And when we jump ahead to when the Israelites were in the Holy Land, we read  in John 3:14-15 that Jesus Christ is likened unto that same object of focus God  had used when those wandering in the wilderness sought healing, the brazen  serpent.  "&lt;em&gt;And  as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness,  even so must the Son of man be lifted up: That whosoever believeth in him should  not perish, but have eternal life.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, we can look at I Corinthians 15:44b-58 and see how this all ties in with  the passage:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As sin entered into the world through the the "first Adam," Christ  has come to save us, the spiritually lost.  "&lt;em&gt;There is a natural body,  and there is a spiritual body. And so it is written, The first man Adam was made  a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit. Howbeit that was not  first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is  spiritual. The first man is of the earth, earthy: the second man is the Lord from  heaven.&lt;/em&gt;"  Again, God in His love, provided the only hope in Christ,  the "Last Adam".  "&lt;em&gt;As is the earthy, such are they also  that are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly. And  as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the  heavenly.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the Israelites in the wilderness were serpent-bitten and died when they looked  not unto the brazen serpent, so is mankind a snake-bitten race, spiritually dying of  sin.  "&lt;em&gt;Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit  the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You see, the picture in our minds of the wicked one indwelling the snake has an  opposite comparison: the serpent in the wilderness, a symbol of hope which became healing  and fulfillment to every individual who trusted God.  "&lt;em&gt;Behold, I shew  you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment,  in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the  dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible  must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this  corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality,  then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up  in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the apple's association can also become just the opposite - not our downfall,  but our victory!  "&lt;em&gt;The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin  is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus  Christ.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding  in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in  the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;"  This passage challenges us, in light of the price of our  sin which cost Christ everything, how can we offer Him less than our best?   Recently a preacher offered this sobering thought for those of us who are saved:  What if, when I stand before the Lord in Heaven someday, He shows me how wonderfully  my life would have impacted others for the cause of Christ if only I had continually  walked with Him instead of pursuing my own selfish desires?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sin has already entered the world.  There is no longer a forbidden tree.   However, there are other things in this world that can be a temptation to us, just as  the fruit was to Adam and Eve.  Maybe the "apple" in your life is  keeping you from going to the One who loves you so much that He willingly took your  place and punishment that you may have eternal salvation and forgiveness.  Will  you continue to let that thing keep you from Him, or will you let the conviction in  your soul lead to repentance and a life lived in the grace of God?  For born-again  Christians, an "apple" may be something that has become more important in our  life than our Lord and Saviour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's turn our apples of temptation and sin into memorials of God's mercy and grace.  After all, we wouldn't ever experience blessed forgiveness if it weren't for the  "apples" in our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My friend, I don't know where you are at spiritually, but God does.  It is  my hope that, as apples are physically refreshing, this entry will gives you something  to refresh your spirit just  has it has mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-4951709550798310615?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/4951709550798310615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=4951709550798310615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/4951709550798310615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/4951709550798310615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/10/apples-forgiveness-snakes-hope.html' title='Apples &amp; Forgiveness, Snakes &amp; Hope'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8199378555549926737</id><published>2007-08-11T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:30:46.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Who's Marching Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't make it out to sports events all that often - not near as much as I  used to - so it was a pleasure to go to a Saints game (minor league baseball)  yesterday.  To say the least, Saints games are lots of fun, and even  more so when you're there with a close friend.  The announcer's always intent on  bringing a smile to your face with the things they say, entertainment between  innings, and, of course, baseball itself.  Sadly, "my" team didn't win this  time, but fun nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Throughout the game, clips of familiar tunes were played over the  loudspeaker. At one point in the game, they played another song, one that  especially caught my attention.  From the introductory, I could tell exactly what the song would be.  And as the song played, I followed along in my mind.  The words to the song  are: “Oh when the saints go marching in! Oh when the  saints go marching in! [Oh, Lord] I want to be in that number - when the saints  go marching in!” The words enclosed in brackets were intentionally left out of  course; however, I thought of them anyway because, for me, the song has a  greater, deeper meaning. When the song concluded, one question lingered in my  mind. "How many people here know the true meaning of the  song?" (Hopefully, more than I think, yet still probably not many.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what is the true meaning of the song and the depth it has for me? It is a  song of celebration of the salvation¹ we have through believing in Christ  Jesus.² Anyone who will humble³ himself to trust in Christ alone&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; to save them  from their sins becomes a saint.&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;  And I know, because of the promises written  in God's Word, without a doubt&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I will be in that number when the saints go  marching in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¹ Romans 3:24 - “Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption  that is in Christ Jesus:”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;² John 6:47 - “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me hath  everlasting life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;³ John 6:37 - “All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that  cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Acts 4:12 - “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none  other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Ephesians 2:19 - “Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but  fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I John 5:11-13 - “And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal  life, and this life is in his Son. He that hath the Son hath life; and he that  hath not the Son of God hath not life. These things have I written unto you that  believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal  life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8199378555549926737?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8199378555549926737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8199378555549926737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8199378555549926737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8199378555549926737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-marching-where.html' title='Who&apos;s Marching Where?'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-5436554788966407556</id><published>2007-07-04T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:02:25.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a special day for those of us who live in America.  It's a day  set aside to celebrate the day so very long ago that independence was won for  our nation.  Freedom.  What a wonderful thing it is!  And as we  stop to commemorate, we must not take for granted the symbols that loudly  proclaim our freedom.  Our country's flag.  The Statue of Liberty.   The Liberty Bell.  The bald eagle.  Our national anthem.  The  Declaration of Independence.  Our soldiers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet, as I think on all these things, another symbol comes to my mind.   The cross on which Jesus died.  Oh, how grateful I am that He would come to  this earth to live a perfect life, then die in my place (and everyone's place!),  and rise from the dead to conquer death!  He has brought a far greater  freedom - an eternal freedom - to anyone who will believe in Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love my country and all that it has given me, but even more I love my  Saviour for what He has done for all.  It is my prayer on this day of  commemoration as we think of the freedoms that were won for us that the true  freedom that comes through Jesus Christ will also be loudly proclaimed, and that  those who do not yet know Him as their personal, permanent Saviour will come to  Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy  Independence Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-5436554788966407556?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/5436554788966407556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=5436554788966407556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5436554788966407556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5436554788966407556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/07/forever-free.html' title='Forever Free'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-323553167988127472</id><published>2007-06-17T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:01:50.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandfather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavenly Father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's an overcast day, and a father is taking his son fishing.  They  settle themselves and their gear into the boat and start across the lake... but  the waters are rough with the waves cresting into whitecaps.  The waves  crash against the small vessel and fold over the sides into the boat.  Soon  the boy begins to make his way to the back of the boat.  As the boy huddles  near his father he feels a sense of safety even though they must still pass  through the middle of the lake where the wind is the strongest and the waves are  the roughest.  The father, well aware of the tempests, safely and carefully  guides the boat to just the spot he had in mind - a calm bay where he knows the  rough waves cannot reach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The son in the story is my dad and the father my grandfather.  As  my father spoke of this fond memory - one that had happened on more than one  occasion - it reminded me of my Heavenly Father's watch-care over me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The same way this little story shows that my dad viewed his father as his  protector, as someone he can trust, as someone who would guide and keep him safe,  so our Heavenly Father is to us. "&lt;em&gt;But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall  dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.&lt;/em&gt;"  (Proverbs 1:33)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My grandfather knew just the right fishing spot to bring my father to - a  place of calm amidst the rough waters - and safely guided my father there.   Our Heavenly Father's presence provides courage and peace in the midst of the turmoil and  storms of life.  "&lt;em&gt;Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose  mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.&lt;/em&gt;" (Isaiah 26:3)   He has a plan for our lives and is leading us along the right  way.  "&lt;em&gt;Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee  do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my  soul unto thee.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 143:8)  "&lt;em&gt;As for God, his way is  perfect: the word of the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in  him.&lt;/em&gt;" (Psalm 18:30)  Much more control than my grandfather was  capable of having, our Heavenly Father controls all  things. "&lt;em&gt;And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto  me in heaven and in earth.&lt;/em&gt;" (Matthew 28:18)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm so very blessed to have a great dad, but I know that not everyone can say  this for themselves.  Perhaps, someone reading this is disheartened at the  image which reflections of their own dad bring to mind.  Like my maternal  grandma's dad, a drunkard who gambled away his earnings instead of providing for  his family's needs.  Yet another may even have been deserted or never had a  chance to know their father at all.  Do you know that it's not too late to  be born again into the family of God?  Become a child of His to know what  this kind of love is really all about.  "&lt;em&gt;Jesus saith unto him, I  am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by  me.&lt;/em&gt;" (John 14:6)  Christ also said,  "&lt;em&gt;And I give  unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck  them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck  them out of my Father’s hand.&lt;/em&gt;"  (John 10:28-29)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd like to wish a happy Father's Day to my dad, and to all the dads that  may be reading this.  I encourage you to keep modeling the Great Eternal  Father above.  I imagine some of you dads may have regrets or feel that  it's too late to be the great dad you wish you could have been. None of us is perfect which is why Jesus came to suffer and die  for our sins. Let me tell  you the rest of the second story - the one about my great-grandfather who failed  his wife and kids.  Near his death, he trusted Christ as his personal  Saviour.  Christ clothed him in His righteousness before taking him home to  glory.  May our resurrected Lord fill you with hope and joy as you  trust Him with your life. "&lt;em&gt;Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way,  which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.&lt;/em&gt;" (Matthew 7:14)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-323553167988127472?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/323553167988127472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=323553167988127472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/323553167988127472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/323553167988127472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-love.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-3369548945745030375</id><published>2007-04-30T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:25:31.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Craven and the King's Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you enjoy poetry?  I certainly do!  One of the many reasons is  because it's a means of expressing one's self and putting  into words what might otherwise be hard to say or describe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other day I decided to look for a poem that I had to memorize when I was  in school.  As I learned it, it had become one of my favorites.  A  brief search yielded the poem I was looking for, and it was even better than I  remembered it to be.  As I read it for the first time in so long, I noticed  how there were analogies of the Christian life that could be taken from it -  although I don't know if that was the intent of the author.  I'd like to  share this special poem with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Opportunity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:82;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edward Rowland Sill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:&lt;br /&gt;There spread a cloud of dust along the plain;&lt;br /&gt;And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged&lt;br /&gt;A furious battle, and men yelled,  and swords&lt;br /&gt;Shocked upon swords and shields.  A prince's banner&lt;br /&gt;Wavered,  then staggered backward, hemmed by the foes.&lt;br /&gt;A craven hung along the battle's  edge,&lt;br /&gt;And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel -&lt;br /&gt;That blue blade that  the king's son bears, - but this&lt;br /&gt;Blunt thing - !" He snapt and flung it from  his hand,&lt;br /&gt;And lowering, crept away and left the field.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the king's son,  wounded, sore bestead,&lt;br /&gt;And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,&lt;br /&gt;Hilt-buried in  the dry and trodden sand.&lt;br /&gt;And ran and snatched it, and with a battle-shout,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,&lt;br /&gt;And saved a great cause that heroic  day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the meanings this poem holds for me is concerning the area of  talents which are instilled in each of us by God our Creator.  To those who  have trusted in Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour, He has also given  special gifts for the use of ministering to others. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In today's world, there is so much emphasis put on how your abilities and  capabilities compare to those of others.  It can be easy to feel you don't  measure up to someone else or even feel that their talents are "better"  or "worth more" than your own.  It's a two-fold lie that hinders  what we can do for our Lord.  First of all, we ought not to compare ourselves to  others.  The only One we need to compare ourselves to is Jesus.  As God's  children, we need to focus on His Word and continuously ask ourselves if we are  becoming more like Christ.  Secondly, it can also influence us to don a quitting  attitude instead of using what we have, as if to say, "I can only do 'this', but  if I had the talent of 'so-and-so', I could do so much more."  God has a  reason He has given us the talents and gifts that He has designed for us.  The  talents He has given to us are the ones that He &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; we will use best as  long as we remember that our talent really belongs to Him anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will you be like the craven who was envious and wouldn't use what he  had, or will you be like the king's son who used what was available to him to win the  battle and save a great cause?  Christians are in a battle, you know, a spiritual  battle; our cause is Jesus Christ and telling others about His saving power and  grace.  Will you help win the battle for God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The book of Revelation promises a victory in the end, yet until then, each  day is a battle to be fought.  I've chosen to be courageous in the  opportunities of life's journey so that I may say, "&lt;i&gt;I have fought a good  fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:  Henceforth there  is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge,  shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love  his appearing&lt;/i&gt;" (II Timothy 4:7-8).  Is this your choice as well?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or perhaps you're reading this thinking that the Christian life is powerless  - "this blunt thing".  Please read other entries in my blog; there are  several which reference verses from the Bible about salvation.  This is  your opportunity to possess freedom like none other: "&lt;i&gt;And ye shall know the  truth, and the truth shall make you free&lt;/i&gt;" (John 8:32).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-3369548945745030375?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/3369548945745030375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=3369548945745030375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3369548945745030375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/3369548945745030375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/04/craven-and-kings-son.html' title='The Craven and the King&apos;s Son'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6381459871415918027</id><published>2007-03-29T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:30:46.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Lessons from a Round of Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The things that entertain us make me laugh when I stop to think about it.   Have you ever pondered about the things you enjoy?  Take golf for an  example.  You take a stick and swing at a small ball.  Hopefully, you  will not only make contact with it but will get the ball to move forward  (preferably even getting it off the ground, except when putting).  Then you  chase after the ball and do the same thing again!  All that just to get the  ball in a hole in the ground!  Despite its simplicity, I like to golf.   Granted, there is skill involved, too - something I have yet to master.   But, even though I don't have much skill, I still enjoy the sport.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This past Saturday, I had the opportunity to do just that: enjoy a round of golf.  Being from Minnesnowta, I was expecting my first round to be much later  in the year.  It was a pleasant surprise to be out on the course so early  in the spring.   Better still, my brother was there with me.  The course was busy, the grass was  still brown... and it was obvious that I've had the winter off.  My ball managed  to find several trenches and some water once, but, considering how the rest of my game  was going, it surprisingly never hit a tree or found the sand, yet it never seemed to  want to find the cup either.  (Of course, it's my fault and not the ball's fault.)   Even though my ball did come upon some difficult circumstances, I also had a lot of fun.   There was a surprise at the end, too.  I shot my personal best for the course!   I wasn't even close to par, but that doesn't matter to me because it was still the best I've  done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I was thinking, I noticed that, in a small way, the path of the golf ball represents the  life of a Christian.  Sometimes, when life is calm and going  smoothly, it's like we are in the fairways.  Other times, when life seems  full of trials and difficult circumstances, it seems to be similar to the rough  and other hazards my ball landed in.  Yet, even through those difficult  times, we can still find other things to enjoy and make us smile (even though it  may seem to be something little compared to all that is happening),&lt;i&gt; and&lt;/i&gt;  we can still be content. The apostle Paul writes in Philippians 4:11, "&lt;i&gt;Not that  I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be  content&lt;/i&gt;."  &lt;i&gt;Whatsoever state, in all things.&lt;/i&gt;  Paul  endured some hard circumstances (beaten and stoned, imprisoned and shipwrecked,  and even executed) for preaching about Christ's death on the cross, burial, and  resurrection from the grave.  Yet he was content in all of those things.  Paul trusted  God and knew that He would always be with him.  Hebrews 13:5b says, "&lt;i&gt;And  be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee,  nor forsake thee&lt;/i&gt;."  Even upon his execution this must have brought a  peace that many would deem unimaginable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With contentment, abiding joy follows.  For us Christians, we also have a peace  that comes only from God.  When we put aside our selfish desires to walk in God's  ways, we can be sure that "&lt;i&gt;all things work together for good to them that love  God, to them who are the called according to his purpose&lt;/i&gt;" (Romans 8:28).   If you have trusted in Jesus Christ to be your Saviour, you are one of "the called",  and you can have the assurance that everything will work out for good.  And, at the  end of the trial, you just might be surprised by what blessings have come about because of  it.  Oh, we might not know right away like I did when I added up my scorecard, but  someday we will know the reason things have happened as they did.  So,  whether you're battling with illness, grief, loss, or whatever your difficult  circumstances may be, please be encouraged because &lt;i&gt;God always keeps His  promises&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6381459871415918027?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6381459871415918027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6381459871415918027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6381459871415918027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6381459871415918027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/03/lessons-from-round-of-golf.html' title='Lessons from a Round of Golf'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-8034488413475179608</id><published>2007-02-22T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:30:46.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>His Way is Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever exerted a lot of time and effort into a project to surprise  someone special?  I usually find much enjoyment in crocheting afghans and baby blankets for gift-giving; however, one afghan in particular came to a point - well over halfway through - where the enjoyment was mixed with obstacles.  I was following a mile-a-minute pattern (which means you make multiple strips and then join  them together to create a full-size blanket).  I had progressed quite smoothly up until I got to the joining rows.  I began crocheting the first two strips together, but they wouldn't lie flat like they should have.  Instead, much to my dismay, they were very rippled.  I pulled out all the joining stitches, then tried joining them more loosely.  They still rippled.  So I tried a different stitch to join them instead of what the pattern suggests.  Yet, when I laid it out, flat is something it was not.  I tried another way and &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; way - those didn't work either.  For hours, I tried every joining stitch I could possibly think of.  Between attempts I would go back and look at the pattern to see if there was something I missed; I studied the pictures, too.  I couldn't find anything.  I called my aunt who had taught me most of my crocheting skills; maybe she would have an idea.  She, too, suggested different stitches.  Sadly, I had already tried them all.  Alas!  No avail!  Nothing seemed to be working.  Rather than use the yarn for something else or give up entirely, I decided to set it aside until I felt I could come back and take a fresh look at the pattern and the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite expected months to go by before I would tackle it, so I actually looked at the pattern book much sooner than I thought I would - only  a few weeks had passed.  I had been organizing and figured it wouldn't hurt to take one last quick glance before filing it with other patterns that aren't currently in use.  Anyway, I decided to study the pictures again, then took a even closer second look at the not-so-close "close-up" picture.  Indeed, this time something in the picture caught my eye.  So I re-read the segment of the instructions which was in question.  Sure enough!  There was some wordage that could be interpreted two ways (and, apparently, I picked the wrong way).  Yet I needed set the afghan aside until I would have the time to undo and redo all of those strips right now to the center section.  Almost 6 months later, I finally was able to pick it back up and complete it.  While I had it all apart, I decided to also increase the length.  I really like how it turned out - and finished with just enough time for it to make the perfect gift for my brother's 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while as I sat there trying to figure out what was wrong, I also thought of God's will for His children.  His will for our lives is much different than the crochet pattern I was following, yet I noticed similarities as well.  While anyone who uses that pattern will have an afghan much like the one I made, God has a specific plan for each individual.  Your life will not be like that of others because He has made you to be special and unique.  My crochet pattern came with start-to-finish directions, but God gives us guidance as we go.  You see, as long as we follow Him, there is no way for us to mess up because He won't steer us wrong.  The Lord doesn't bombard us with things that can be easily misinterpreted, neither will He ever give us more than we can handle at a single moment - He promises that.  Better than having beginning-to-end instructions, we have the Bible (the inspired Word  of God) to show us the way.  Even better than having a picture of a finished afghan for an example, all we need to know is that our lives will look more like Jesus in the end.  So one more thing: Just as I liked how the afghan turned out and thought the work of my hands to be beautiful, He will be pleased with us and our lives will be beautiful in His sight when we are obedient to Him and His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now, O L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.&lt;/i&gt; (Isaiah 64:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.&lt;/i&gt; (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust in the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.&lt;/i&gt; (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. &lt;/i&gt;(Isaiah 55:8-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Commit thy way unto the L&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.&lt;/i&gt; (Psalm 37:5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-8034488413475179608?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/8034488413475179608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=8034488413475179608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8034488413475179608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/8034488413475179608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/his-way-is-perfect.html' title='His Way is Perfect'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2320613735519056741</id><published>2007-02-14T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:52:53.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever noticed there is an acrostic in John 3:16?  I didn't until someone showed it to me.  And so I would also like to share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/RdOrvRzqDRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IesCNm1Htj4/s1600-h/Valentine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/RdOrvRzqDRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IesCNm1Htj4/s320/Valentine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031554037425245458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love for you is even so much more than a just a simple valentine.  Why?  Because it was a complete offering of Himself when He gave His life for you.  There can never and will never be a love that equals His love for us.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.  Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~I John 4:9-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing someone say "I love you" is nice, but how much better it is when someone shows you they love you by their actions - it shows they really mean it.  The Lord didn't just say "I love you", He showed us by laying down His life for us on the cross.  &lt;i&gt;Now that's true love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/371684379240972214-2320613735519056741?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2320613735519056741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2320613735519056741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2320613735519056741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2320613735519056741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-noticed-there-is-acrostic.html' title='The Perfect Valentine'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/RdOrvRzqDRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IesCNm1Htj4/s72-c/Valentine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-1163567980027939754</id><published>2007-02-13T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:19:26.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymn'/><title type='text'>Divine Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During this time of year when "love" is in the forefront, I would like to  encourage you all to think on the greatest love-gift of all time.&amp;nbsp; God offers everyone salvation through His Son, Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; It took His death on the cross to pay the price for our sin and His resurrection from the grave to conquer death.&amp;nbsp; He willingly did this for you, and He willing did this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago I had the honor of singing a couple of songs at a dear lady's funeral who passed away at the age of 90.&amp;nbsp; Her countenance had been so bright and joyful, even when her health was far from its best.&amp;nbsp; Yet as joyful as she was on a daily basis, you could always tell when she was thinking or speaking of her loved ones and her (our) loving Lord because her countenance &lt;i&gt;glowed&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When she asked me over a year ago to sing on the day of her funeral, she spoke of how she wanted the songs to reflect her happiness in going home to be with Jesus, of all that He did for her, and what He can do for anyone who accepts Him as their Lord.&amp;nbsp; And, truly, the joy she had in her daily life came from Jesus Christ her Lord.&amp;nbsp; The following is one of the songs she chose.&amp;nbsp; It's a song that clearly speaks of God's love for all of mankind.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He the Pearly Gates Will Open&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Love divine, so great and wondrous,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Deep and mighty, pure, sublime!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Coming from the heart of Jesus,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Just the same through tests of time.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He the pearly gates will open,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So that I may enter in;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For He purchased my redemption&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And forgave me all my sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Like a dove when hunted, frightened,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;As a wounded fawn was I;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Brokenhearted, yet He healed me,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He will heed the sinner’s cry.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He the pearly gates will open,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So that I may enter in;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For He purchased my redemption&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And forgave me all my sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Love divine, so great and wondrous,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;All my sins He then forgave!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I will sing His praise forever,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For His blood, His power to save.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He the pearly gates will open,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So that I may enter in;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For He purchased my redemption&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And forgave me all my sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;In life’s eventide, at twilight,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;At His door I’ll knock and wait;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;By the precious love of Jesus&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I shall enter Heaven’s gate.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;He the pearly gates will open,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;So that I may enter in;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For He purchased my redemption&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And forgave me all my sin.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;~Romans 6:23&lt;br /&gt;&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/371684379240972214-1163567980027939754?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/1163567980027939754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=1163567980027939754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1163567980027939754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/1163567980027939754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/divine-love.html' title='Divine Love'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-6681038810513212338</id><published>2007-02-03T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:25:31.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Satiated?</title><content type='html'>Several years ago, while I was observing the world around me, I  decided to write my observations down in a poetic style.  Though time has  passed since then, and though the world has changed, there are some things that  stay the same.  One thing that remains is the search for something that  will satisfy your life - and that is something each and every individual  seeks.  And with that, there is one Answer that will truly &lt;i&gt;satiate&lt;/i&gt;  (fully satisfy) that desire for one and all! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satiated?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this earth, I have noticed,&lt;br /&gt;But one common thing among man.&lt;br /&gt;People are always taking.&lt;br /&gt;Taking.&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to get more for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Enough to satiate their desires.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the one thing&lt;br /&gt;That  will truly satisfy their very being&lt;br /&gt;They reject it.&lt;br /&gt;They won’t accept it.&lt;br /&gt;It  is cast aside like a worn-out rag.&lt;br /&gt;But it is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That can satisfy to  overflowing&lt;br /&gt;Their wants, desires, and all else they could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;It  cannot be found in ads or magazines -&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift!&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;And yet they refuse&lt;br /&gt;This gift from the one true Giver -&lt;br /&gt;The Giver of all, even life itself.&lt;br /&gt;A  gift of love.&lt;br /&gt;Given far beyond what anyone ever has.&lt;br /&gt;A gift so great it could  never be matched.&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son.&lt;br /&gt;A Son that was born on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Lived  a &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; life,&lt;br /&gt;Then gave His life for me.&lt;br /&gt;He paid the penalty for my sin&lt;br /&gt;Through His death.&lt;br /&gt;And gave me life everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Through His resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;This gift is for all.&lt;br /&gt;Yet so many will not receive it.&lt;br /&gt;They reject it -&lt;br /&gt;Even despise it.&lt;br /&gt;But this gift of love still remains.&lt;br /&gt;And the Giver awaits  with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that will accept His priceless gift. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People search for all sorts of things trying to find something to give them  an inner happiness.  Is your hope in something temporary?  If so, all pleasure  is sure to fade and soon enough the search will continue.  Or are you trusting  in the One that can satiate your soul now and throughout eternity - Jesus Christ?   Have you accepted this matchless gift?  It's yours if you but ask Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/371684379240972214-6681038810513212338?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/6681038810513212338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=6681038810513212338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6681038810513212338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/6681038810513212338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/02/satiated.html' title='Satiated?'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-2768204230728875581</id><published>2007-01-26T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:49:52.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Who Will Take the Son?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;Recently, someone e-mailed a story to me that I recognized to be one of the many that my father told to me as I was growing up (though it has been years  since I last heard it).  It is said to be a true story; however, even if  it isn't, it's a very good picture of God's gift to us.  And so I would like  to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.  They had everything in their collection from Picasso to Raphael.  They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.  He was very  courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.  The father was  notified and grieved deeply for his only son.  A few months later, a knock  came on the door.  A young man stood there with a package in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life.  He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.  He often talked about you, and your love for art."  The young man held out this  package.  "I know this isn't much.  I'm not much of an artist, but I painted this portrait of your son, and I would like to present it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father gingerly opened the package.  He stared in awe at the way the  soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.  The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.  He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.  "Oh no, sir, I could never repay what your son did for me.  It's a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father hung the picture above his mantle.  Every time a guest would come, before he would show him all the famous works of art, he would always take him to the  fireplace and show him the picture of his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when the father died, there was a great auction of all these paintings.  Many wealthy people assembled to look at these priceless works.  The first painting presented by the auctioneer was the picture of the son.  The auctioneer said, "We are going to begin the auction today by selling the picture of the son.  Who will take the son?  Do I hear a bid?  $100?  $200?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We are not interested in  that painting.  We want to see the great masters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer responded, "Well, this is the one that we have to sell first.  Who will give me $100?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting.  We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts.  Get on with the real bids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting?  Who will  start the bidding?  $100, $200?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now people were beginning to fidget a little bit and become agitated.  They  cried, "Come on, let’s get on with it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer said, "No, we must sell this painting first.  The son!  The son!  Who will take the son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.  It was the longtime  gardener of the man and his son.  "I'll give $10 for the painting."  Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auctioneer said, "$10?  Who will give me $20?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was becoming angry.  They didn't want the picture of the son.  They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.  "Come on, sell him the painting.  Let’s get on with the auction!" they cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the auctioneer said, "$10 going once, $10 twice, the son... sold for $10," and he struck his gavel.  Then he laid the gavel down and he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I need to tell you this auction is now over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place broke out in pandemonium and they were shouting, "What do you mean the  auction is over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was not allowed to reveal this stipulation until this time," the auctioneer  explained.  "Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.  Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.  The man who took the son gets everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;Think of the gardener's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heavenly Father gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.  Much like  our story's father, God's desire is still: "My Son, My Son, who will know the worth My Son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you see, whoever takes His Son really gets everything - what money  cannot buy and what death cannot take away: a personal relationship with Jesus, complete forgiveness, eternal life beginning the moment we believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever  believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;/i&gt;  (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not  life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I John 5:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into  the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.&lt;/i&gt;  (I Corinthians 2:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;Have you accepted His Son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/371684379240972214-2768204230728875581?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/2768204230728875581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=2768204230728875581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2768204230728875581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/2768204230728875581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-will-take-son.html' title='Who Will Take the Son?'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-4470622637578554620</id><published>2007-01-08T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:47:35.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Planned Ahead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a few days ago, I wrote of a time for everything.  Farther down in the passage of Ecclesiastes 3, it specifically speaks of a time for mourning and a time for death.  "&lt;i&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;  A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3:2 &amp; 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The death of a loved one is always a sober reminder of how fragile life really is.  Dear friends of our family are grieving over the passing of their father/grandfather.  It was sudden; it was quick.  It was just a moment in time.  And now his soul has left this world where time is so important and has entered into a place where time is no more: eternity.  My heart goes out to them, weeping with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure most - if not all - of us know what it's like to let go of someone we love.  It's not easy.  It hurts.  And we miss them terribly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking on what my friends are going through has brought back so much of what I was feeling when my grandfather died.  We were very, very close.  And, because I know what they are going through, I ache for my friends all the more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the world's eyes, I am yet still young.  But it occurred to me that the older you become the more death that is around you.  As a child, the death of a friend or relative was a rare thing.  But as I have gotten older, so have those around me.  Death... it's a sure thing.  We will all die someday.  Whether it's sooner or later, it's going to happen.  We do not know the day nor the hour, but one day our "turn" will come.  Oh, I know that some people think they won't - they say they're too stubborn or tough - but that doesn't change the fact that it will happen.  Whether it's something we accept or not, we can't stop it, and there's no getting around it or past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy observing people, but it is with sadness that I do so at times such as this.  I have noticed within my circle of fellow believers there are only 3 different responses when a loved one dies:  1) a confident hope of God's promise of heaven, 2) an uncertainty of what is yet to come, or 3) utter grief and despair.  When someone dies who knows the Lord as their Saviour, born-again Christians know for sure that they will be together again, and, though they sorrow, can praise the Lord that the loved one is no more experiencing the pain and trials of this earth.  But when someone dies trusting in good works or religious traditions, there is uncertainty.  You see, religion - mine, yours, or anybody's - is like a well; a well that, when you get to it, you discover that it's dry.  That's why Jesus referred to Himself as the Living Water.  Believers can only hope (the wishful hope, not the confident hope) that the loved one turned to Jesus Christ during their last hours.  The third response is complete hopelessness and grief as their loved one lived until the very end as if there is no God of the Bible.  And those who know the Truth grieve because they know that the soul is lost forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As clearly as believers have these 3 responses, people who do not know the Truth can only try to comfort themselves by using phrases like "they're in heaven" and reach for anything the possibly can to still have a link to their loved one.  Yet in reality, they don't feel the comfort those words should bring because in order to have that blessed peace of assurance we must receive Christ as Saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought on what will happen to you after you die?  There is life after death (in heaven), and, conversely, death after death (in hell).  Do you know where you will go?  Will you live forever after you die, or will you die the second death by burning forever in hell? It's something you don't have to wonder about; you need to be certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We plan for all sorts of things in life: for education, for leisure, for work, for retirement, for marriage, for family, for daily necessities, for future needs, for vacations, and on and on, but not everyone has planned for eternity.  If you haven't, why wait?  Death comes in an instant, and ofttimes accidents and other tragedies happen without any warning.  There is no better time than right now to prepare for the moment our life on earth ends and eternity begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never know when your life will end...  Will you be ready when it does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/371684379240972214-4470622637578554620?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/4470622637578554620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=4470622637578554620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/4470622637578554620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/4470622637578554620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-planned-ahead.html' title='Have You Planned Ahead?'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371684379240972214.post-5728061076293944996</id><published>2007-01-01T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:56:13.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What better time to start a blog than at the start of a new year?  I'm not exactly &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; to the blogosphere world, so if you're interested in reading previous entries, they can be found &lt;a href="http://wonderfully-forgiven.spaces.live.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  And, though, I have found it to be time to switch my main blog over to a different blogging community, I will still keep updating my old one as well.  (However, it will only be a mirror of what I have here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a bit of an introduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Natilee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My interests are very broad, ranging from mathematics &amp; sciences to literatures &amp;amp; linguistics, from sports &amp; recreations to history &amp;amp; genealogies, and just about everything in-between &amp; around.  Though I am not currently continuing my education in any sort of classroom setting, I do enjoy "studying" and furthering knowledge on my own time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of time, now is a good time to mention what exactly it is that fills my days - and I must say my days are quite full.  In short, baby sitting and care giving fill my time, but it really is much more than that.  I'm the eldest child in my family of 7 - dad &amp;amp; mom, 2 brothers (ages 18 &amp; 2), a sister (age 5), and my grandmother.  My grandmother has Alzheimer's Disease which has caused her to lose the ability to do even many of life's simpler tasks, and now it has been almost 6 years of caring for her and her many needs.  My mom homeschools my 2 siblings of age, so I spend some of my day assistant teaching as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually can manage to find some time during the day to put toward things less work related and more leisurely.  During those moments, I enjoy reading and writing, monkeying with computers (repair, and a bit of java script and html), photography, sports (golf being my favorite), and games that require skills and/or strategies (i.e. chess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that's enough about me for the time being.  And in conclusion, I shall take just a few moments so as to give a brief explanation of my views and goals of the blog and to dedicate this and all future entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, this blog isn't just a place to put the everyday happenings in my life.  Why not?  Because 10-20 years from now, when I reflect upon my life, almost everything will seem so trivial.  Then to what shall I devote this small spot?  Something that will hold it's importance throughout the ages.  Therefore, I am dedicating this as a tribute to my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.  How?  By sharing a verse or two from the Scriptures that has come to have special, deep meaning to me as I read His Word, or by sharing how He has been working in my life through using the circumstances that have come my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope, though we may have never met, that the personal lessons I have learned may help you through life's troubles and trials, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you all have a blessed new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~Ecclesiastes 3:1&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/371684379240972214-5728061076293944996?l=wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/feeds/5728061076293944996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=371684379240972214&amp;postID=5728061076293944996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5728061076293944996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/371684379240972214/posts/default/5728061076293944996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfully-forgiven.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>Natilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183866192027613663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZOgYfitc-o/SoxUnR5zNRI/AAAAAAAAABs/niB1ipagDKQ/S220/Cameo+2+resized.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
