<?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-4234118163506279873</id><updated>2011-12-29T18:35:43.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Courts</title><subtitle type='html'>"Better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere." Psalm 84:10</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-6183502869605154429</id><published>2011-12-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:02:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hzm-ajTw2A/Tue6bgCl91I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ATiMspv6I6Q/s1600/merry-christmas-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hzm-ajTw2A/Tue6bgCl91I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ATiMspv6I6Q/s320/merry-christmas-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685718036198586194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Each year, I read through the biblical account of the first Christmas asking God to reveal a fresh application. There is so much to learn from Zechariah, the father of John the Baptist, the one who was to prepare the way for Jesus. How are we preparing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Below are verses from Luke 1 with my comments in parenthesis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6-7: Zechariah and Elizabeth “…were both &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;righteous before God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, walking &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blamelessly in all the commandments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and statutes of the Lord. But they had no child, because Elizabeth was barren, and both were advanced in years.” (&lt;i&gt;Zechariah was missing only one thing in life – a child. That was his prayer.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11:“And there appeared to him an angel of the Lord … And Zechariah was &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;troubled&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he saw him, and &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fell upon him. “ &lt;i&gt;(Are you in a situation where you are troubled and fearful? God is at work.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12- 13: “But the angel said to him, "Do not be afraid, Zechariah, for your prayer has been heard, and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you shall call his name John. (&lt;i&gt;What an incredible answer to prayer, as God not only gave him a child, but a child who would prepare the way for the Messiah. He had been praying for many decades for a child. God could not answer his prayer any sooner, because John’s birth had to line up with Jesus coming. Have you been praying for something for a long time? Perhaps the delay is more about how the situation relates to something Jesus has yet to do – a greater plan.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 18: “And Zechariah said to the angel, "How shall I know this? For I am an old man, and my wife is advanced in years." &lt;i&gt;(Zechariah was reminding God of how old he and his wife were just in case God forgot that detail. How many times have I reminded God of my limitations when He has asked me to do something? Too many for me to count. Thankfully, God enjoys plowing through our human limitations.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19: “And the angel answered him, "I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I was sent to speak to you…” &lt;i&gt;(God had been quiet for 400 years between the Old and New Testament and he broke the silence with an angel’s voice. Needless to say, Zechariah had a question.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20: ”And behold, you will be silent and unable to speak until the day that these things take place, &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;because you did not believe my words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, …"  &lt;i&gt;(Mary also asked God, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” The difference was that Mary asked the “How” while believing God would do it and Zechariah asked the “How” while not believing.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22: “And when he came out, he was unable to speak to them, and they realized that he had seen a vision in the temple. And he kept making signs to them and remained mute.” &lt;i&gt;(On the surface this seems like a harsh punishment, but God has a purpose.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;58: Elizabeth bore a son with &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;great rejoicing by “neighbors and relatives.&lt;/u&gt;” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember this point for the closing comment.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 62-64, “And they made signs to his father, inquiring what he wanted him to be called. And he asked for a writing tablet and wrote, "His name is John." And they all wondered.  And immediately his mouth was opened and his tongue loosed, and he spoke, &lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blessing God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” &lt;i&gt;(After great silence, the first words on his lips were praises to God).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I once had a circumstance in my life where I had to be mute for two weeks. This allowed me to gain a tiny bit of insight into Zechariah’s circumstances. I had a nodule on my vocal cords and the doctor told me I had two options. I could either have surgery, or I could be silent for two weeks and the nodule would dry up and fall off. The doctor told me most women cannot remain silent for that long. I took that as a personal challenge and was also willing to try anything to avoid surgery. To communicate, I walked around with a dry erase board (my version of Zechariah’s writing tablet). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;During those 2 weeks, I had no one to really talk to except God. He was the only one that heard me. I prayed more in that 2 weeks than I had in the previous year. I spent intimate time with my God and was closer to experiencing “continuous prayer” than at any point in my life. I can only imagine what it would have been like to do that for 9 months. Zechariah spent so much time with God while silent, that he busted out of his muteness with praises to his God and great revelation of what God would do through baby Jesus and John. In that silence, God had prepared Zechariah, so that his son, John, could prepare the world for the Messiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How are we preparing for Christmas? Do we need to be silent as we pray and read God’s word a fresh insight? Are you in a situation that you did not expect to be in? God is always at work, and he allows situations that cause us to draw close to him. God wants to bring praises to our lips and rejoicing with our neighbors and relatives! “Rejoicing with our relatives”… Now for many, that is a Christmas miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In our Christmas preparation, let’s find the blessing of a real “Silent” Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-6183502869605154429?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/6183502869605154429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/12/preparing-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6183502869605154429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6183502869605154429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/12/preparing-for-christmas.html' title='Preparing for Christmas'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hzm-ajTw2A/Tue6bgCl91I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ATiMspv6I6Q/s72-c/merry-christmas-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-6285277824900005940</id><published>2011-08-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:20:39.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5eJn1xeFo/TjgenSF1VSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/odhwZ4nh4HY/s1600/Give-Thanks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5eJn1xeFo/TjgenSF1VSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/odhwZ4nh4HY/s320/Give-Thanks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636288593874212130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Psalm 28:7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"The LORD is my strength and my shield; in Him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am truly living out this scripture. Yesterday I got the results of my lastest echo and I am so thankful as the Lord has been my help and I exult His name. For the first time in almost two years, my heart is showing signs of improvement. The output of my heart has improved from operating at about 1/2 capacity to 2/3 capacity. That is a huge jump. That explains why I have been able to drill the tennis ball during the last month. My heart is also showing the first signs of shrinking from its enlarged state. Everyone in the medical field kept asking if my medicines have changed. No, they have not.  My body could only tolerate the same small dosage that I have been on for the last year and a half. So there is only one person to give the thanks to - it is God alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am realistic that the battle for my heart is still there and some values need fixing, but this is a huge step in the healing process. My main prayer is that I can learn and grow in the Lord as much on the way up (healing) as I have done on the way down (sickness). God has taught me so much about structuring wise use of my time and total dependence on Him. I would not trade those experiences for anything. Living out the following scripture is what we are all called to do: 1 Thes 5:16-18, "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am extremely grateful for each one of you that have walked and continue to walk this journey alongside of me. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful for your every word of every prayer that you have said on my behalf. I am truly blessed to have such amazing people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you peak in my window today, you may see me dancing with a song in my heart. Rejoicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-6285277824900005940?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/6285277824900005940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6285277824900005940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6285277824900005940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5eJn1xeFo/TjgenSF1VSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/odhwZ4nh4HY/s72-c/Give-Thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-5508899837345524235</id><published>2011-07-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:08:51.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw52nTZypGA/Ti4Dzy7leYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PknPszXH_OI/s1600/happy%2Bheart%2Bjump%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw52nTZypGA/Ti4Dzy7leYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PknPszXH_OI/s320/happy%2Bheart%2Bjump%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633444372266973570" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;My cardiologist knows my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He has measured every chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He knows the capabilities of each valve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Thick files report specifics details of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;There may never be another who knows my heart as well as he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;But, he will never be the passion of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Dan, my husband, is my passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;My heart was given to him 25 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I am his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;We are one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;No other person holds my heart like he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;However, Jesus knows my heart better than anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He has complete knowledge of every physical attribute of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;After all, He made it and He gives me every heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He is the passion for which I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He is my Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I am His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;And I am forever in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;His Words delight me and reveal to me His heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;What is the condition of your heart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;What kind of relationship with Christ does your heart have?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Is it like the cardiologist? All knowledge?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Have you gone from knowledge to a relationship?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I first knew Dan, and then I later gave him my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;He is the most important person in the world to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I first knew of Jesus, and then he became the passion of my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I learned that knowledge was not a relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Knowledge is only in the mind - not in the heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Do you base your relationship with Jesus on your knowledge?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Do you base your relationship with Jesus on the passion for which you live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 13, 124); "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He (Jesus) said to them, "You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of men, but God knows your hearts…” Luke 16:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jesus knows your heart and he desires your passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 13, 124); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For more on how to move from knowledge to relationship go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotquestions.org/get-right-with-God.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(0, 24, 232); "&gt;http://www.gotquestions.org/get-right-with-God.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/4234118163506279873-5508899837345524235?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/5508899837345524235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/07/heart-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5508899837345524235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5508899837345524235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/07/heart-check-up.html' title='Heart Check-up'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw52nTZypGA/Ti4Dzy7leYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PknPszXH_OI/s72-c/happy%2Bheart%2Bjump%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-7947939037285852914</id><published>2011-05-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:04:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN7TEjxjRfg/TciOxeaLoxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GmivEz0BHiY/s1600/screen-shot-2010-03-23-at-112258-pm1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN7TEjxjRfg/TciOxeaLoxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GmivEz0BHiY/s320/screen-shot-2010-03-23-at-112258-pm1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604886716890194706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Good Friday I had the privilege of attending the Secret Church Simulcast of David Platt, author of Radical. It was a six hour intensive Bible study on the crucifixion, salvation and the glory of God. Starting at 7 pm and going to 1:00 am, I wasn’t sure what I was in for or even how long I would last considering my heart condition. In fact, nearly all my friends drove separately so we could each leave when we were tired.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet we all left at 1:30 am with more spiritual nourishment than we have received in years. My mind was swirling with thoughts of my Lord and how to get more of His Word into my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Truly, some of the most worthwhile time I have ever spent. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;David Platt has traveled the world speaking at real Secret Church meetings - where Christians are forced to gather in secret for church at the risk of their lives. He has taught them for 12 hours at a time and still they are hungry for more of the Word of God. Much of the world’s Christians meet like this for church – in homes and at great sacrifice and risk while, I wake up on Sunday morning and wonder who will decide to spend two hours at church that day. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Secret Church meetings in America were begun as a way to remember the 70% of Christians worldwide who risk persecution as a way of life. They also are a way to gather for intense Bible teaching – something that has been lost in our entertainment driven society. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I sat in church that Good Friday evening, I couldn’t help but notice most of the seats were empty. If believers from restricted countries were allowed to attend, it would have been standing room only. People would have left any obligation (work, family), sacrificed anything (income, sleep, their life) to hear the Word of God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With the threat of persecution, one is forced to evaluate the eternal. While we in prosperity, tend to choose what is most convenient and entertaining. Yet, whenever I choose easy and pleasurable over eternal, the fulfillment seems even more temporary. That night at Secret Church will stay with me forever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day I will stand before the throne and my persecuted brothers and sisters will be next to me. I am beginning to believe I will be envious of their choices made in life as they cast their crowns before Jesus. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As an American, I have been given so much. I have ten Bibles, commentaries, Hebrew and Greek dictionaries, a Christian bookstore in town, Christian radio, podcasts and endless tools available at my fingertips. The Bible says, “…From everyone who has been given much, much will be required and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more.” (Luke 12:48)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is God requiring of me? &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To access study guides and video of Secret Church go to &lt;a href="http://www.disciplemakingintl.org/"&gt;www.DiscipleMakingIntl.org&lt;/a&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/4234118163506279873-7947939037285852914?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/7947939037285852914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/05/secret-church.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7947939037285852914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7947939037285852914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/05/secret-church.html' title='Secret Church'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gN7TEjxjRfg/TciOxeaLoxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GmivEz0BHiY/s72-c/screen-shot-2010-03-23-at-112258-pm1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-7105167965334171689</id><published>2011-04-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:31:16.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7btnduQy2A0/TaS1zjyGCaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0H1-VMixrGM/s1600/Survivor%2BGGFG%2Blogo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7btnduQy2A0/TaS1zjyGCaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0H1-VMixrGM/s320/Survivor%2BGGFG%2Blogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594796534484306338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We are all called to share the great things God has done. We especially need to thank Him when we know it was the prayers of many that laid the foundation for all that happened. As Leslie and I return from another retreat, we always say that we can really tell when a retreat has been heavily prayed over. The support of the church prayer team and a group from the East Coast faithfully lifted this weekend to the Lord, and He supplied “above and beyond what we could ask or imagine.” (Eph 3:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There were so many “God appointments” that He had lined up for us as we earnestly prayed for every person and conversation that He would bring across our paths.  I think you will enjoy the amazement of how our God worked while leaving out the names and details to honor confidentiality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It started early as we met in the California church parking lot with 4 others to drive the 2½ hours to the retreat center.  One of the girls who I had never met or heard of hugged me and said, “I read your blog.” It is amazing how our God works across 3,000 miles. She later shared some life threatening health issues that she had and she wondered how God was going to use her. She said that reading about my heart issues gave her the courage to take one day at a time. I later shared with her that God gives us grace for the moment and not for the imagination. She was one of those girls that you just instantly loved. That was enough to rejoice in how the prayers of many were being answered. But God was just warming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Leslie and I gave our first Mentoring workshop just after lunch on Saturday and from that moment on we both had one God-appointment after another. Many of the details are too private to share, but some general comments can be made to display how awesome our God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- Met a girl who lived in the same neighborhood that Leslie lives in and where I used to live. We prayed together for something that had been on her heart for five years and it was answered by that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-Bonded with the head of their mentoring program and got to walk on the beach with her. Was able to pass along scripture sheets to use for counseling in their mentoring program. They are adding elements to enhance their program from the workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- Leslie and I shared how very different our personalities are, and how God uses that in ministry to work more like the body of Christ. Several ladies said that they need to reconcile relationships with those that they had personality clashes with. Many were encouraged to see how we were free to be how God designed them. They saw how very different people can work together in the body of Christ and be great friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- I will be in follow up contact with ladies that have asked for support in areas were I have had personal painful experiences. God created circumstances that had me “bump” into them during the normal activities of the retreat. God never wastes our pain. “He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” 2 Cor 1:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-One lady asked if I would be available for further contact with a counseling fee? I had to laugh out loud at that thought and my children would laugh even louder. Why is it that teenage children do not want our “free counsel”? Sorry for the diversion, and now back to the retreat. This lady has an evangelism gift and she sees how her circumstances are allowing that gift to be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- Bible study recommendations for the summer were asked for as women are thirsty for the Word. Many saw the need to be in God’s Word on a consistent basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- Many marriage covenants were strengthened by the power of the scriptures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- At the end of the retreat, there was one person left in the dining hall that I had not run across yet.  It was just the two of us. She ended up having a son that lived in Jacksonville where I lived and wanted to know of a good church to send him to. I keep pinching myself, saying, “I am in CA and this is happening!” She had no idea that I was from Jacksonville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-Most importantly, we had new sisters in Christ and those that turned their lives over to following Jesus with ALL their heart. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The most amazing things that God did are not written in this blog. Instead there are written in the private parts of the heart that only God sees as they spend intimate time with their Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Many of you prayed for my strength and wisdom. I was never tired and felt stronger than before I had any heart issues. At one point I had five straight hours of non-stop one-on-one conversations, and I clearly know that God supplied me with thoughts of HIS wisdom as it could have only come from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thank you to all the 132 ladies of First Baptist Church of Elk Grove and especially to the prayer warriors for the absolute joy of experiencing God at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Leslie, I love you and it is an honor to walk this journey alongside of you. You will be happy to know I have tears in my eyes as I wrote this last paragraph since you taught my heart how to cry with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To read the CA retreat director's reaction go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michelleernster.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;michelleernster.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. You will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-7105167965334171689?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/7105167965334171689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/04/retreat-reflections.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7105167965334171689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7105167965334171689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/04/retreat-reflections.html' title='Retreat Reflections'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7btnduQy2A0/TaS1zjyGCaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0H1-VMixrGM/s72-c/Survivor%2BGGFG%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-2384406082610885186</id><published>2011-02-13T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:59:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hd-yzzZjnDA/TViakoRk15I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ine5Q0m4PJk/s1600/valentine-day-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hd-yzzZjnDA/TViakoRk15I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ine5Q0m4PJk/s320/valentine-day-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573374492948092818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day may remind us of the most romantic day of our lives – our wedding day.  Isn’t it interesting Jesus performed His first miracle at a wedding?  A wedding of all things was used to kick off His ministry.  I wonder why?  Let’s review the Scripture for clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John 2: 1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day there was a wedding at Cana in Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there.  Jesus also was invited to the wedding with his disciples.  When the wine ran out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.”  And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what does this have to do with me?  My hour has not yet come.”  His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were six stone water jars there for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons.  Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water.”  And they filled them up to the brim.  And he said to them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the feast.”  So they took it.  When the master of the feast tasted the water now become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew) the master of the feast called the bridegroom and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and when people have drunk freely, then the poor wine.  But you have kept the good wine until now.”  This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory.  And his disciples believed in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many clues here.  Surely, the scripture tells of Jesus’ compassion and ability to meet our needs – no matter how small.  But is there more?  Is there a deeper spiritual meaning encompassed in Jesus’ first miracle?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can trust God to be intentional in everything He reveals to us through His Word.  I find it fascinating that in this brief description of the miracle John tells us how the water jars were used: “For the Jewish rites of purification.”  Jesus chose water jars linked the requirement to fulfill the law when He could have used the empty wine jars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did not come to provide a better method to uphold the law; He came to replace it with grace.  Just as He replaced the water with wine.  The water could only cleanse the outside of the body.  Jesus came to cleanse our hearts through His blood.  &lt;br /&gt;Blood was represented by wine at the last supper and is connected to this first miracle.  There was a new covenant, a new way to access the Father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was a wedding covenant taking place on that day in Cana, but a new covenant of grace to replace the old covenant of the law.  Let your heart rejoice this Valentine’s Day that it has been touched by the grace of Christ’s first miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-2384406082610885186?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/2384406082610885186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/2384406082610885186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/2384406082610885186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hd-yzzZjnDA/TViakoRk15I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ine5Q0m4PJk/s72-c/valentine-day-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-7219356818046060255</id><published>2011-02-04T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:42:39.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter What</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it is February already? Valentine’s are everywhere. I love seeing hearts and will probably never look at one the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, you have heard much about my physical heart and my journey thus far. Many of you have ridden this roller coaster with me (I guess that is why they place them in amusement parks.) Next week I will have a heart recorder surgically implanted to record my heartbeat. Though my physical heartbeat fluctuates my heartbeat for the Lord has remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a song with you to convey my heartbeat for HIM. Enjoy!&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OA3MSqufJP4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/4234118163506279873-7219356818046060255?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/7219356818046060255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-matter-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7219356818046060255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/7219356818046060255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-matter-what.html' title='No Matter What'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OA3MSqufJP4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-3750366390743762358</id><published>2010-11-13T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:54:00.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued from Open Heart Surgery: Prayer, Preparation and Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TN8Il3p7iqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIkbI2YjLBM/s1600/holiday_boutique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TN8Il3p7iqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIkbI2YjLBM/s320/holiday_boutique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539155513377000098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;written by Linda Reppert and Mindy Lenahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving from the gray hallway into the tiny gray office to sit in gray chairs to meet with a cardiologist surgeon, my spirit was anything but dreary.  Despite the reality of the hospital smell and the certainty of my open heart surgery the next morning, I chose trust over worry.  It had been a long three days for my husband and me at the Cleveland Clinic, though all had gone exceptionally well thus far.  Relying on God for strength to get through each moment enabled me to remain peaceful as I waited to meet the man ordered to put a knife through my chest.  I knew so many were praying God’s perfect will for my life.  As we waited, I retraced my climb up the mountain of God’s faithfulness step by step.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying up to Cleveland, I determined to not focus on the reason for the trip but rather take in each day as it came.  “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6:34).  I treasured the flight time with my husband and was excited to see a new city.  God wonderfully provided that day.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday my tests began on the first floor of the Clinic.  I was prepared for a full day of testing and fasting.   People were praying and looking back I could see how God provided.  I woke up early and arrived at the clinic second in line.  From there I zipped through appointment after appointment all before noon.  Through the testing I learned my heart condition was unchanged, I released any thoughts of tomorrow into the capable hands of my Father.  After a nice lunch, my husband and I took a beautiful long walk touring the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking back to the hotel from dinner that night, doubt started to creep into my mind.  Recognizing it for what it was, I took the thought captive and said to myself, “I either trust God or I don’t trust Him.”  I chose to trust Him, giving Him my complete heart to do with as He saw fit.  As a result, His peace reigned over me.   Again, God wonderfully provided that day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early Tuesday morning, on the second floor of the Clinic, I had the privilege of meeting with a cardiologist specialist – one of the best doctors in America.  He said I was an unusual case since there are several things going on in my heart and yet I am still very active.  He believed they would be able to do a valve repair instead of a valve replacement.  This was good news as it greatly reduced the chance of infection and malfunction.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being told it was beneficial to have the surgery while still strong physically, I went to a pre-surgery physical where they cleared me to have a heart catheterization.  From that procedure I received the report that I had 0% blockage in my arteries.  More good news followed as this meant I would be a candidate for a minimum invasive surgery of three to four inches verses a six to eight inch incision.  God wonderfully provided that day.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning we were back at the Clinic but this time on the third floor.  This would be the final prep day before my surgery the next morning on the fourth floor.  As we went through the pre-surgery training I readied my mind to take in the information so that I would be prepared.  We watched a video of open heart surgery and they told what to expect afterward.  Blurry vision, tubes in your throat and chest, difficult breathing and suicidal thoughts were a few things on the list.  I prayed for my husband as he lovingly walked the remainder of this journey with me.  By God’s grace I was learning the difference between preparing and worrying.  God was teaching me the blessing of turning each day over to Him and not allowing worry to block the way of God’s provision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing to do was meet the cardiologist surgeon.  As we waited in that gray office, I did not know the Lord was about to deliver me from the knife.  What happened next, I never saw coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surgeon walked in looking every bit as confident and educated as a surgeon should look.  He sat down and started to talk.  His eyes softened as he spoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I had three cardiologists review your records and two believe that you are doing so well, you will not be any better off after the surgery.  And I agree with the two.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts had not yet caught up with my mouth, so he continued, “There is a 1 in 20 chance that something major could happen – heart attack, infection, etc.  You are doing far too well to take the risk.  Within the next 5 years some non-surgical methods will be out that are not yet FDA approved.  Those risks are 1 in a 1000 and you may be a candidate for those.  You should be monitored every 6 months and it is possible you may continue as you are for the next 20-30 years.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at my astonished husband and then back at the doctor, still in disbelief.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a smile he added, “Instead of surgery tomorrow, why don’t you go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news began to sink in and I knew exactly what I would do tomorrow.  I was going to fly home so I could walk into Bible study and celebrate with the many who were praying so faithfully.  Not only was this a victory of deliverance it was testimony to God providing all I needed one day at a time.  Because I processed this journey one day at a time, I never emotionally handled day four of surgery.  What a huge benefit to Matthew 6:34.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I processed the miracle even further the story of Abraham and Isaac flooded over me.  Just as God tested Abraham, I believe He also tested me.   In completely different context and for much different reasons, God asked Abraham for his only son and He asked me for my only heart.  Abraham saddled his donkey and I made preparations for two months of caretakers, medical appointments, meals, hotels and flights.  On the third day of climbing the mountain Abraham could see the alter but before the knife was inserted God stopped him saying, “…now I know that you fear God, seeing you have not withheld your son, your only son, from me.”  (Genesis 22:12)  After the three days of climbing the floors at the Clinic, God also stopped my knife.  My heart was His.  “So Abraham called the name of that place, “The LORD will provide…” (Genesis 22:14)  God greatly provided that day.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I only made it that far because of the prayers of many and God’s grace.  No way do I have the faith of Abraham, but through this small sampling of a minor test, I have experienced in a major way, the Lord who provides.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-3750366390743762358?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/3750366390743762358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/11/rescued-from-open-heart-surgery-prayer_13.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/3750366390743762358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/3750366390743762358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/11/rescued-from-open-heart-surgery-prayer_13.html' title='Rescued from Open Heart Surgery: Prayer, Preparation and Provision'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TN8Il3p7iqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uIkbI2YjLBM/s72-c/holiday_boutique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-4100232040578700400</id><published>2010-10-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:29:28.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMt0vxKNY5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/reF4oh023PU/s1600/heart_in_the_sky-1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMt0vxKNY5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/reF4oh023PU/s320/heart_in_the_sky-1804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533644931153617810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than two days I will be on my way to the Cleveland Clinic to have open heart surgery.  As the awaited time draws closer, I can feel the Lord preparing my heart for the road ahead.  Because He is always faithful to equip us for the road He has called us to, He gave me a very specific and practical way to focus on Him.   It not only helps calm my heart now as I ready for surgery, but I also plan to use it to occupy my mind as I recover.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in this journey the Lord gave me Isaiah 26:3: “He will keep in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you.”  This truth has been the key in walking down this path.  It would be so easy to focus on my circumstances, but instead have chosen to focus on the Lord’s attributes allows peace to reign in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previously I have used the alphabet to study God’s attributes.  One day I would name all the qualities He is that begin with A (Alpha, Awesome, Anchor, Armor, Atonement, Authority, etc.) the next day the letter B and so forth. After trial runs with other surgeries, I became aware that as I pull out of anesthesia and pain medicine, I can only handle focusing on something very simple.  So I narrowed my list to one thing for each letter and have spent time storing these traits of God (A-Z) in my heart in preparation of that time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comforter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deliverer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giver of Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Healer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indescribable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King of Kings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord of Lords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Majestic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiets the Storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redeemer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfathomable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victorious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-ray vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yahweh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zealous for my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new season ahead of me – one of pain, recovery and rest.  Being one who enjoys so much activity – mentoring, leading Bible study, blogging, tennis, walking and more, I am aware of how difficult this could be.  But I walk ahead completely confident of the One who has so faithfully led me this far.  He is already teaching me the joy found in the stillness of His presence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through these next few months, I will have many doctors, family and friends come and go, but there will be One who will never leave my side.  Looking up at the list of all that He is, my heart leaps for joy to be able to share this intimate time with Him alone.  I have an awesome Lord to occupy me through this trial.  He is the Giver of every breath and the Sustainer of every heart beat.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid." - John 14:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4234118163506279873-4100232040578700400?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/4100232040578700400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/10/preparing-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/4100232040578700400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/4100232040578700400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/10/preparing-my-heart.html' title='Preparing My Heart'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMt0vxKNY5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/reF4oh023PU/s72-c/heart_in_the_sky-1804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-6906762208428256468</id><published>2010-10-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:16:31.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personifying Palm Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMUDYwKC5QI/AAAAAAAAADw/hdM6BbecmBc/s1600/DSC02976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMUDYwKC5QI/AAAAAAAAADw/hdM6BbecmBc/s320/DSC02976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531831441073300738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shall we continue our journey through the land of Israel? Will you brave some wilderness terrain and deep valleys with me through these next couple of posts? As always, God will be faithful to uncover riches when we dig for His treasures. Let’s take His hand and journey into the depths of the desert known throughout the Middle East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We will walk through miles and miles of wilderness. Our throats will grow dry longing for water and if we don’t stop daily to collect our manna, we will die in this place. Signs of life are few and far between. And just when we think we cannot go a step further, God will lead us right up to seventy palm trees. How much more beautiful is such a sight in the middle of plains of desert sand rather than an island in Hawaii. This is precisely where the Lord led the Israelites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Then they came to Elim, where there were twelve springs and&lt;b&gt; seventy palm trees&lt;/b&gt;, and they camped there near the water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” Exodus 15:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let’s also camp here. I believe God has much to teach us about these palm trees. Have you ever noticed how much He appears to love them? Take a look at how He decorated His temple…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“On the walls all around the temple, in both the inner and outer rooms, he carved cherubim, &lt;b&gt;palm trees &lt;/b&gt;and open flowers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” 1 Kings 6:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“And on the two olive wood doors he carved cherubim,&lt;b&gt; palm trees&lt;/b&gt; and open flowers, and overlaid the cherubim and &lt;b&gt;palm trees &lt;/b&gt;with beaten gold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” 1 Kings 6:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He engraved cherubim, lions and &lt;b&gt;palm trees&lt;/b&gt; on the surfaces of the supports and on the panels, in every available space, with wreaths all around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” 1 Kings 7:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He paneled the main hall with pine and covered it with fine gold and decorated it with &lt;b&gt;palm tree&lt;/b&gt;s and chain designs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” 2 Chronicles 3:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(If that isn’t enough, you can read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/keyword/?search=palm%20tree&amp;amp;version1=31&amp;amp;searchtype=all&amp;amp;spanbegin=33&amp;amp;spanend=33"&gt;Ezekiel 40 and 41&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for even more ways palm trees were used as decoration.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;God says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The righteous will flourish like a palm tree…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” (Psalm 92:12). Can you believe God symbolically represents our righteousness with a palm tree? Our righteousness comes from Christ alone. Philippians 3:9 says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;…not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ – the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” It is a righteousness that can withstand the fierce elements of the wilderness. When rooted in Him, we too can flourish through high winds and dry seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting enough, one of Israel’s largest exports is the date palm tree. Being a fruit bearing palm tree it reminds me of Philippians 1:11 which says, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;…filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ – to the glory and praise of God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” Producing a sweet fruit, they begin life in Israel before being exported out to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jesus began His life in Israel, but God loved the world and could not keep Him there. The sweet message of His gospel is being exported to every tribe and nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whether you are wandering through the desert or in an oasis, the next time you see a palm tree remember the righteousness you have been given through Christ. Jesus spoke in John 15:16 saying, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit that will last…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;” Like all good things, fruit is enjoyed most when shared with another. Let’s go from this place and share the sweetness we have found from our righteousness in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-6906762208428256468?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/6906762208428256468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/10/personifying-palm-trees.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6906762208428256468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6906762208428256468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/10/personifying-palm-trees.html' title='Personifying Palm Trees'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TMUDYwKC5QI/AAAAAAAAADw/hdM6BbecmBc/s72-c/DSC02976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-8890014670674121472</id><published>2010-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:07:36.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood You Be In Awe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Mindy Lenahan on behalf of Linda Reppert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever read details in scripture and wonder why God focuses on such specifics?  I have found when I take the time to ask Him, even the tiniest insight He may give leaves me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God described his temple in great detail: “Then he measured the length of the building facing the courtyard at the rear &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;of the temple, including its galleries on each side; it was a hundred cubits.  The outer sanctuary, the inner sanctuary and the portico facing the court, as well as the thresholds and the narrow windows and galleries around the three of them – everything beyond and including the threshold was covered with wood.  The floor, the wall up to the windows, and the windows were covered.”&lt;/span&gt;  Ezekiel 41: 15-16&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood is hard to find in Israel.  There are plenty of rocks, loads of sand and rubble, but not much wood.   Due to the limited supply, it holds great value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the Lord chose wood to fill His temple.  Is it insignificant that the only way to enter the inner room – where God’s manifest presence resided – was through wood paneling?  To go from common to holy, one had to pass by wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TI1cr2_4HWI/AAAAAAAAADg/NBfL0Q7gjvc/s320/JesusBoyCarpenterBaja.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516167027166289250" /&gt;Jesus, our pathway to God, worked as a carpenter.  Sweaty, dusty and callused, He spent His days dealing with this precious commodity.  Though carpentry was considered a lowly profession, He sawed, nailed and hammered on wood daily.  A common trade, but an uncommon material…&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a small town Jewish carpenter, He carried the wood into His father’s workshop knowing one day this costly object would be placed on His back.  Wood was more than His livelihood; wood was an instrument of His death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus carried a treasure as He hauled the cross beam up to Golgotha.  Along with the inconceivable weight of our sin, He felt the familiar slivering of wood as it etched into His skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the scarcity of wood, the cross beams were recycled.  He carried only half His cross up the rugged mountain.  The vertical stake was in the ground waiting for Him.  Our sin heavy on Him, He still waited to experience the culmination of God’s wrath as He was forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung on a wooden cross, Jesus the carpenter carved our way into Heaven with His own blood, sweat and tears.  “It is finished!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkened as the earth shook.  The veil tore in two and the wood paneling on each side bore the weight of a Savior cutting through.  Those wooden walls in the temple would no longer separate the holy from the common.  The Master Carpenter created a beautiful masterpiece.  We call it the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every aspect of Jesus is held to the cross, tied into the gospel – even Him being a carpenter.  Truly, He carved the way with nails through His hands and a precious wooden beam on His back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe.&lt;/span&gt;”  Hebrews 12:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, the more I know of You, the more I realize I have yet to learn.  Every detail holds truth.  Jesus, Carpenter of my heart, I stand in awe.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-8890014670674121472?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/8890014670674121472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/09/wood-you-be-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/8890014670674121472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/8890014670674121472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/09/wood-you-be-in-awe.html' title='Wood You Be In Awe?'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TI1cr2_4HWI/AAAAAAAAADg/NBfL0Q7gjvc/s72-c/JesusBoyCarpenterBaja.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-6323980643225861721</id><published>2010-08-30T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:42:14.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Fireworks</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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I was unsure if I should travel, but I went with a friend to Fort Lauderdale with plans of watching fireworks on the beautiful ocean.  But God had greater beauty in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An all day rain drove us miles from the beach to an arena parking lot instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the fireworks began an Indian family came and stood in front of the six of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had two blankets and two chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They had nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For an unknown reason, my friends and family chose to sit on the blankets laid over the hard pavement leaving me in a chair with an empty chair next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I offered it to the little grandmother type in the Indian family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She gratefully accepted, telling of her double knee replacements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our conversation began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Where are you from?” I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“India, but living &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/THuyBWk_tMI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctUV2nLuIpQ/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/THuyBWk_tMI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctUV2nLuIpQ/s200/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511194305328297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in Florida now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I have a friend who has traveled to India as a Christian missionary.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What does a Christian missionary do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My heart smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a deep breath and prayed, “Here we go, Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In that moment I realized He brought me here for a greater beauty and purpose than 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When asked about religion, the little grandmother responded in heavy accent, “I believe all religions are good because they all make you do good things, and God wants us to do good things, don’t you agree with me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Desiring to build a bridge, I replied, “Yes God does delight when we choose to do good things, but I still have bad things – selfishness, bad thoughts, etc.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We talked about Mother Theresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She knew she was a very good woman who would go to Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I asked about Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She agreed he was a very bad man who would end up in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said, “We are somewhere in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If truly God evaluates us the way you suggest, where would He draw the line on how many good things get us into Heaven or how many bad things send us to hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shared my bad things (sin) needed to be cleansed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If God accepted me into Heaven the way I am, Heaven would no longer be a perfect place because I would bring dirt with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I explained God had sent Jesus, for that very reason – to take my sin upon Him, to die and experience the wrath of God – all to cleanse me so I could spend eternity with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But Jesus didn’t stay dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He conquered sin and death when He rose from the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am allowed entrance into Heaven based on my faith in Jesus taking away my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She finally spoke and said, “It is good to hear about this Jesus”, but followed that statement with Jesus being one of many ways to get to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ephesians 2:8-9 came out my mouth&lt;i style=""&gt;: “For it is by grace you have been saved through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I continued, “If good things could get you to Heaven, why did Jesus have to die on the cross?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If there was another way, why did He suffer for our sin?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Holy Spirit was at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She asks, “So you are saying Jesus is the only way to Heaven?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Jesus Himself said, “I am the way and the truth and the life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one comes to the Father except through Me”&lt;/i&gt; (John 14:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Instead of resisting Jesus being mentioned she seemed more intrigued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fireworks nearly over, she remained thoroughly engrossed in our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Fireworks represent our freedom in America, but what I am sharing with you is how you can have freedom from your sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God knew that tonight you would be sitting in that chair and I would be sitting in this chair and He wants me to tell you about Jesus.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Christian friend from South Africa was praying while I, a broken American shared the gospel with a woman from India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While we were celebrating America’s freedom, God was using people from all over the world to share real freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Truly, He had bought His world together for this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At one point my friend prayed a scripture and later told me that was the very next verse I mentioned to the lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was not alone on this mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Indian woman wanted to go to the library to read more about Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She gave me her phone number just as the fireworks ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her family came over and said, “This chair has been a blessing to us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They had no idea the blessing was eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we neared the car I asked my friends and family, “So how were the fireworks?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They responded, “You were where the real fireworks were happening!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realized I was just given the privilege of watching the fiery light of His gospel shinning bright against the darkness of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I returned home, I called my new grandmother friend several times and sent her a large print Bible, which she is reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In God’s perfect timing He will finish the work He has began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I contemplate how God used my 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July vacation, I am reminded of a lesson God revealed to me in Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a lesson about God coming to get us in the midst of everyday tasks and using us for His eternal purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Consider Mary who was living a poor woman’s life in Nazareth when God came after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ruth was picking up leftover grain in a field when God sent Boaz to her rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peter, James and John were fishermen – doing just that – fishing, when Jesus called them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matthew was collecting taxes when God changed his accounting career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each of these had a heart ready to be used while in the middle of the ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fully surrendered to the call of Jesus, they were open to do anything He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We need to ask ourselves, “Is my heart ready to follow when the Lord calls?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If so, God knows where to get us when He is ready to use us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Please be encouraged in your everyday tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You never know when God will show up and allow you the privilege of sharing in His eternal work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;An everyday errand may suddenly include taking the time to share Jesus with someone who has never heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A boring rainy day may unexpectedly become exciting at the opportunity to rescue someone for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You never know when God will see fit to change your every day job to include a story worthy of the mission field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your mission field is wherever you are currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;God never overlooks a willing heart. Be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Stay faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;He will show up and light up your sky with some real fireworks – the kind that last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-6323980643225861721?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/6323980643225861721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-fireworks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6323980643225861721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/6323980643225861721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-fireworks.html' title='Real Fireworks'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/THuyBWk_tMI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctUV2nLuIpQ/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-5595987129467289225</id><published>2010-08-19T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:41:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed for Success</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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 &lt;p class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;The rumble of dozens of motorcycles were felt before they were heard.  We were on a weekend getaway in the early years of marriage. To fit this trip into our tight budget, we made our reservation site unseen at a low budget motel&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;near Stone Mountain, Georgia. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;The rumble grew to a roar, then to a stop as the rowdy motorcycle riders filled the parking lot of our hotel. I know that there are a lot of wonderful people that ride motorcycles as some of them are my close friends. Let’s just say that it did not look like this group of riders would be getting up for church on Sunday morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;One thought consumed us, “What do we do?”&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“…take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all to stand firm.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;We hoped they did not notice how out of place we felt. We were hoping our weekend getaway did not turn into a police report.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and as shoes for your feet having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;Should we stay?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should we go? We had already paid for our room and did not really have the funds to stay anywhere else. Would they hurt us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Were they harmless? What if they got rowdy as they partied? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TG2GiSSkSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/YjxfaQvMorc/s1600/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TG2GiSSkSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/YjxfaQvMorc/s200/DSC02725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507205842927372642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;Yes, this event definably increased our prayer life! What if we had to leave quickly for our own safety?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How should we prepare for that?&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="BodyA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;All of the pieces of the armor of God were given to us at the moment we surrendered our hearts and lives to follow Christ. Look again at this gift package that we get from the armor:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;truth, righteousness, peace, faith, salvation, the Holy Spirit, and the Word of God. What incredible gifts!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we leave out any of these gifts, we are not fully armed. Can you imagine living without anyone of them? Makes us wonder why we loosen our belt, lay down our shield, kick off our shoes, unsnap the chin strap of our helmet and put down our sword. God is encouraging us to now put it ALL on and stand firm! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;The noise outside our hotel continued late into the night. It was hard to relax.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we started to change into our night clothes, we looked at each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we should lay out our clothes as close to us as possible in the event we needed to leave quickly. Was that enough?&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;God has given us amazing armor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then our lives get busy and our armor slips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, our time in his word (sword) gets laid aside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Chink-ka-chink.&lt;i style=""&gt; Then, our shield (faith) gets heavy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Plunk-zing.&lt;i style=""&gt; Then our head gets filled with doubts and we shake our helmet lose. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Clang.&lt;i style=""&gt; Peace seems to leave and we notice our shoelaces are untied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ssssspppp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sssspppp.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are carrying more weight then we should so we loosen our belt (truth) and truth becomes relative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Click click click&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do not feel righteous (breastplate) anymore because we are looking at ourselves instead of the righteousness of Christ in us. &lt;/i&gt;Ding-ding-ding.&lt;i style=""&gt; The enemy finds holes in our armor. Something is wrong, so very, very wrong as the enemy begins to attack relentlessly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need our armor back on!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where is it, Lord? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;No, it would not be enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To really be ready to escape out of that hotel in case of true danger, we needed to sleep fully prepared. No thief in the night or drunk and rowdy biker gang was going to stand by patiently while we changed clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We needed to be fully dressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Fully dressed with the full armor of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No dust anywhere, but everything oiled and polished, ready to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Standing firm. Each piece so vitally important to the whole, for if any one piece is loose or missing, there is an opening for the enemy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;That night our sleep was light and our senses heightened for any danger. We had to be wise with everything we did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We slept fully dressed, scripture on our minds and prayers on our lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;We have all had holes in our armor at times. The Word of God, prayer, and help from other armor bearers are ways to plug the holes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, we will regain our strength, as we make sure our belt is tight, our shoes are tied, our breastplate is in place, our helmet secure, with our shield and sword in our hands. Once again, we are standing firm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;We awoke much earlier than the motorcycle party gang to discover that all was fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We breathed a sigh of thankfulness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“To proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night...” Psalm 92:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Note: All unmarked Scripture quotes are from Ephesians 6.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="FreeFormAA"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-5595987129467289225?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/5595987129467289225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-for-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5595987129467289225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5595987129467289225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-for-success.html' title='Dressed for Success'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TG2GiSSkSWI/AAAAAAAAADI/YjxfaQvMorc/s72-c/DSC02725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-5012948066138606220</id><published>2010-07-17T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:28:59.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Treasure in His Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Written by Mindy Lehehan based on interview with Linda Reppert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you were to walk with me onto Israeli ground, you could not help but be taken back by the extensive desert, rugged terrain and rocky hillsides.   Yet there remains something striking about the perilous and unattractive land.   Countless wars have been fought here.  Jerusalem leveled 18 times and built again.  Conquered 37 times and changed human hands 86 times, yet one thing always remained.  This land is His.  The territory He promised to His people.   The land He chose to walk as a man, tell the beautiful gospel story that embraces the whole world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TEIPGBei0VI/AAAAAAAAADA/zB-_1EWxOH8/s1600/Israel+the+Land.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TEIPGBei0VI/AAAAAAAAADA/zB-_1EWxOH8/s200/Israel+the+Land.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494971091495604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There truly is no other country like Israel.  But why would the God of the universe pick this place to reveal what some call His fifth gospel*?   Why, with the world at His feet, did He not settle His people among the majestic mountains of Switzerland or the tropical beaches of Hawaii?  But one does not walk with Him for long before we learn; He does all things on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about this land speaks of an effortless life.  From the lack of rain to the constant combat, living here requires faith and some serious prayer.  Knowing what we need better than we do, God provides for His people a place demanding total dependence on Him to survive.  As David beautifully penned, “Oh God, you are my God, earnestly I see you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” (Psalm 63:1)  In the heart of a vast desert, the Lord found the perfect location for the Holy to enter into relationship with the human.   Survival meant trust in Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are limitless lessons to be learned from this distinctive land.  Physically walking in the desert allows familiar Scripture to come alive.  You can see the valley of the shadow; better understand the parable of the seeds.  But long after returning home, it still continues to speak.  Passages in the Bible normally skimmed over suddenly come alive.  There are lessons in the wilderness, in the rocks, in the water.   So much wisdom buried here; we could never reach the bottom.  All have impact on our lives today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has seen fit to remove me from the tennis courts but has given me the privilege of walking in His courts – His land.  Will you join me in an archeological dig of sorts as we uncover some beautiful treasures hidden in the terrain of Israel and in the riches of God’s Word?  Once you uncover one gem, you often find another…and the journey continues deeper and deeper into the heart of God.  And maybe you also will find yourself loving the land He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My tour guide referred to the land as the fifth gospel.  I found this interesting since the details of the land clearly reinforce the message of the four gospels – God loves us, came to rescue us from our sin through the death of Jesus and is alive preparing a place for us in eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234118163506279873-5012948066138606220?l=lindareppert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/feeds/5012948066138606220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/07/discovering-treasure-in-his-land.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5012948066138606220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234118163506279873/posts/default/5012948066138606220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindareppert.blogspot.com/2010/07/discovering-treasure-in-his-land.html' title='Discovering Treasure in His Land'/><author><name>In His Courts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02359599767144474002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3esLUZs2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F3Mn8wnAV_4/S220/Linda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TEIPGBei0VI/AAAAAAAAADA/zB-_1EWxOH8/s72-c/Israel+the+Land.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234118163506279873.post-7206067149465843214</id><published>2010-07-02T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:23:24.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing for a Heart: A True Story of Hope in the Holy Land (written by Mindy Lenahan)</title><content type='html'>  &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;It is still unknown why her blood pumps at only 50% capacity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times she has actually felt her heart working ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;ide her as it struggled to do its intended job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Facing a relentless fatigue daily she still cares for her family and friends as the ever strong one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was in the midst of such crucial physical circumstances; Linda made the decision to visit Israel a second time.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Linda had been home only four days when she agreed to meet with me following her fourth doctor appointment of the week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Due to being sent for an unforeseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt; test our time was delayed although the results of that appointment would become the driving force behind my every word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked into Linda’s home only hours after she received news open heart surgery was recommended to repair or replace a worn out defective valve the doctors believe is a contributing cause of her enlarged heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was given less than a 60% chance her life will improve after the surgery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remaining untreated, her heart will eventually stop working.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I sat and listened to her story while my own heart ached and tears poured on my paper, yet not once did her faith ap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;pear to waiver.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not once did she seem without hope. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heaviness came over me as I realized the weight of the story God had entrusted me to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one with much more impact than a friend’s recent visit to Israel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;With her doctor’s approval Linda set out on a journey that would change, challenge and encourage her as she faced the trial of a lifetime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Though I immediately started feeling my heart struggling I did not miss a minute of the tour.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Aside from my husband and two c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;lose friends the other 28 people did not know of my condition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not want to be the ‘sick one’ or someone people had to worry about.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite her swollen legs and extreme fatigue she felt God strengthen her to press on to each location and soak in many lessons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Near the end of the trip there came a time for her secret to be revealed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they neared the Pool of Bethesda, known as a place of healing, Linda knew she could not leave without prayer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Being obedient to James 5:14: ‘If anyone is sick, let him call to the elders to pray and anoint him with oil.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This would be the third time I requested this from a different set of elders in different locations.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3a1FqDe4I/AAAAAAAAABY/QwY_jqCoZdk/s1600/tomb+exit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zhfsqco8-EQ/TC3a1FqDe4I/AAAAAAAAABY/QwY_jqCoZdk/s200/tomb+exit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489284126420990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Knowing He could heal, and trusting Him completely with the decision, they prayed fervently each time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda’s heart remained the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet that moment in Jerusalem became most memorable as God spoke to her soul through James 1:2-4&lt;i style=""&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like Paul, she had brought her request before the Lord three times and He had chosen for her to endure. “I realized that going through this trial was the only way God could make me ‘mature and complete, not lacking in anything.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all want the end result, but most of us do not want to go through the trial to get the maturity.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She felt peace and a renewed joy to be serving Him, even with a defective heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;They visited a church near the pool where the acoustics could have made a frog croak sound like a blue bird in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“How could we not sing?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fresh from begging her Maker for healing, still sick she turned to Him and sang, “Lord, I give you my heart…”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The significance of the words not lost on her she continued on, “I give you my soul, and I live for you alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every breath that I take, every moment I am awake, Lord have Your way in me…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Another powerful moment on this pilgrimage to the Holy Land was when they passed through the valley of death and entered the Garden of Gethsemane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heart pounding, breathless and sweating, Linda was overwhelmed thinking the Lord was allowing her to share in a very slight glimpse of His suffering in the Garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I realized this was not only a place of prayer, but a place of decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What God was asking me to endure would cost me something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would I be able to reach the point in the struggle to pray, ‘Not my will, but yours be done?’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lesson continued as I recognized this place of prayer and decision was also a place of betrayal.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tears stung her eyes, but the pain that filled her heart at that moment was not physical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew betrayal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any tears cried since her diagnosis was not from fear or pain, but rather the lack of encouragement from some of her family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ones trusted to protect her seemed to be leaving her alone at a time when most needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mercifully, her pain, decision and betrayal were very tiny compared to Jesus who had faced total separation from God when He bore our sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of this, Linda would never have to be alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus would be her constant companion during her trial.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would steady her eyes on her Savior as He has fixed His eyes on His Father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew there would be glory after her Gethsemane just as Jesus had glory after His.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Leaving the Garden they trekked on down the Via Dolorosa, the street where Jesus carried His cross up to Golgotha.&lt;span style=""&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;If she has cried it has been in response to the reactions of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same hope that fills the empty tomb fills her entire being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her confidence lies not in the doctor’s words but in the very Word of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” &lt;/i&gt;(Psalm 73:26)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though an uncertain road lies ahead, she walks in complete trust of the God that has ordained her every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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