guest author – Rachel Marie


Submitted by Rachel Marie 
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I’ve got a brand-new story though you’ve heard it a time or two,
About a Prince who kissed a girl right out of the blue;
Hey, this story ain’t no tale to me now,
For the Prince of Peace has given me life somehow;
(You know what I mean!)

My sleep is over I’ve been touched by His fire,
That burns from His eyes and lifts me higher and higher;
I’ll live forever with Him right by my side,
He’s coming again on a white horse He’ll ride;
He’ll clothe me and crown me and make me His bride.
(You know what I mean!)

-By 2nd Chapter of Acts — {:::} …
listen to short clip of song here!

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“What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow.”
–Martin Luther

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by Rachel Marie

img_0407.jpgI remember very well one evening several months ago when I was having an extremely difficult time, both spiritually and emotionally. I had just about decided to give up all my crazy “dreaming.” Dreaming about the future (my future, specifically), seemed to only disappoint and disillusion my heart and mind. After all, how much of it actually had come true so far…?

Hm, not much, I guessed. I was disheartened. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was unsure. I was sad. I… I… I…

Looking back I see what my problem was, clearly. All I could think of was myself. My ambitions, plans, and wishes. I was not concerned for others; I was not concerned for Christ’s Kingdom. I was only worried about myself, and what would become of me.

I knew what I wanted, but it seemed to me that God either didn’t understand or wouldn’t answer me. And wasn’t I supposed to look forward to the years ahead? Wasn’t I supposed to be dreaming up and anticipating great things? Why did it seem like all my hopeful sunshine had died down to a few faint sparks?

Perhaps it was all because the Lord knew and saw my heart, and realized that I was so self-focused that I could no longer see much else.

This is not to say that dreaming is wrong. It is not wrong. Dreams are indeed the very stuff of life. God’s Word instructs us to have hope, and to have vision, without which we would “perish”. This is also not to say that I have now arrived to some selfless plain of perfection. No, far, far from it. However, I can now thank and bless God for allowing me to experience the struggle of “dreamlessness.” I’m learning more and more that the struggles and trials which the Lord chooses to lead me through are not for vain purposes, or for further disappointments. In truth, such struggles do often only appear as disappointing and vain while one is in the midst of them; but many blessed, beautiful truths are learned and birthed out of the deepest of agonies and struggles, and the Lord in His infinite wisdom knows that.

That same night when I was mulling over myself, and everything that I wanted, the Lord brought something to my attention, which both convicted and challenged me. It was an article written for people in my stage of life, going through my kind of struggles. God used it to bless and change my outlook on life… for the better, and for His glory. It spoke directly to my heart and life where I was at that time. It showed me that “Impossible Dreams” are not impossible after all…“For life to be fully lived it must wrestle the impossible and win. For life to be fully lived, the God of the impossible must be fully trusted with the writing of the script.”

I have far from “arrived,” but although the learning is at times so wearily painful, I see how that simply dreaming up things that will please myself is so very futile. The Lord can never bless such dreaming, and will likely bring it all to naught in order to show you Himself, and what truly matters in life.My encouragement to you if what I have written here has spoken to your heart in anyway, is to seek Jesus. That precious, heavenly Babe born in the lowly cattle stable. Seek Him First and Foremost. Focus on Him, and He will direct all your dreams down His way of perfection. It may not be exactly what you’ve hoped and planned for, but His way is always perfect. Only TRUST Him now. He knows, and sees, and loves all.

:::the article previously stated can be found here!:::

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img_0009.jpgRachel Marie is a sweet young lady who loves the Lord with all her heart. She is keenly interested in the study of biblical womanhood and authored a well-noted article, Just a Girl Through & Through. Along with her gift of writing, her hobbies also include photography, flowers, sewing and a host of other avenues she uses to vent her creativity. Her heart beat is missions with a particular love for China.Contact:
lajiemarie@gmail.com
www.lajiemarie.blogspot.com  

Submitted by Rachel Marie 

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“Blessed are the single-hearted, for they shall enjoy much peace. If you refuse to be hurried and pressed, if you stay your soul on God, nothing can keep you from that clearness of spirit, which is life and peace. In that stillness you will know what His will is.”

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

 

–Amy Carmichael

As is typical with Thanksgiving just around the corner, I’ve been thinking about the things I’m thankful for. Of course, such habits should be practiced every day of our lives, whether or not we are celebrating a holiday associated with giving thanks. But it seems so appropriate that a certain person’s birthday should fall on the week of Thanksgiving. When I think of this particular sweet gal, I can’t help but think thoughts of gratitude for having the privilege of knowing and sharing a friendship with such a dear, dear young lady.

Let’s wish our Rachel Marie a very happy 18th birthday. God has blessed my life greatly with her friendship, and I know you too have been blessed by her sweet spirit manifested in her various writings.

I love you, Flowergurl!
::BrittneyLeigh

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Instead, it’s an advertisement!

Uh, well, not really.

Ok, it’s an encouragement to check out the awesome radio talk show, Way of the Master Radio, hosted by Freakishly Tall Friel, aka.Todd Friel.  If you have never tuned in, well my dear friend, you are seriously missing out!  Tune in to this great radio show aired daily  for two hours.  You’ll not only gain helpful insight into various aspects of the Christian life, but you’ll also be entertained by Todd’s witty humor. 

As Todd would say, it’s time to “Talk the Walk!”

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PS!  Please check out my personal blog for a brief summary of my evening November the 18th, 2007… You’ll enjoy the pictures, words, and video (of Todd-), I promise.img_0009.jpg

Rachel Marie is a sweet young lady who loves the Lord with all her heart. She is keenly interested in the study of biblical womanhood and authored a well-noted article, Just a Girl Through & Through. Along with her gift of writing, her hobbies also include photography, flowers, sewing and a host of other avenues she uses to vent her creativity. Her heart beat is missions with a particular love for China.

Contact:
lajiemarie@gmail.com
www.lajiemarie.blogspot.com  

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The problem of pain will have no ultimate solution until God recreates the earth. I am sustained by faith in that great hope. If I did not truly believe that God is a Physician and not a Sadist, and that he, in George MacDonald’s phrase, “feels in Himself the tortured presence of every nerve that lacks its repose,” I would abandon all attempts to plumb the mysteries of suffering.My anger about pain has melted mostly for one reason: I have come to know God. He has given me joy and love and happiness and goodness. They have come in unexpected flashes, in the midst of my confused, imperfect world, but they have been enough to convince me that my God is worthy of trust. Knowing him is worth all enduring.

Where does that leave me when I stand by a hospital bed the next time a close friend gets Hodgkin’s disease? After all, this search started at a bedside. It leaves me with faith in a Person, a faith so solid that no amount of suffering can erode it.

—Philip Yancey

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