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The White Flag of the Heart

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Maybe your past isn’t much to brag about. So do you rise above the past and make a difference? Or do you remain controlled by the past and make excuses? Many choose the latter. Lean closely and you will hear them say, If only… If only I’d been born somewhere else…  If only I’d been treated fairly…”

If only… The white flag of the heart. Maybe you have every right to use those words. For you to find an ancestor worth imitating, you’d have to flip way back in your family album. If that’s the case, let me show you were to turn. Put down the scrapbook and pick up your Bible. Go to John’s gospel and read Jesus’ words: “Human life comes from human parents, but spiritual life comes from the Spirit” (John 3:6). God is willing to give you what your family did not!

Read more When God Whispers Your Name

Greetings from Los Angeles

Aug. 19th, 2017 03:04 am
[personal profile] littlereview
Extreme quickie as we are paying Chickapig after a great day in L.A. starting with a tour of Paramount Studios, where we got to touch Star Trek props, see New York streets in L.A., walk through the Grace and Frankie and School of Rock sets, hear about parties in the parking lot that turns into a wave tank, and learn all about the history of RKO, Desilu, and the Paramount-CBS divorce.

We had lunch at Astro Burger, drove past the Hollywood sign into Griffith Park (though the observatory was too crowded to park and take photos), then went to visit the Foleys, with whom we hung out for a few hours and went out for deli at Weilers. We have to get up early to fly out -- Daniel to Seattle, the rest of us to D.C. -- so I promise more details on Paramount and photos tomorrow!

Paramount, Friends and Cats )
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His Hands Open For You

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Faith is trusting what the eye cannot see!  Eyes see storms. Faith sees Noah’s rainbow. Your eyes see your faults. Your faith sees your Savior. Your eyes see your guilt. Your faith sees His cleansing blood. Your eyes look in the mirror and see a sinner, a failure.  But by faith you look in the mirror and see a robed prodigal bearing the ring of grace on your finger, and the kiss of your Father on your face.

But wait a minute, someone asks. How do I know this is true?  “God’s power is very great for those who believe,” Paul wrote in Ephesians 1:19-20. “That power is the same as the great strength God used to raise Christ from the dead.” So, the next time you wonder if God can forgive you, read that verse again.  The power that raised Christ from the grave is the power that resurrects hope in our hearts.

Read more When God Whispers Your Name

Greetings from Woodland Hills

Aug. 18th, 2017 02:11 am
[personal profile] littlereview
We are back in the Los Angeles area, having left Pismo Beach after breakfast and a last walk on the beach. We drove down the 101 and through the mountains, seeing ponies in the latter and surfers in the former, until we were close enough to Point Dume to picnic and climb to see sea lions -- at least until I blew out my flip-flop and almost had a panic attack climbing down over sharp rocks and scalding sand. Even so, we saw lizards and prickly pears plus a seal swimming right offshore, and it remains one of my favorite places!

Then we drove to my cousin Felicia's home in Woodland Hills, where her husband and both sons were hanging by the pool and where her sister Allison was visiting with her own two sons. Adam and I went swimming, we all played with the dog, and eventually we went to dinner at Sol y Luna, where we met Uncle Mickey (Lesley and Garrett were en route to Arizona where the latter goes to college). We had excellent chips, salsa, enchiladas, tamales, and potato tacos (mine). Afterward we hung out with the relatives and it was great to see them all!

Point Dume and Woodland Hills )

black cat

Aug. 17th, 2017 09:01 am
[personal profile] missangelique999
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

-rainer maria rilke

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