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 &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I attended a church service for youth this evening. The speaker's topic was the parable of the prodigal son. It was brought to our attention that this is the only place in the Bible where God is pictured as running to us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few years ago, I visited a family that owned a pig. One pig.  He lived in a.... pig pen, of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being the curious animal lover that I am, I wanted to see the pig. As we made our way to the back yard and finally, to the pig's home, I experienced something vastly different and out of the ordinary. There was a smell (a stench) that was horrible (overwhelming) and the mud in the pen was extremely black (pitch black). Needless to say, I do not wish to ever visit a pig again while he is in captivity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The prodigal son had been spending his days feeding pigs. When he came to the realization that he needed to go home, I would assume that he was outwardly dirty, yet his heart was being cleansed and renewed as he came to his senses. Still, he must have been ragged and worn, steeped in the stench of pigs and suffering from his rebellious choices.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know who I thought of? Me.  Oh, I didn't ask for an early inheritance check or run away to a distant country. I hadn't been earning any wages while working on a farm. Instead, I tried to be good on my own, leave my home town to pursue my personal interests apart from God and somehow conquer every traumatic thing that had ever happened to me by proving myself and making it in the world.  The key words there are &lt;em&gt;apart from God.&lt;/em&gt; It was a futile adventure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will always remember the day I came to my senses and asked God for forgiveness. Where was He at that moment? Running to me.  Ready to accept me, filled with compassion. It didn't matter that I didn't have my life cleaned up yet. He accepted me, ragged and worn, steeped in the stench of independance and suffering from my own rebellious choices.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luke 15:20 says, "...but while he was still a long way off, his father saw him, and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him."  NIV&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/prodigal-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42878.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42878.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42878&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42867" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42867.html"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reflective. I suppose that's a good word to describe the state of my mind today. I've been thinking about the different seasons of my life so far and considering how God has continually taken care of me.  Although I was unaware of His protection and guidance during some crucial points in my life, I trust that He was there all along.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/remember-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:32 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42867.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42867.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42867&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, August 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42857" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42857.html"&gt;Sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For the past several days our state  has been experiencing the effects of a tropical storm.  Yesterday  was the most intense time for my community. Trees bending under the stress of high winds and pelting rain; flood waters rising.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Earlier today there was a break from the rain. I ventured out with my camera. While looking at insects on a bush, a bird began laughing. Well, that's what it sounded like to me. I couldn't recall ever hearing anything like it. As I walked under a tree and gazed up between the branches, I saw what looked like a blue jay. He continued his singing/laughing combination. As I stood there watching, he changed his song to a more familiar call, loud and clear. I heard no other birds. I looked around--I could see no other birds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After such turmoil in ALL the trees in our area, he still chose to sit in one and sing. Leaves that looked shredded have been collecting on the ground, torn into pieces by the hard wind and rain. Some of the branches that once held the birds are broken and fallen as well. Yet....he sings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later, I thought of the song,  "How Great Thou Art."  A line from the lyrics states, "Then sings my soul, my Savior, God, to Thee."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Throughout my life, I want to "sing" to God with all that I do, trusting Him---even in a storm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/singjoyfully-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42857.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42857.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42857&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, August 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42824" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42824.html"&gt;According to the Promise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.  There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.   Galatians 3:26-29&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/baptised-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:04 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42824.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42824.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42824&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, August 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42805" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42805.html"&gt;Take Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus' friend, Lazarus, was dead. When He came to the place where Lazarus' family was, some of the onlookers began to talk:  "Could not He who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?" (John 11:37)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The scripture continues.  "Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. "Take away the stone, " He said.  "But, Lord, " said Martha, the sister of the dead man, "by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days." (John 11:38,39)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus' instructions were clear. "Take away the stone."  He could have called for Lazarus to come to life again and push the stone away from the inside of the tomb. Certainly, He could have empowered Lazarus with the strength to do it. He was also  wrapped in grave cloths.  Jesus could have had all those strips of linen to supernaturally fall to the ground; yet He did neither of these.  Simply, His instructions were to those watching. Once the stone had been removed, Jesus prayed. Then, He commanded Lazarus to come out of the tomb, alive once more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Martha had been hesitant to uncover the source of her sorrow--&lt;em&gt;the dead body of her beloved brother.&lt;/em&gt; She questioned Jesus's instructions:  "But, Lord...."  Jesus was going straight to the area of need.  He was also involving those near to the situation to participate in the miraculous. Still, we see the hesitancy---&lt;em&gt;"But, Lord..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do we ever respond to God's work in our lives with questions of doubt? Do we respond to His instructions with, "But, Lord...." ? He knows what He is going to do and how He is going to do it.  Jesus replies to Martha in verse 40. "Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?"  This does not sound like condemnation of unbelief. Rather, it seems a clear reminder to trust wholeheartedly in the Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Has Jesus come to help you today? Is there a cover over your heart that needs to be obediently removed so that healing can take place?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus said, "Take away the stone."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/takeaway-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 03:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42805.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42805.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42805&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, August 18, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42782" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42782.html"&gt;Teach Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When our sons were small we had a story book that we read to them. It was about a young train engine who was going to school to learn how to handle responsibility. Someday, he would lead train cars behind him and travel at great speeds; but first, he had some lessons to understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most important instruction he received concerned his behavior. He was told that he must stay on the tracks.  This might not have seemed to hard a task to obey, but there was a problem. The tracks did not lead to all the places that the train wanted to go.  He saw fields with flowers blooming and other intriguing sights that were beyond the pathway of the rails laid out for him to follow. Forgetting his commitment to succeed, he left the tracks and strayed out of his boundaries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those who had been instructing him soon noticed signs of his behavior. It was apparent that the little engine was not obeying the rules. If he was ever to be the leader he was destined to be, an intervention would have to occur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those who cared about the future of the young locomotive set about to discourage his disobedient behavior and save him from future ruin. They each carried a red warning flag with them and journeyed out to the fields and meadows that tempted their friend to disobey.  They hid in all the places they thought he might wander to and they waited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sure enough, as the little engine roared along his journey the fields beckoned him away from what he knew was acceptable. Once again he made the decision to leave the track to explore forbidden territory, only to find that something had changed. Everywhere he looked, he saw a red warning flag. Suddenly, the places he was drawn to before had lost their appeal. The red warning flags reminded him of the proper path over and over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what finally happened to the young train? He decided to heed the instruction of his teachers and friends and stay on the path that was set before him. In later years, he became a very fast locomotive, carrying train cars responsibly to just the right destinations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever left the track in search of the fields of flowers?  Did anyone else notice the grass in your wheels? Did any of your friends take the time to warn you of the consequences of leaving the path that God had laid out for you? Were they faithful to hold up the red flag when YOU were jumping the rails?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/guideme.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42782.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42782.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42782&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, August 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42772" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42772.html"&gt;From the Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever seen those picture frames with the pre-cut mats for several photos? Some of them have a space for every school picture from kindergarten on up to graduation from high school. It's amazing to track how a child changes ever so slightly each year until finally they are all grown up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My parents went their separate ways when I was only a baby. I have no memories of living in a two-parent household. My father did visit me on occasion, but because he lived in another city, I'm sure it wasn't very convenient to do so. That being said, I really did not know him very well.  He died when I was 17.  It had been 5 years since I had last seen him. What was his favorite food? I have no idea. Did he like sports? I don't know.  What did he feel about God? What were his hopes? His dreams? I never knew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning as I was in church, something that was said began a thought process that has stayed with me. I began to think of Jesus. I may not have had a close relationship with my earthly father, but God has lovingly made up for that. Though I want to know Him more, I could already tell you a lot about Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In my mind this morning, I could just picture Him holding me when I was about 4 years old with short, curly hair, holding me up in the air above His lap.  The little girl that was me was smiling...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thoughts can sometimes be so enmeshed that it's hard to separate them into verbal explanation. Somehow, I felt as if I understood that I am at this moment in time still the little girl that Jesus could bounce on His knee. Of course, I am an adult to everyone I know and I have been for many years. But just like those age progressive photo mats that allow you to see backward into who a child has been previously, I think God looks at us supernaturally in a way that allows Him to view all of who we have been and who we will be.  Tender, innocent thoughts that originated in my toddler mind, inquisitive thoughts from my teen years, the contemplative and sometimes frightened thoughts of a young wife and mother---they've all been me and God knows me completely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who am I today? I may look like just an adult, but I am much more to God. I found comfort in sensing that Jesus is happy to hold me up in His outstretched arms, as though I were four years old, grinning from ear to ear.  I forgot to mention one more thing in describing this precious vision in my mind----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus was smiling, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/borncopy-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42772.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42772.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42772&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42749" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42749.html"&gt;Sing for Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was standing in my driveway, talking to my husband and son. It was almost dusk out, but the sunset had given a soft glow to certain objects in the front yard. Suddenly, I noticed movement; there in the yellow flowers hovered a moth--a very large moth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took a closer look to be sure that it wasn't a hummingbird. It's wings were beating at such a high rate of speed that it caused the area around the moth's body to become blurred.  It was finding beautiful yellow blooms and plunging it's head far into the flower.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have a tall "bush" of yellow Four o'clock plants in our yard. Although I have not researched it, I assume that they mostly bloom in the late afternoon, hence the name &lt;em&gt;Four o'clock.&lt;/em&gt; Not only do we see the blooms then, but it continues to blossom forth into the dark, night sky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, when we leave the house, we are struck with the aromatic scent that comes from these plants. As darkness surrounds them, they are arrayed in a delicate beauty, Ready for the transition from heat of day to coolness of night, they adorn our sidewalk yearly and have been in various snapshots of our home through the years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, why did God make flowers that bloom at night when everyone is supposed to be sleeping? Did He make them to nurture moths, since He knew that moths would not be awake during regularly scheduled daytime blooming? In other words, did He make the flower for the moth or the moth for the flower? I'm afraid the answer flows within a continuous circle of knowledge possessed by only God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At any rate, the moth and the plant are dependent on one another, as God desires. God's plans are infallable. His magnificent works tell of the order in which the earth's inhabitance must adhere to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/singforjoy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:01 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42749.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42749.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42749&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, August 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42729" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42729.html"&gt;Kind and Compassionate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the school where I teach, students will be returning in only days. As a part of the faculty, I and my other teacher friends had to begin this week. It's time to get things ready for another school year to start. Here we go again, just like last year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something else is happening now that was just like last year. I am witnessing extreme------kindness.  Kindness? Yes, and not only that, but compassion as well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Area churches have begun to minister to the students and instructors of our school by investing their time and resources. It is evident that these followers of Jesus are commited to showing His love to others through service and ministry toward their needs. They are giving of themselves, blending compassion with kindness--right now--today. Just like last year at this time, church members are seeking out ways to show the love of their Savior to the community in which they live. By modeling these characteristics, they are an encouragment and an example to everyone touched by their caring hearts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there someone you could show kindness to today? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bekind-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42729.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42729.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42729&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, August 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42704" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42704.html"&gt;Dominion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations will bow down before Him, for dominion belongs to the Lord and He rules over the nations.   Psalm 22:27-28&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/nations-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:55 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42704.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42704.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42704&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, August 12, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42683" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42683.html"&gt;All Your Need&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I memorized this verse in college:  "But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time after time God has supplied my need.  He continues to do so at this very moment.  Lately, I have praying about a specific need and reminding myself of this verse. God's riches will never run out. He has all that I need and that will be eternally true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/allyourneed-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42683.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42683.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42683&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, August 12, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42670" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42670.html"&gt;Be Separate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are idols? I think first about stone or rock figures. That may be a correct thought, but idols could be much more.  I have had times in my life when thinking about a certain problem was consuming. How? It consumed my time and kept me from enjoying the moment at hand. It consumed my energy and kept me from concentrating on better things. It gave me a weary heart and kept me from laughter. Could that problem have been an idol?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am coming to understand that I need to talk to God about everything. In so doing, I am no longer shouldering the concern by myself.  Actually, God was always there, but I have worried over things before as though He wasn't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;II Corinthians 6:16, 17a says, "What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: "I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people."&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;/sup&gt; "Therefore come out from them and be separate, says the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There really isn't any room in my heart for idols of worry or doubt. When these two take up residence, the discomfort increases. There is only room for God. When they begin crowding their way into my mind, peace can be elusive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No matter how normal it would seem to continue on in the same way, I should separate myself from these and other defeating foes. When faced with serious issues, I need to "come out" away from fear and uncertainty and turn my thoughts toward God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/separate-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42670.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42670.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42670&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, August 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42644" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42644.html"&gt;You are There&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spontaneous. That might be a nice way to put it. Given the right encouragment, I completely change gears and go into adventure mode. I have certain limits, mind you. Adventure to me might mean photographing an alligator in the wild or creeping up on a bird to get just the right close up shot. High altitude adventure? Well, that's just not for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few days ago, I was casually going about my own business within my own house when I heard it--the uniquely familiar buzzing  sound that I had experienced before.  I looked out my bedroom window to see the...uh...flying "go cart" that sometimes takes off from the farm behind our property. I quickly grabbed my camera an dashed through the living room and out the front door, (I suppose my family has grown accustomed to this type of behavior by now)  running out to our front sidewalk in time to catch a picture of the aforementioned go cart, complete with pilot, whizzing past me above our garage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm sure this mode of transportation has a REAL name. It looks, however, like someone strapped a large window fan to the back of a pedaled cart and attached some colorful ballooning nylon as a kite. On another day, much like this one, I watched it climb to such great height in the sky that it appeared to be a small, colorful speck. Funny....I didn't know window fans could get that high....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I adventurous? I thought so, but not compared to my unknown pilot friend. He wins.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder what it would be like, though. What does he think about up there? Does he mentally give God the glory for the vast earth below him and the clouds above him? If he had engine trouble, would he cry out to God for help?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The wonderful thing about the previous question is that he could call to God for help because God would there--no matter how far up he went. We can't out-travel God. Wherever we go, He's already there waiting. That should be a comforting thought to all of us.  The Bible tells us in Psalms 139:8 that God is with us. It reads, "If I go up to the heavens, You are there;"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am thankful that God's love is unfailing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His presence is constant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His power, complete.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter where you happen to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/heavens-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42644.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42644.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42644&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42630" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42630.html"&gt;At All Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was studying this morning about how God had planned to rescue the children of Israel from Egypt. From the time God spoke to Abraham about it until the their exodus to the wilderness about four hundred years elapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, four hundred years is quite a chunk of time---to us, but not to God. He knew all along about each event leading to that day. His timing is perfect. Our impatience is flawed. To get what we want before it’s proper time would probably not be what we wanted at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family likes cake. The warm smell of chocolate wafting through the house is a pleasant one. Generally, after the flour mix is blended with the eggs, oil and water, it takes about thirty-five minutes or so in the oven for the cake to bake. Not twenty-five, but thirty five. Certainly not fifteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if our youngest son entered the kitchen requesting the cake after the batter had only been in the oven for twenty-five minutes?  Looking into the baking window, it would most likely appear to be done. However, upon it’s removal to the stovetop, a gentle “tap” to the top surface might result in a sudden sinking toward the middle that confirms all suspicions of the gooey, pasty middle that lies beneath the thin, outer layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the cake is not returned for it’s proper preparation, only part of it will be acceptable for consumption. The other is likely to be thrown out and wasted. It may have been only ten minutes, yet it was an important length of time determining the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many moments have I wanted my “cake” in life before it was done? Confused, I couldn’t quite grasp why there needed to be more waiting involved. The trouble is, I just thought I knew what it should look like when it was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In all of the events of our lives, God is the only one who actually knows what is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is He who has set the timer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/atalltimes-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:39 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42630.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42630.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42630&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, August 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42610" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42610.html"&gt;Jacinth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband and I were taking a walk together yesterday. As we strolled past a home we noticed a beautiful plant blooming with brilliant colors.  My husband commented that it was a Bird of Paradise plant. I could not recall having ever seen one before. How distinctive it was!  I stood there, looking at it from different angles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Curious, I did some research about it's background. Named after a bird with similar shape and colorings, it is truly a striking plant to view. Each colorful petal is uniquely vivid. God has blessed us with color and the ability to distinguish it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I believe Heaven will be colorful, far beyond what our earthly eyes can accept. The various hues that we percieve now are only hints of the heavenly array of glorious colors we will see throughout eternity.  In the Revelation of John, we are given a description in earthly terms. Jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, carnelian, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth and amethyst are said to be there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although the bird from which the plant takes it's name was not likened to paradise for it's coloring, they both serve as reminders of the beauty God has allowed us to enjoy in this life and in the one to come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/paradise-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 02:53 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42610.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42610.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42610&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, August 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42601" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42601.html"&gt;My Very Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Encouragement. It is so important. God uses people to encourage each of us during our lives. I have a friend who is constantly encouraging me. She does the same for others, as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My friend has a son who is entering his first year at college far away. (&lt;em&gt;FAR away...)  &lt;/em&gt;Did she hope as he was a toddler that he would attend college someday? Surely, she did. As she invested what she knew into his growing mind, did she one day picture his graduation from school and into adulthood? I think she did.  So, is this an easy time for a parent to let go?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we are permanent citizens of Heaven someday, it won't matter how far away someone's mansion is. We will have eternity to find another believer and talk with them. Distance won't matter anymore. But, for now, the miles do add up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As stewards of our children, it is difficult to watch their ascent into life from the bleachers. Cheer, we must---yet it IS their game and it is not ours to play. We love them, nurture them and train them in the faith; then, it's as if we send them out on the field to continue with all they've learned, commiting them to God once again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/veryheart-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 02:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42601.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42601.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42601&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, August 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42586" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42586.html"&gt;Higher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was just walking along by myself.  I was in an open air foyer on the second story of a building. The building was right beside a football stadium. As I passed a stairway leading up to the next level, the sun's rays were penetrating the opening in the brick wall and streaming down. As I glanced upward to the top of the steps, I saw him. A very large bird was perched on top of the flood lights used to illuminate the playing field. Quietly, so as not to disturb the stately creature, I walked up the stairs. Not quite on his level, I began to photograph him. He posed silently. Soon, I went on my way, leaving him to peruse the empty stadium in solitude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have accomplished much in our gathering of information and skill through the ages. Of course, it is God who has given us both.  I stood in a building made by human hands. I gazed at a towering pole that emits extrememe light when in use, also fashioned by men.  There before me sat a bird, who had risen with wings fashioned by God to this enormous height, probably within seconds of his departure from the ground.  Behind him, in a brilliant backdrop, the blinding light gave testimony to it's Maker. We can bring light to a stadium; He can illuminate the universe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life's lessons can sometimes come without notice. A casual glance up a stairwell, a bird sitting quiet and still.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You, God, for allowing me to be there at just that moment in time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Myways-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:27 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42586.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42586.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42586&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, August 05, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42566" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42566.html"&gt;Among Thorns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"A farmer went out to sow his seed.  As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up.  Some fell on rock, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture.  Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants.  Stilll other seed fell on good soil.  It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown."  Luke 8:5-8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/thorns-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:26 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42566.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42566.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42566&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, August 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42563" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42563.html"&gt;A Farmer Went Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay.  What do you think the odds would be that....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, you're thinking about going back to college and getting a degree. Let's say you live in New York. You don't have a clue where you ought to consider enrolling. At lunch, a friend at the office sits down beside you. As you explain your recent thoughts on universities, they tell you that you should consider UCLA.  Hmmm. California? Tucked back in your mind, you finish your hours at work. On arrival at home, you check the mail. Water bill, phone bill, and a letter from....UCLA advertising their new degree program. (!)  Months pass and you dismiss the whole going back to school thing as you stay in your routine of just getting by.  On a breezy, sunny afternoon, your mind drifts to getting that degree again. You wonder what could possibly be at UCLA. After dinner, you and your spouse accept an invitation to a new neighbor's house for coffee and dessert. Their grandson is home on break. As you step through the door, introductions begin. They are so proud of their grandson; he's made the dean's list----&lt;em&gt;at UCLA. &lt;/em&gt;The next day at work, your production team is scheduled to attend a seminar at a hotel conference room downtown. Easing into your seat, the guest speaker begins. "Thank you for inviting me today to discuss our new statistics proposal.  I must say that if it hadn't been for our recent studies at UCLA, we wouldn't even be here."  At this point, you faint....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, what are the odds of this scenario happening? I'm not a mathematician, but I would estimate that the odds would be about one chance in several million. I'm not thinking of going back to school, but the odds mentioned above would probably apply to what IS happening to me. I know it's not chance---God is speaking to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last summer, I was gripped with concern over a matter. It was consuming a lot of thought. One day, someone I had not met before sat down beside me at a university swimming pool I was visiting. I had been sitting there, contemplating what God might show me about this concern. As we talked, this man directed me to the parable of the sower and the seed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That evening, I attended a worship service.  As the speaker began his message, he asked us to turn to Luke, chapter eight--the parable of the sower and the seed.  Though thinking intently over what was taking place, I stopped seriously considering the implications of my conern as the months passed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last Friday, I was writing in a work text book of a class I am taking. I was instructed to write the answer to a question. Interestingly, the question brought to mind the same subject I had been wrestling with before. I wrote my thoughts on the paper and put it away. That night, I attended the first of a two session service in a nearby town. After the music was over, the speaker began. It would appear that the subject of the evening was going to be---the parable of the sower and the seed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next morning--Saturday-- the study of the parable continued at the next session. At this point, I am really listening.  With quite an array of thoughts having been on my mind, I awaken on Sunday morning. I attended a church service at another town, north of where I live. As the pastor spoke, he had a Power Point display of scripture that he projected as his sermon unfolded. Would anyone care to suppose that he talked about the.....no, surely not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surely, yes. The parable of the sower and the seed. Although part of a larger theme that morning, there it was again. Just like UCLA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am seriously considering what this parable has to say, what I can learn from it and what God is wanting me to understand. The odds are too great to be explained away. I have a lesson to learn. It's there, somewhere. Will I learn it tomorrow? Will I grasp it fully by next week? Next year?  I don't know. I will, however, keep listening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/farmer-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:43 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42563.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42563.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42563&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, August 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42547" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42547.html"&gt;Thoroughly Equipped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This really does happen a lot around here. All of a sudden, our dog will begin to paw relentlessly at &lt;em&gt;something---&lt;/em&gt;but we don't know what she wants. She, on the other hand, knows EXACTLY what she's after.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It can be in any place in our house. Most recently, she had both front paws on top of our glass topped dining room table. The surface appeared to be empty, except for a candle dish in the center.  Thinking a familiar thought like, "What is she DOING??" I walked closer to investigate. There it was, not yet in reach----a Cheerio. One single Cheerio. She knew it was there and she had to have it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If there was one Cheerio located on a surface suspended two feet above my head and hidden from view---would I notice? Would I even care? If my sense of smell were that of the common canine and I was hungry, I guess I might.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later, I began to think about what our dog had done. In applying it to myself, I thought about seeking out the word of God. Would I sense its importance upon entering a situation? Would I search for it? Would I put forth focused effort to grasp its message in my hand?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I were hungry for it, I guess I might.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord, please give me a hunger for Your word.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/equipped-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-4560074677884426108?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4560074677884426108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=4560074677884426108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4560074677884426108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4560074677884426108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-ran-i-attended-church-service-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-5098920597458818375</id><published>2008-10-04T19:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:54:28.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43413" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html"&gt;This is the Generation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I spent some time studying about the book of Luke in the New Testament. Odd as it may seem, I felt differently about it. I was using the study Bible that I've had for probably 13 years. How many times have I turned to Luke during that time? What was different today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found myself reading the study materials within the Bible about the history behind the writing, as well as an outline of it.  The words from chapter 19, verse 10, seemed to reverberate in my mind:.."to seek and to save that which was lost."  Of course, it is Jesus who has come to seek.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to seek to know Him more. I didn't choose the timing of my birth; He allowed me to be alive today, in this time. As my faith is deepening, I want to be a part of a generation that seeks Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/yellowtreecopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:34 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43413&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, October 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43408" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html"&gt;From the Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had heard the song before. Somehow, as I was driving along listening to it once more on the radio, the words just seemed to sink in:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giver of every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Author of all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every perfect thing&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;Maker of Heaven and of Earth&lt;br /&gt;No one can comprehend Your worth&lt;br /&gt;King over all the universe&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am alive because I'm alive in You&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's all because the blood of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;That covers me and raised this dead man's life&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tears came to my eyes as I was reminded of this truth. Because of Jesus, I may live again after death. Because of Jesus, I may live an abundant life in Him---it's all because of Jesus I'm alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lyrics by Steve Fee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/quickly-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:49 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43408&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, October 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43389" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html"&gt;The Path&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Identify the proper path and stay on it. That's a pretty straighforward statement. It sounds like a good rule to follow whether you're on a Boy Scout hiking trip or a military mission overseas. Who would actually &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be on the wrong one? The wisdom is this: be well informed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we lack the information needed to make an intelligent choice, the result could be devastating. If we have a clear understanding about where we are headed and how to get there, we are likely to arrive at our appointed destination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about our spiritual path in life? We must identify the paths (the day to day choices) of those who are not following God's leading and commit ourselves to another direction, far from the lure of selfish independance and temptation. We must identify the proper direction every time we are faced with a choice. We are warned about the negative path in the fourteenth chapter of Proverbs. We are told not to set foot on it or walk on it.  We are to avoid it and not travel on it. We are advised to turn from it. That's very clear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you identify the paths taken by those who have trusted God with their lives? When you do, commit to one endeavor---&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;staying on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ThePath-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:00 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43389&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, October 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43379" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html"&gt;Such Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening, I was privileged to hear a man speak to a group about how God had worked in his life. He told the story of his journey from disbelief in God all the way to where he is today in close fellowship with Him. It was one of those times when I felt such joy over and over again as I listened to the account of the faithfulness of God in the redemption of yet another one of his children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something this man spoke about was very significant to me. He explained that the more you are walking in close fellowship with God, the less that Satan knows you. Read that last statement again. It's not a concept I could recall ever pondering before. He had relayed to us that because of his mindset before he became a Christian, Satan knew him really well and knew how to "get to him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like to mentally picture myself walking closer and closer to God, all the while becoming "fuzzy" and out of focus to the enemy and his wiles.  I hope to spend more of my time meditating on God's presence in my life, thinking on what is praiseworthy and seeking His direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/suchthings-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43379&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43364" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html"&gt;Who Counsels Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Counselor. What do you think of when you hear that word spoken? Do your picture a high school employee who was hired to help you plan your academic schedule? Do you think of someone with a college degree, specializing in restoring marriages? Perhaps you think of a doctor who ministers to people who are depressed or troubled.  A good friend that seems to always give you sound advice; maybe that's who you think of when you hear the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are certainly identified as counselors---but what about God? Is He your counselor? Your guide?  He wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God allows us the freedom to choose whether or not we listen to His counsel or seek it out.  Bibles are in stores everywhere, but do we buy them?  Churches are built in almost every community, but do we attend the services held there? God is listening to our every word, yet do we ask Him for instruction when choices are before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our sovereign counselor. His truth is the only truth. His wisdom, the only true wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What help do you need from a counselor today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/counsels-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43364&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43350" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html"&gt;Shout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know God hears me every time I pray. Often, I pray silently and the communication is between my mind and God. Lately, I have been pondering the importance of praying out loud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we pray silently, only God hears. When we voice our prayers audibly, the enemy and all his forces hear our proclamation of faith. We openly give witness to our belief in God and His great power.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 66:1 says, "Shout with joy to God, all the earth!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/shoutcopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43350&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43338" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html"&gt;Sincere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love must be sincere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hate what is evil;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cling to what is good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honor one another above yourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Romans 12:9,10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sincere-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43338&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43330" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html"&gt;You Make Me Glad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was a child, I enjoyed watching a particular television game show. Contestants would participate in various types of activities throughout each program.  As an added plus from the generosity of those producing the game show, they  would occasionally pay for someone in the military to return home for a visit with their family. This became part of the show, as they would surprise the non-duty spouse with an on-the-air reunion. Often, the deployed spouse would be secretly placed in one of the games so at just the right moment, their wife would recognize them and be completely thrilled and overwhelmed. The audience and television viewers would have been informed of  the special event beforehand. It was so exciting to know at any minute the couple would be reunited.  It brought JOY to everyone to witness such a good deed. That was many years ago, and I still remember it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder if this is similar to one of the ways God blesses us at times. When we are yearning for something--to be restored to a loved one, to be healed of a sickness, to be married, to have a child, to see someone accept God's gift of salvation---He may be planning to give us the desire of our heart.  His timing is perfect. Is there excitement in Heaven as the moment of surprise grows near? Does the joy in Heaven connect with the joy we experience when God lovingly gives us a "surprise?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somehow, I think it does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/deeds-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:27 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43330&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43325" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html"&gt;He Who Walks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through the years, people have come to me hoping they could take piano lessons. I have taught more students than I can remember. I have spent so much time in my life helping students to learn to play the piano. What's more, they PAY money for the privilege of spending time with me. Somehow, if we're together long enough, it seems likely that any ability I have in piano playing would eventually begin to trickle over to them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one questions this type of logic. If you want to learn to play the piano, of course your would find a piano teacher. If you want to learn to decorate cakes, you join a cake decorating class. If you want to be a diesel mechanic, you attend a diesel mechanics school. If you want to be wise, you....well, you.....hmmm. That's a little tougher to think about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can all ask God for wisdom. That's the best thing to start with. Secondly, if we spend a significant amount of time around those who consistently model wise choices, we are bound to learn from that experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Proverbs 13:20a says, "He who walks with the wise grows wise..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why not ask God to bring friends into your life who possess the wisdom that you seek? Once they're with you, learn from their actions---their everyday choices. You just might find yourself growing, right alongside them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/walks-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:38 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43325&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43314" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html"&gt;A New Command&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When do we love? When it's easy? When it's convenient? When it doesn't require too much commitment? I'd have to say "yes" to that, if I were talking about me. Who wouldn't love when it was easy to love? When it was convenient?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The difficult part comes next. Do we love when it's hard? When it's inconvenient? When it requires the greatest commitment we've ever given? Many people love this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it hard to love when a person is unlovely? I will certainly never forget a time several years ago when I was suddenly quite ill.  After struggling through a night in pain, my husband and son helped me into our van. Moments later, I was in the care of total strangers in a hospital I had never visited. The first diagnosis was appendicitis. I was vomiting and in great pain. Lovely? Not a chance. God showed me many things throughout that hospital stay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One very important lesson was given through Fred. Fred? Yes. A complete stranger to me who had gone to work that day prepared to give his very best to whatever needy person came through the door of the emergency room. i remember his name, because even through my trauma, I could see his identification tag as he and others ministered to my needs as they endured my symptoms with me. The lesson? They cared for me as if I were a member of their family; gently picking me up, comforting me, cleaning me--doing what I could not do for myself. Is this how I should love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it convenient for a mother to sit up all night and rock a crying baby back and forth? Is is convenient to take the time to write a note of encouragment to a friend who is grieving? What about the grandfather that never misses his granddaughter's recitals or his grandson's ballgames? Convenient? No way. Does it require commitment?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In John 13:34 Jesus says, " A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/loveoneanother-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43314&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 24, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43295" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html"&gt;Finds Them Watching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The crowd is cheering. You want to do your best. It's the big game and you have your instructions from the coach. Football isn't easy, but you're commited to the challenge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The players are in position. The action starts and you do just exactly what the coach wanted you to do. There's one problem---the people in the stands aren't understanding your instructions and to them, you've just made a big mistake.  Boos and hisses stream out from the bleachers over the playing field as the discouragement begins to set in. The coach knows what he's doing and so do you--but the crowd hasn't figured it out yet. Taking a quick glance behind your shoulder, you see him on the sidelines, a clipboard in one hand and a "thumbs up" on the other directed right at you.  With added strength, you refocus on the task at hand. You know you must trust your mentor and guide, especially now, when the going is rough. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In reality, you may not play football, but I'll bet this has happened to you. God has given you direction in life. You've prepared---you've endured the practices and the exercises.  You've grown, you've learned. Just as you're on the field, ready for action, the crowd becomes unloving, discouraging and distracting. They just don't understand your orders--or your commitment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is there to do? If we look over our shoulder, we may find that God is nearby, giving us the signal of approval. Do we follow the whims of the crowd or do we obey the instructions of our Savior? When we look to see what God thinks about our performance on the "field," His is the only opinion that matters. He knows just how the game is going to be won and what part we are to play. We must trust our Mentor and Guide, especially then, when the going is rough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/servants-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43295&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43283" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html"&gt;Rejoices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. I Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was I patient today? Was I kind? Did I envy? Did I boast? Was I proud or rude?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was I self-seeking or easily angered?  Did I keep a record of wrongs?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I delight in evil or did I rejoice with the truth?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I protect?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I trust?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I hope?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I persevere?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/lovedoesnot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43283&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43260" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html"&gt;The Years the Locusts Have Eaten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps you've known someone like this---as they look back on their life, it is filled with regrets.  They may have come to understand the saving grace of Jesus later in life, and finding such new peace and wholeness, they mourn for the time they wasted in the past. Life events that should have grown into healthy crops of fufillment may have been devoured by the deceitfulness of sin. There may be great emotional pain in looking back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I once heard a pastor on a radio program several years ago say that, "God is a God of second chances." Starting your life over --relinquishing control to God--is the most important decision that can be made. In His great power, though we may not understand it, He can restore what has been broken; He can create the new to replace the old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel 2:25a says, "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten..."  Could God fashion a whole and abundant future emerging from the mistakes of the past? Bundle up the memories of what the "locusts" have ruined in your life and ask Him to reclaim the years that cause you great pain. God is a God of second chances----and compassion for a regretful heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/locusts-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43260&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43253" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html"&gt;How Can They Preach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe this has happened to you before. After selecting a restaurant to dine in, you walk past an entry area and someone seats you at your table. As you peruse the menu, you mentally compare the cost of each meal with the amount of cash you know is in your pocket.  After you  have made your final selection, the menu is whisked away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After having finished your meal, you step to the register to pay. As you do, you notice a small chalk board near the counter. It reads, "Today's Special."  You find that for less money than you paid, you could have had a lot more food. In fact, the small entree that you ordered doesn't even compare to the amount you would've had if you had only chosen the special meal of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Why didn't someone tell me about this deal?" you ask.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The advertisement was in plain view, sir," comes the reply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If only you had known about the better food, you would have selected it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know someone that just seems to be wrecking their life? One poor decision after another. Why would they continue to live that way?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a theory; people everywhere are just trying to do the best with their life situation. Perhaps from fear of rejection or low self-esteem, they consistently choose what is far less than best for themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"How could they keep doing this?" you ask yourself. The answer lies in the restaurant. People from every race and color are trying to do the very best they can with what they think is available. Would you really order the Shrimp Sampler for $5.99 instead of the Pork Roast Supreme dinner, complete with two side orders and unlimited bread sticks if you knew that both meals were the same price?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That person you're acquainted with--you know, the one that drinks herself sick on the weekends--she's just like you. The difference is, she's doing the best she can with what she knows. She simply didn't notice the wall board at the entrance to the restaurant. She chose the only option she thought she had available. What would she have changed if she knew she had the choice to be forgiven and made new through Jesus Christ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about that boss of yours? Would he be the way he is, day in and day out, if he understood that he had the authority to call out to God? He might just act differently if he realized his impact on friends, neighbors, and coworkers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Romans 10:14 says, "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next time you witness someone about to make a foolish decision in their lives, you might want to direct their attention to the chalkboard at the front.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who wouldn't choose the very best for themselves if they really understood that it was a REAL choice?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Stop a few customers along the way and ask them this question:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Excuse me, but would you care to hear about &lt;em&gt;Today's Special&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/crossgoodnews-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43253&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43240" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html"&gt;The Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like to know the answers. I want to be well informed. I want to judge for myself if things are truly in order as they should be. If a doctor told me I was going to be "fine," I would want to know just exactly how fine that was going to be and in what ways I would be fine. If I can't see the facts for myself, all I really have is someone else's opinion. Is that really good enough?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In most instances, I can choose to be as knowledgeable about something as I want to. But what about those times when I can't?  What about all the many things I must trust God about through faith?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I have a concern, I should pray; I may not see the answer right away. I may not be well informed of just how God might work in a matter. His ways are higher than mine. I must trust that things are in the order that He is allowing. If God tells me that things are going to be fine, through faith, I must believe that they are without asking just exactly how fine will God allow things to be. He wants me to trust His judgment as to what is best.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That should be easy, but my human nature brings the element of concern back into my focus over and over, distracting my thoughts from those of peace and trust to thoughts of worry and doubt. I must choose again and again to realign my thinking to trust in God in all aspects of my life, whether I understand them, or not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By faith, it is God's opinion and assessment of my circumstances that matters the most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/peace-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43240&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, September 19, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43218" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html"&gt;A Sincere Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hebrews 10:19-23&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sincere-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43218&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43201" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html"&gt;The Word of Our God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Comfort, comfort my people,&lt;br /&gt;       says your God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;       and proclaim to her&lt;br /&gt;       that her hard service has been completed,&lt;br /&gt;       that her sin has been paid for,&lt;br /&gt;       that she has received from the LORD's hand&lt;br /&gt;       double for all her sins.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  A voice of one calling:&lt;br /&gt;       "In the desert prepare&lt;br /&gt;       the way for the LORD ;&lt;br /&gt;       make straight in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;       a highway for our God. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Every valley shall be raised up,&lt;br /&gt;       every mountain and hill made low;&lt;br /&gt;       the rough ground shall become level,&lt;br /&gt;       the rugged places a plain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  And the glory of the LORD will be revealed,&lt;br /&gt;       and all mankind together will see it.&lt;br /&gt;       For the mouth of the LORD has spoken."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  A voice says, "Cry out."&lt;br /&gt;       And I said, "What shall I cry?"&lt;br /&gt;       "All men are like grass,&lt;br /&gt;       and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;       because the breath of the LORD blows on them.&lt;br /&gt;       Surely the people are grass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;       but the word of our God stands forever."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isaiah 40:1-8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/forever-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43201&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43186" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html"&gt;With Their Father&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My family enjoys watching episodes from the old Star Trek television series in the 1960's. In one particular story, a military pilot from the 20th century had traveled in time and was aboard the Enterprise. In considering whether or not they should try to send him back in time or allow him to stay in the technologically advanced future, research had to be done. This man could not be allowed to stay on the star ship and miss the rest of his life on earth if he was destined to do something important. If he weren't there to do it, all of time would be affected. The question had to be answered---were there any records of outstanding accomplishments by this officer? By all that could be found, this young  man never made any worthy contribution to society that would warrant the need to send him back. But wait....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon further investigation, it was found that this man's &lt;em&gt;son&lt;/em&gt; was the first man to fly a spacecraft mission to Mars. When the pilot was told of his son's accomplishment, he replied that he had no son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was made to understand that he would have to go back in time, for in his future, he would be the father of the first man to visit Mars---a very worthy contribution to society.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about us? What if our greatest accomplishment in life is simply to usher our children toward their God-given destiny?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the fourth chapter of the Book of Matthew we read that Jesus saw two brothers, James and John, in a boat with their father, Zebedee, preparing their nets. We read very little about the life of Zebedee. Did he make any important contributions? He'd likely spent half of his own life nurturing two boys who were to walk the earth with the Son of God. Had he taught them reverence before that day? Had he taught them of God's power? I believe he had.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; We make the greatest investment into the hearts of our children as we teach them of God and His great love for us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A fisherman taught &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;sons many things----what am I teaching mine?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/zebedee-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:04 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43186&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 15, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43173" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html"&gt;The Lord is Near&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight was an important one for me. This past spring I had decided to participate in a Bible study in the summer and early fall that would run about 12 weeks. Tonight was the last gathering for the study.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Months ago, I had been hopeful; expectant for what I might learn during the upcoming months. I could not possibly have known the depth of calling, the comfort, or the very presence of God that was to become my experience through this concerted time of seeking and believing. Many lives were touched through the faithfulness of those who tirelessly prepared for each week's lesson to be presented and the obedience and annointing of the one who authored the materials. With His great power, God revealed many things to a wide variety of hearts, all gathered in His Name to understand Him more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Philippians 4:5b says, "The Lord is near."   If I could only grasp that fact more fully! He is near to us, night and day, never leaving us alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His great love is magnificent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/near-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:06 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43173&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43155" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html"&gt;Keep Me Safe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing I ask of the LORD,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is what I seek:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that I may dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and to seek Him in His temple.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For in the day of trouble&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will keep me safe in His dwelling;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and set me high upon a rock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 27:4,5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/trouble-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43155&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43133" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html"&gt;The Birds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a peaceful time to be taking a walk around the lake. Blooming flowers along the path added brilliant colors to the variety of plant life that thrived there.  As I walked, I came upon a very tall post with a bird house poised on top. No trees were near it; it was placed very near the water's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a house for Purple Martins. In doing some research on this specific bird, I found some very interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, Native Americans used to create habitats for Purple Martins by hanging gourds up for them to nest in. As time has passed to the present day, Purple Martins living east of the Rocky Mountains rely solely upon man-made dwellings to protect them. They are totally dependent on these dwellings. A quote from an article I was reading states, "Since the fate of these beautiful birds is now in our hands, it is extremely important that we provide adequate housing in which they can raise their young..."  It went on to explain that once a dwelling was provided, it had to be reinforced with safeguards against other predator birds who would seek to steal their food or overtake their nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never compared my life or any one else's to that of a Purple Martin--that is, until now. As each day unfolds, I know that I need to stay close to God. My everyday dwelling needs to be firmly planted by His life giving waters. There, I may receive continual nurturing derived from reading His Word and interaction with other Christians who are part of a nearby church family. The friends that surround me in this dwelling are there to encourage me through each of life's challenges and victories. In turn, I am there to encourage them. But what about the people who do not yet know of God's love and provision for their lives? Each year brings a more futile outlook as they search for a safe dwelling place among the predators of this world who seek their demise. Will they find a safe haven if we do not provide it? Jesus told His disciples, "Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation." (from Matthew 16:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my earlier quote from the Purple Martin article were changed to read this way: "Since the fate of those who do not know Christ is now in our hands, it is extrememly important that we provide adequate understanding of what God has done for them through the sacrifice of His Son on the cross; we should further provide continual nuturing of those who come to believe in Him by encouraging them in their daily walk of faith and offering a loving spiritual environment in which to raise their children to follow Him as well." I could go on to say that once this "dwelling" is provided, its existance must be reinforced with safeguards against Satan's predators who would seek to steal their spiritual "food" and overtake their new found spiritual nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the "fate" of all those who do not know Jesus as their Savior is not really in our hands. We cannot save another from an existance without God for eternity. Jesus provided the payment and the way of forgiveness.  He has instructed us, however, to "preach the good news to all creation." As we tell of what He has done, we begin to build the house. As we continue to show love and concern, we fortify the dwelling. As we urge others toward God's provision, we invite them to take up residence in His unfailing love and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a well known saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/nest-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:14 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43133&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43128" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html"&gt;Those Who Shrink Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was quite a football game. For a long, long time neither team scored. Strength was met with strength, skill was matched with skill.  One thing was certain: the timid do not find their place on a football team. It would appear that there was no shrinking back from the mission at hand--winning the competition and emerging the victor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So who am I? I've never been on a football team.  Do I have a mission? Is it to win, to become the victor? Not exactly. You see, my competition has already been won. Jesus was the victor over sin and death.  It was not my own strength that brought me salvation. It was His gift to me, freely given. I had only to recognize my need, ask forgiveness and believe. I couldn't shrink back from deliverance and still accept the love that Jesus showed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hebrews 10:39 says, "But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/shrink-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43128&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43111" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="lexTitleHb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;שמח&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does this look familiar to you? Probably not. However, it is very important. It is the Hebrew word &lt;em&gt;samach, &lt;/em&gt;which means "rejoice, be glad."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No matter what may happen at any point in the day, we can trust that God's love is worth rejoicing about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/rejoice-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43111&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 10, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43093" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html"&gt;Find the Knowledge of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They're just about my favorite type of bird.  Sand cranes.  Is it the fact that they are almost as tall as I am? Maybe it's the red area on the tops of their heads or the wonderful call they make when they are flying away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's also something else they do; they take their time, slowly walking and looking on the ground for food. They never seem to be in a hurry then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a long time I have been wanting to be more effective in a certain area of my life. I have read books to gain insight. I've listened to speakers on the subject. Still, as much as I've searched, many times I have failed to find just exactly what I seemed to be looking for.  One of the problems has been that I've not been quite sure of what I was seeking.  An answer could look like, well, most anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening I attended a meeting. There were only five of us in atttendance. I wasn't expecting to walk away with major insight, however, I think that I did. It was as though I had been a sand crane searching for food and suddenly, without anticipation, finding just the sustenance I needed right there on the grass. I thought about how God had intended for me to at that meeting, just so I could apply this new found wisdom to my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You, Lord, for leading me into a path of greater understanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/knowledge-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43093&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43071" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html"&gt;Devote Yourselves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a special day for both me and my youngest son. Let me tell you why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago, we were visiting a friend of mine. Perhaps a little bored with the conversation, my son asked if he could take my camera and go outside. Many of his photos that day were impressive. After viewing them, he asked me if I would use one on Picture My Thoughts. This is the one I chose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking at the photo of the two crimson chairs in my friend's yard, my son and I talked about a suggestion that I had heard some time ago-- when praying, think of Jesus as just sitting right beside you. His picture of a peaceful summer afternoon in a calm and shady lawn made me think of that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Colossians 4:2 says, "Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." What do you think of when you hear the word &lt;em&gt;devote?&lt;/em&gt; I thought of using it in a secular setting: "&lt;em&gt;The well known professor had devoted his life to archaeology."&lt;/em&gt;  If you read that sentence somewhere, you'd know exactly what it meant. My personal definition would be that someone had filled his life with:  the study--the constant involvement with---being interested in---&lt;em&gt;archaeology.&lt;/em&gt;  When I think of devote in that context in the scripture, it would seem that we should be constantly involved with-- and interested in-- prayer, communicating with God.   As we are, we should be watchful and thankful.  Does this describe my life? Hmmmm. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can I blame the "no" times on distraction? Forgetfulness? Unbelief? Fear? Confusion? Are any of these real reasons &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to pray? I know I am growing closer in fellowship with God. As I begin to recognize these stumbling blocks along the way,  I will have further opportunities to make a better choice. I can begin again, and perhaps at that time, I may think of Jesus.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as sitting right beside me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/devote-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:14 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43071&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43045" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html"&gt;Beyond Tracing Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was late in the day. The sun was setting and the sky was transforming into a myriad of glorious scenes, one after the other. My son and I were outside playing ball. I kept stopping the game to look at the vivid colors unfolding before us. The deepest tourquoise--the peachiest peach. I would be so engaged in one mix of colors and shapes, only to find more beauty in the ones that overtook them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So much of life is an invitation to see God and ponder on who He is. Each star says, "I have a Maker," and each budding leaf whispers, "Through the majesty of His power, I am unfolding."  As the night begins its gradient approach over the earth, the awesome force of His control over all that is speaks a language that cannot go unheard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/paths-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:55 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html#comments"&gt;5 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43045&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43037" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html"&gt;Rejoicing Comes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You turned my wailing into dancing;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that my heart may sing to You and not be silent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O LORD my God, I will give You thanks forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 30:11,12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/weepingcopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:28 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43037&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43029" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html"&gt;With All Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll admit I was in a hurry. Often, getting ready in the mornings for work is a rush-rush kind of thing. There are clothes to be ironed for the family, dogs to be walked, lunch money acquired and keys to be found.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On this particular morning, I was hoping to put some curl into my newly dried hair. I have a hot air curling wand that often does just what I want. With my head bent down, I placed the wand into my hair and turned on the switch. What? It's not working? Oh....it would help if I would plug in the electrical cord first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I expected, rather unfairly I might add, for my curling wand to work. It looked like it always had. It felt the same in my hand. The trouble being, of course, that it wasn't made to function without it's power source.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about me? What power do I have, really? All that I have comes from God. Any strength, any courage--it's from Him. Do I sometimes become disconnected? I'm afraid so. Oh, I may look the same, but if I'm not connected to God, receiving His strength to handle the challenges I'm faced with, then I become powerless to function outside of doubt, worry and ineffectiveness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I find myself in a spiritual hurry--I fail to notice that I am not "plugged in" and I try to face things on my own. The problem being, or course, is that I wasn't made to function without my power source; and that would be....God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/power-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:29 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43029&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43019" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html"&gt;Surely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He resotres my soul.  He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.  Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.  Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.  Psalm 23&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/surely-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:36 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43019&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43004" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html"&gt;The Flood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's rained so much in recent weeks in the central part of the state where I live. Today, I heard that a major road was closed because of flooding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It doesn't seem to take long; in a matter of hours a flood can occur. Should we worry about that possibility? I know God wants us to trust Him in every situation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's a new song out that I've heard many times on the radio. The lyrics to the refrain are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Even when the rain falls, even when the flood starts rising, even when the storm comes, I am washed by the water."  I think the writer's intended message was, even when troubles come, we are secure in God's forgiving love for us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is in control. Even when the rain falls....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/flood-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:34 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43004&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42992" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html"&gt;The Image of the Invisable God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus knows just how I feel. He knows what I'm concerned about, He knows my joys and He knows my heartaches. As I was praying about something so very important to me, these words came suddenly to my mind:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Trust Me."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those two words are precious to me now as I refer to them often. I don't know how this matter will resolve, but I feel that I must trust Jesus in it. Why should I trust Him?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Colossians 1:15-20 says, "He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.  For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;  all things were created by Him and for Him.  He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. And He is the head of the body, the church; He is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything He might have the supremacy. For God was pleased to have all His fullness dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through His blood, shed on the cross."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/theimage-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:33 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42992&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42978" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html"&gt;There Is No One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband had moved most of our potted plants and baskets from our fountain area up to our front porch to shield them from the last tropical storm. Several of the plants were placed under a bench that sits right by the door. Even though another storm is poised to visit in a few days, I decided to move all the plants back out to the yard today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I picked up a plantless basket, something caught my eye. The basket seemed to be alive with several hopping baby toads--each the size of a dime or less, with rusty orange skin. After notifying our young son of my latest find, I got my camera out...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This little clan of newly footed toads had been living in the basket, complete with a few dead leaves convenient for camouflage purposes. I'm not sure if my tiny friend got into the state he was in while he was in the basket or after he was free on the ground, but he was picking up quite a bit of dirt and sand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In one of the books of C.S. Lewis' &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia,&lt;/em&gt; a human character is overtaken by sin and turned into a dragon. The dragon has scales all over his body. Sad and broken, the creature tries to scrape the scales away, but he cannot. The point is made that one can never remove their own sin. Only God can forgive us and cast our sin away.  The image of sin and poor choices turning this young man into a scale scraping dragon has stayed with me for years. My young toad resembled the dragon, sitting there covered in debris.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have all been there. I was once a dragon. I'm sure you were, too--changed into something we'd never imagined being by the consequences of our sin, constantly reminded of our failures by the scales that we could never completely scrape off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our story--yours and mine--doesn't end there, of course. As we struggled in our existance apart from God, He came to us--pitiful dragons covered in sin--and forgave us. With His mighty hand, He removed each and every scale. But that wasn't all. He did not leave us as smooth skined dragons. He restored us back to humanity, redeemed to serve Him, our Savior and Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:53 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42978&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, August 31, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42958" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html"&gt;A Word Is On My Tongue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently I heard a radio personality quote Will Rogers as saying, "Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip."  The obvious lesson behind this, of course, is that we should be careful about the negative words that we say. I began to think about it in a somewhat different way, however.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our household has a tremendous collection of things that we say to each other that would make no sense to anyone else. Humorous lines from movies we've seen, recollections of silly things that have happened. Even after all these years, we still quote the wise sayings of our children from toddler age and up. Those always bring out a smile in us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what types of things might our family's proverbial parrot be repeating? What about the many times weekly that "I love you" is spoken? "I'm so proud of you."  "Amen."  "God blessed us with you."  "Let me pray for you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While most of us don't have a bird in our homes collecting our every utterance for possible rebroadcast, we do have each other to consider. Words of love and encouragement cling to our memories, ministering healing, comfort and joy for years to come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would I be embarrassed to hear of my negative comments reaching another's ears? Would I be happy to know that words I had spoken wisely were continuing to bring happiness and hope to each person they reached?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What would your parrot be saying?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Will_Rogers/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mytongue-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:04 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42958&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42948" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html"&gt;And You Will See&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just imagine it---looking up, and along with the rest of the world, seeing Jesus coming down to Earth in the clouds. For those of us who know Him as our Savior, it will be a gloriously wonderful day! But what about everyone else? Matthew 24:30 and Revelation 1:7 both speak of all the peoples of the Earth mourning when they see Him coming. Why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At that moment, those who have put their trust in Jesus will experience something magnificent; their faith will become sight.  Those who have rejected the gift of His salvation will experience something horrifying; their unbelief will become condemnation. They will realize their mistake and mourn for what they've lost. It will be too late for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know people that believe that there is a God--but they haven't accepted what Jesus did for them on the cross. I know people that think they are "good" ---and that being good is enough to insure their admittance to Heaven.  I actually know people who are convinced that there is no God at all---and they, like the others, will be among those who mourn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can we do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are reading this and you are not sure if you would be rejoicing if you saw Jesus coming in the clouds, there is only one thing to do: humbly pray and tell God that you believe in Him and in His Son, Jesus. Ask Him to forgive you of all the things you have done to displease Him. Ask Him to come into your life and guide you, believing that Jesus has paid the penalty for your sins when He died on the cross. If you truly believe and accept what He has done for you, you will no longer be among those who would mourn at His coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are reading this and you have friends who do not understand who God is and what He has done for them, you are definitely not alone. We all are very well acquainted with future mourners--for that is who we once were. We can pray and ask God to break strongholds in their lives and draw them to Himself. We can ask others to pray for them. We can speak about what God has done for us. We can invest our words and actions into their lives, implanting the love of God a little at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's forgiveness is infinite; it is able to transfer our membership from the company of mourners to that of those who rejoice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which group are you in?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/MightyOne-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42948&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, August 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42943" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html"&gt;Always Give&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm.  Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.    1 Corinthians 15:58&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/givecopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42943&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, August 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42931" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html"&gt;Always Thank God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband and I went to a nearby lake to enjoy the sunset today. I had hoped to see spectacular views. I was not disappointed. So wondrous was the display of bright, beaming colors--sometimes mixed with flashes of lightning within the billows of towering moisture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sun hid behind a cloak of clouds, coming out for only a few moments to turn almost a ruby red before it faded from sight. The water was calm as a cool breeze swept over the lake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our God is awesome....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/endphoto-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42931&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, August 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42925" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html"&gt;The Man Who Trusts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was driving on a highway this evening, just before dusk. The sun was setting, and the clouds were beautifully arrayed in shades of pink and sherbet orange. It had been very stormy in past days, and the sky had been full of interesting mixtures of gray and white.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I sat at a traffic light, my attention was drawn to a man crossing the multiple lanes ahead of me. He was pushing a baby stroller. It was somewhat difficult for him to maneuver the small wheels over the uneven ground as he made his way to the parking area of some nearby stores. I found myself looking closer to see if he actually had a baby with him. He did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Driving onward as the light changed from red to green, my thoughts drifted to the stroller's passenger. I thought of the dangers of crossing several lanes of traffic on foot. I am certain the baby had no fear; he could not begin to understand the seriousness of oncoming traffic at that age. Someone with greater understanding was caring for him and keeping him safe from harm while the stroller made its way to the other side. This precious child was most likely just going along for the ride, enjoying the scenery.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I living a multi-lane life, being escorted through dangers I'm not even aware of by my loving Heavenly Father? Are there concerns I could not possibly comprehend that He protects me from, minute by minute?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If God places me in the stroller, I can be sure that He will be with me for the outing, gently pushing my wheels in the direction He wants us to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/blessedis-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:12 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42925&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, August 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42914" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html"&gt;Moth and Rust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening at bedtime, I sat beside our youngest son. We had been having an extended conversation about something that was very important to him. As we talked, I tried to convey just how all the material things in the world could never compare in worth to the value he has in my heart. &lt;em&gt;Things&lt;/em&gt; don't really matter in comparison to people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lately, I have been encouraged to invest more of my life into the lives of others. Matthew 6:19 says, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do we really consider our families and friends to be treasures of our lives? Are we investing in them by nurturing them in the Lord and urging them on toward greater fellowship with God? I'm afraid there have been times that I haven't. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Lord, help me to realize the treasure of people you have placed in my life. Thank You for the richness and beauty of each precious soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mothandrust-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42914&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, August 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42894" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html"&gt;The Earth is Full&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many are your works, O Lord! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In wisdom you made them all;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the earth is full of your creatures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 104:24&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/creatures-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42894&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="pagination"&gt;    &lt;hr /&gt;    Page: &lt;span class="selected"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=39" class="normal"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=78" class="normal"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=117" class="normal"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=156" class="normal"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=195" class="normal"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=234" class="normal"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=273" class="normal"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-5098920597458818375?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5098920597458818375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=5098920597458818375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5098920597458818375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5098920597458818375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-generation-today-i-spent-some_04.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-8956689800997674536</id><published>2008-10-04T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:54:24.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43413" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html"&gt;This is the Generation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I spent some time studying about the book of Luke in the New Testament. Odd as it may seem, I felt differently about it. I was using the study Bible that I've had for probably 13 years. How many times have I turned to Luke during that time? What was different today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found myself reading the study materials within the Bible about the history behind the writing, as well as an outline of it.  The words from chapter 19, verse 10, seemed to reverberate in my mind:.."to seek and to save that which was lost."  Of course, it is Jesus who has come to seek.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to seek to know Him more. I didn't choose the timing of my birth; He allowed me to be alive today, in this time. As my faith is deepening, I want to be a part of a generation that seeks Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/yellowtreecopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:34 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43413.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43413&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, October 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43408" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html"&gt;From the Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had heard the song before. Somehow, as I was driving along listening to it once more on the radio, the words just seemed to sink in:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giver of every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Author of all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Giver of every perfect thing&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;Maker of Heaven and of Earth&lt;br /&gt;No one can comprehend Your worth&lt;br /&gt;King over all the universe&lt;br /&gt;To You be the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am alive because I'm alive in You&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's all because the blood of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;That covers me and raised this dead man's life&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of Jesus I'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tears came to my eyes as I was reminded of this truth. Because of Jesus, I may live again after death. Because of Jesus, I may live an abundant life in Him---it's all because of Jesus I'm alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lyrics by Steve Fee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/quickly-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:49 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43408.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43408&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, October 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43389" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html"&gt;The Path&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Identify the proper path and stay on it. That's a pretty straighforward statement. It sounds like a good rule to follow whether you're on a Boy Scout hiking trip or a military mission overseas. Who would actually &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be on the wrong one? The wisdom is this: be well informed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we lack the information needed to make an intelligent choice, the result could be devastating. If we have a clear understanding about where we are headed and how to get there, we are likely to arrive at our appointed destination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about our spiritual path in life? We must identify the paths (the day to day choices) of those who are not following God's leading and commit ourselves to another direction, far from the lure of selfish independance and temptation. We must identify the proper direction every time we are faced with a choice. We are warned about the negative path in the fourteenth chapter of Proverbs. We are told not to set foot on it or walk on it.  We are to avoid it and not travel on it. We are advised to turn from it. That's very clear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you identify the paths taken by those who have trusted God with their lives? When you do, commit to one endeavor---&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;staying on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ThePath-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:00 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43389.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43389&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, October 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43379" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html"&gt;Such Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening, I was privileged to hear a man speak to a group about how God had worked in his life. He told the story of his journey from disbelief in God all the way to where he is today in close fellowship with Him. It was one of those times when I felt such joy over and over again as I listened to the account of the faithfulness of God in the redemption of yet another one of his children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something this man spoke about was very significant to me. He explained that the more you are walking in close fellowship with God, the less that Satan knows you. Read that last statement again. It's not a concept I could recall ever pondering before. He had relayed to us that because of his mindset before he became a Christian, Satan knew him really well and knew how to "get to him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like to mentally picture myself walking closer and closer to God, all the while becoming "fuzzy" and out of focus to the enemy and his wiles.  I hope to spend more of my time meditating on God's presence in my life, thinking on what is praiseworthy and seeking His direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/suchthings-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43379.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43379&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43364" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html"&gt;Who Counsels Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Counselor. What do you think of when you hear that word spoken? Do your picture a high school employee who was hired to help you plan your academic schedule? Do you think of someone with a college degree, specializing in restoring marriages? Perhaps you think of a doctor who ministers to people who are depressed or troubled.  A good friend that seems to always give you sound advice; maybe that's who you think of when you hear the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are certainly identified as counselors---but what about God? Is He your counselor? Your guide?  He wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God allows us the freedom to choose whether or not we listen to His counsel or seek it out.  Bibles are in stores everywhere, but do we buy them?  Churches are built in almost every community, but do we attend the services held there? God is listening to our every word, yet do we ask Him for instruction when choices are before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our sovereign counselor. His truth is the only truth. His wisdom, the only true wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What help do you need from a counselor today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/counsels-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43364.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43364&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43350" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html"&gt;Shout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know God hears me every time I pray. Often, I pray silently and the communication is between my mind and God. Lately, I have been pondering the importance of praying out loud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we pray silently, only God hears. When we voice our prayers audibly, the enemy and all his forces hear our proclamation of faith. We openly give witness to our belief in God and His great power.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 66:1 says, "Shout with joy to God, all the earth!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/shoutcopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43350.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43350&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43338" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html"&gt;Sincere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love must be sincere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hate what is evil;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cling to what is good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honor one another above yourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Romans 12:9,10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sincere-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43338.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43338&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43330" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html"&gt;You Make Me Glad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was a child, I enjoyed watching a particular television game show. Contestants would participate in various types of activities throughout each program.  As an added plus from the generosity of those producing the game show, they  would occasionally pay for someone in the military to return home for a visit with their family. This became part of the show, as they would surprise the non-duty spouse with an on-the-air reunion. Often, the deployed spouse would be secretly placed in one of the games so at just the right moment, their wife would recognize them and be completely thrilled and overwhelmed. The audience and television viewers would have been informed of  the special event beforehand. It was so exciting to know at any minute the couple would be reunited.  It brought JOY to everyone to witness such a good deed. That was many years ago, and I still remember it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder if this is similar to one of the ways God blesses us at times. When we are yearning for something--to be restored to a loved one, to be healed of a sickness, to be married, to have a child, to see someone accept God's gift of salvation---He may be planning to give us the desire of our heart.  His timing is perfect. Is there excitement in Heaven as the moment of surprise grows near? Does the joy in Heaven connect with the joy we experience when God lovingly gives us a "surprise?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somehow, I think it does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/deeds-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:27 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43330.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43330&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43325" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html"&gt;He Who Walks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through the years, people have come to me hoping they could take piano lessons. I have taught more students than I can remember. I have spent so much time in my life helping students to learn to play the piano. What's more, they PAY money for the privilege of spending time with me. Somehow, if we're together long enough, it seems likely that any ability I have in piano playing would eventually begin to trickle over to them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one questions this type of logic. If you want to learn to play the piano, of course your would find a piano teacher. If you want to learn to decorate cakes, you join a cake decorating class. If you want to be a diesel mechanic, you attend a diesel mechanics school. If you want to be wise, you....well, you.....hmmm. That's a little tougher to think about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can all ask God for wisdom. That's the best thing to start with. Secondly, if we spend a significant amount of time around those who consistently model wise choices, we are bound to learn from that experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Proverbs 13:20a says, "He who walks with the wise grows wise..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why not ask God to bring friends into your life who possess the wisdom that you seek? Once they're with you, learn from their actions---their everyday choices. You just might find yourself growing, right alongside them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/walks-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:38 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43325.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43325&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43314" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html"&gt;A New Command&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When do we love? When it's easy? When it's convenient? When it doesn't require too much commitment? I'd have to say "yes" to that, if I were talking about me. Who wouldn't love when it was easy to love? When it was convenient?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The difficult part comes next. Do we love when it's hard? When it's inconvenient? When it requires the greatest commitment we've ever given? Many people love this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it hard to love when a person is unlovely? I will certainly never forget a time several years ago when I was suddenly quite ill.  After struggling through a night in pain, my husband and son helped me into our van. Moments later, I was in the care of total strangers in a hospital I had never visited. The first diagnosis was appendicitis. I was vomiting and in great pain. Lovely? Not a chance. God showed me many things throughout that hospital stay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One very important lesson was given through Fred. Fred? Yes. A complete stranger to me who had gone to work that day prepared to give his very best to whatever needy person came through the door of the emergency room. i remember his name, because even through my trauma, I could see his identification tag as he and others ministered to my needs as they endured my symptoms with me. The lesson? They cared for me as if I were a member of their family; gently picking me up, comforting me, cleaning me--doing what I could not do for myself. Is this how I should love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it convenient for a mother to sit up all night and rock a crying baby back and forth? Is is convenient to take the time to write a note of encouragment to a friend who is grieving? What about the grandfather that never misses his granddaughter's recitals or his grandson's ballgames? Convenient? No way. Does it require commitment?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In John 13:34 Jesus says, " A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/loveoneanother-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43314.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43314&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 24, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43295" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html"&gt;Finds Them Watching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The crowd is cheering. You want to do your best. It's the big game and you have your instructions from the coach. Football isn't easy, but you're commited to the challenge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The players are in position. The action starts and you do just exactly what the coach wanted you to do. There's one problem---the people in the stands aren't understanding your instructions and to them, you've just made a big mistake.  Boos and hisses stream out from the bleachers over the playing field as the discouragement begins to set in. The coach knows what he's doing and so do you--but the crowd hasn't figured it out yet. Taking a quick glance behind your shoulder, you see him on the sidelines, a clipboard in one hand and a "thumbs up" on the other directed right at you.  With added strength, you refocus on the task at hand. You know you must trust your mentor and guide, especially now, when the going is rough. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In reality, you may not play football, but I'll bet this has happened to you. God has given you direction in life. You've prepared---you've endured the practices and the exercises.  You've grown, you've learned. Just as you're on the field, ready for action, the crowd becomes unloving, discouraging and distracting. They just don't understand your orders--or your commitment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is there to do? If we look over our shoulder, we may find that God is nearby, giving us the signal of approval. Do we follow the whims of the crowd or do we obey the instructions of our Savior? When we look to see what God thinks about our performance on the "field," His is the only opinion that matters. He knows just how the game is going to be won and what part we are to play. We must trust our Mentor and Guide, especially then, when the going is rough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/servants-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43295.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43295&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43283" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html"&gt;Rejoices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. I Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was I patient today? Was I kind? Did I envy? Did I boast? Was I proud or rude?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was I self-seeking or easily angered?  Did I keep a record of wrongs?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I delight in evil or did I rejoice with the truth?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I protect?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I trust?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I hope?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I persevere?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/lovedoesnot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43283.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43283&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43260" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html"&gt;The Years the Locusts Have Eaten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps you've known someone like this---as they look back on their life, it is filled with regrets.  They may have come to understand the saving grace of Jesus later in life, and finding such new peace and wholeness, they mourn for the time they wasted in the past. Life events that should have grown into healthy crops of fufillment may have been devoured by the deceitfulness of sin. There may be great emotional pain in looking back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I once heard a pastor on a radio program several years ago say that, "God is a God of second chances." Starting your life over --relinquishing control to God--is the most important decision that can be made. In His great power, though we may not understand it, He can restore what has been broken; He can create the new to replace the old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel 2:25a says, "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten..."  Could God fashion a whole and abundant future emerging from the mistakes of the past? Bundle up the memories of what the "locusts" have ruined in your life and ask Him to reclaim the years that cause you great pain. God is a God of second chances----and compassion for a regretful heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/locusts-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43260.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43260&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43253" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html"&gt;How Can They Preach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe this has happened to you before. After selecting a restaurant to dine in, you walk past an entry area and someone seats you at your table. As you peruse the menu, you mentally compare the cost of each meal with the amount of cash you know is in your pocket.  After you  have made your final selection, the menu is whisked away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After having finished your meal, you step to the register to pay. As you do, you notice a small chalk board near the counter. It reads, "Today's Special."  You find that for less money than you paid, you could have had a lot more food. In fact, the small entree that you ordered doesn't even compare to the amount you would've had if you had only chosen the special meal of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Why didn't someone tell me about this deal?" you ask.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The advertisement was in plain view, sir," comes the reply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If only you had known about the better food, you would have selected it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know someone that just seems to be wrecking their life? One poor decision after another. Why would they continue to live that way?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a theory; people everywhere are just trying to do the best with their life situation. Perhaps from fear of rejection or low self-esteem, they consistently choose what is far less than best for themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"How could they keep doing this?" you ask yourself. The answer lies in the restaurant. People from every race and color are trying to do the very best they can with what they think is available. Would you really order the Shrimp Sampler for $5.99 instead of the Pork Roast Supreme dinner, complete with two side orders and unlimited bread sticks if you knew that both meals were the same price?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That person you're acquainted with--you know, the one that drinks herself sick on the weekends--she's just like you. The difference is, she's doing the best she can with what she knows. She simply didn't notice the wall board at the entrance to the restaurant. She chose the only option she thought she had available. What would she have changed if she knew she had the choice to be forgiven and made new through Jesus Christ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about that boss of yours? Would he be the way he is, day in and day out, if he understood that he had the authority to call out to God? He might just act differently if he realized his impact on friends, neighbors, and coworkers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Romans 10:14 says, "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next time you witness someone about to make a foolish decision in their lives, you might want to direct their attention to the chalkboard at the front.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who wouldn't choose the very best for themselves if they really understood that it was a REAL choice?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Stop a few customers along the way and ask them this question:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Excuse me, but would you care to hear about &lt;em&gt;Today's Special&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/crossgoodnews-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43253.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43253&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43240" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html"&gt;The Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like to know the answers. I want to be well informed. I want to judge for myself if things are truly in order as they should be. If a doctor told me I was going to be "fine," I would want to know just exactly how fine that was going to be and in what ways I would be fine. If I can't see the facts for myself, all I really have is someone else's opinion. Is that really good enough?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In most instances, I can choose to be as knowledgeable about something as I want to. But what about those times when I can't?  What about all the many things I must trust God about through faith?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I have a concern, I should pray; I may not see the answer right away. I may not be well informed of just how God might work in a matter. His ways are higher than mine. I must trust that things are in the order that He is allowing. If God tells me that things are going to be fine, through faith, I must believe that they are without asking just exactly how fine will God allow things to be. He wants me to trust His judgment as to what is best.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That should be easy, but my human nature brings the element of concern back into my focus over and over, distracting my thoughts from those of peace and trust to thoughts of worry and doubt. I must choose again and again to realign my thinking to trust in God in all aspects of my life, whether I understand them, or not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By faith, it is God's opinion and assessment of my circumstances that matters the most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/peace-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43240.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43240&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, September 19, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43218" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html"&gt;A Sincere Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hebrews 10:19-23&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sincere-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43218.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43218&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43201" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html"&gt;The Word of Our God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Comfort, comfort my people,&lt;br /&gt;       says your God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;       and proclaim to her&lt;br /&gt;       that her hard service has been completed,&lt;br /&gt;       that her sin has been paid for,&lt;br /&gt;       that she has received from the LORD's hand&lt;br /&gt;       double for all her sins.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  A voice of one calling:&lt;br /&gt;       "In the desert prepare&lt;br /&gt;       the way for the LORD ;&lt;br /&gt;       make straight in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;       a highway for our God. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Every valley shall be raised up,&lt;br /&gt;       every mountain and hill made low;&lt;br /&gt;       the rough ground shall become level,&lt;br /&gt;       the rugged places a plain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  And the glory of the LORD will be revealed,&lt;br /&gt;       and all mankind together will see it.&lt;br /&gt;       For the mouth of the LORD has spoken."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  A voice says, "Cry out."&lt;br /&gt;       And I said, "What shall I cry?"&lt;br /&gt;       "All men are like grass,&lt;br /&gt;       and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;       because the breath of the LORD blows on them.&lt;br /&gt;       Surely the people are grass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The grass withers and the flowers fall,&lt;br /&gt;       but the word of our God stands forever."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isaiah 40:1-8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/forever-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43201.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43201&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43186" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html"&gt;With Their Father&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My family enjoys watching episodes from the old Star Trek television series in the 1960's. In one particular story, a military pilot from the 20th century had traveled in time and was aboard the Enterprise. In considering whether or not they should try to send him back in time or allow him to stay in the technologically advanced future, research had to be done. This man could not be allowed to stay on the star ship and miss the rest of his life on earth if he was destined to do something important. If he weren't there to do it, all of time would be affected. The question had to be answered---were there any records of outstanding accomplishments by this officer? By all that could be found, this young  man never made any worthy contribution to society that would warrant the need to send him back. But wait....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon further investigation, it was found that this man's &lt;em&gt;son&lt;/em&gt; was the first man to fly a spacecraft mission to Mars. When the pilot was told of his son's accomplishment, he replied that he had no son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was made to understand that he would have to go back in time, for in his future, he would be the father of the first man to visit Mars---a very worthy contribution to society.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about us? What if our greatest accomplishment in life is simply to usher our children toward their God-given destiny?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the fourth chapter of the Book of Matthew we read that Jesus saw two brothers, James and John, in a boat with their father, Zebedee, preparing their nets. We read very little about the life of Zebedee. Did he make any important contributions? He'd likely spent half of his own life nurturing two boys who were to walk the earth with the Son of God. Had he taught them reverence before that day? Had he taught them of God's power? I believe he had.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; We make the greatest investment into the hearts of our children as we teach them of God and His great love for us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A fisherman taught &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;sons many things----what am I teaching mine?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/zebedee-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:04 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43186.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43186&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 15, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43173" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html"&gt;The Lord is Near&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight was an important one for me. This past spring I had decided to participate in a Bible study in the summer and early fall that would run about 12 weeks. Tonight was the last gathering for the study.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Months ago, I had been hopeful; expectant for what I might learn during the upcoming months. I could not possibly have known the depth of calling, the comfort, or the very presence of God that was to become my experience through this concerted time of seeking and believing. Many lives were touched through the faithfulness of those who tirelessly prepared for each week's lesson to be presented and the obedience and annointing of the one who authored the materials. With His great power, God revealed many things to a wide variety of hearts, all gathered in His Name to understand Him more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Philippians 4:5b says, "The Lord is near."   If I could only grasp that fact more fully! He is near to us, night and day, never leaving us alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His great love is magnificent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/near-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:06 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43173.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43173&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43155" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html"&gt;Keep Me Safe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing I ask of the LORD,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is what I seek:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that I may dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and to seek Him in His temple.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For in the day of trouble&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will keep me safe in His dwelling;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and set me high upon a rock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 27:4,5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/trouble-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43155.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43155&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43133" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html"&gt;The Birds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a peaceful time to be taking a walk around the lake. Blooming flowers along the path added brilliant colors to the variety of plant life that thrived there.  As I walked, I came upon a very tall post with a bird house poised on top. No trees were near it; it was placed very near the water's edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a house for Purple Martins. In doing some research on this specific bird, I found some very interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, Native Americans used to create habitats for Purple Martins by hanging gourds up for them to nest in. As time has passed to the present day, Purple Martins living east of the Rocky Mountains rely solely upon man-made dwellings to protect them. They are totally dependent on these dwellings. A quote from an article I was reading states, "Since the fate of these beautiful birds is now in our hands, it is extremely important that we provide adequate housing in which they can raise their young..."  It went on to explain that once a dwelling was provided, it had to be reinforced with safeguards against other predator birds who would seek to steal their food or overtake their nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never compared my life or any one else's to that of a Purple Martin--that is, until now. As each day unfolds, I know that I need to stay close to God. My everyday dwelling needs to be firmly planted by His life giving waters. There, I may receive continual nurturing derived from reading His Word and interaction with other Christians who are part of a nearby church family. The friends that surround me in this dwelling are there to encourage me through each of life's challenges and victories. In turn, I am there to encourage them. But what about the people who do not yet know of God's love and provision for their lives? Each year brings a more futile outlook as they search for a safe dwelling place among the predators of this world who seek their demise. Will they find a safe haven if we do not provide it? Jesus told His disciples, "Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation." (from Matthew 16:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my earlier quote from the Purple Martin article were changed to read this way: "Since the fate of those who do not know Christ is now in our hands, it is extrememly important that we provide adequate understanding of what God has done for them through the sacrifice of His Son on the cross; we should further provide continual nuturing of those who come to believe in Him by encouraging them in their daily walk of faith and offering a loving spiritual environment in which to raise their children to follow Him as well." I could go on to say that once this "dwelling" is provided, its existance must be reinforced with safeguards against Satan's predators who would seek to steal their spiritual "food" and overtake their new found spiritual nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the "fate" of all those who do not know Jesus as their Savior is not really in our hands. We cannot save another from an existance without God for eternity. Jesus provided the payment and the way of forgiveness.  He has instructed us, however, to "preach the good news to all creation." As we tell of what He has done, we begin to build the house. As we continue to show love and concern, we fortify the dwelling. As we urge others toward God's provision, we invite them to take up residence in His unfailing love and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a well known saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/nest-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:14 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43133.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43133&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43128" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html"&gt;Those Who Shrink Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was quite a football game. For a long, long time neither team scored. Strength was met with strength, skill was matched with skill.  One thing was certain: the timid do not find their place on a football team. It would appear that there was no shrinking back from the mission at hand--winning the competition and emerging the victor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So who am I? I've never been on a football team.  Do I have a mission? Is it to win, to become the victor? Not exactly. You see, my competition has already been won. Jesus was the victor over sin and death.  It was not my own strength that brought me salvation. It was His gift to me, freely given. I had only to recognize my need, ask forgiveness and believe. I couldn't shrink back from deliverance and still accept the love that Jesus showed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hebrews 10:39 says, "But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/shrink-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43128.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43128&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43111" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="lexTitleHb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;שמח&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does this look familiar to you? Probably not. However, it is very important. It is the Hebrew word &lt;em&gt;samach, &lt;/em&gt;which means "rejoice, be glad."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No matter what may happen at any point in the day, we can trust that God's love is worth rejoicing about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/rejoice-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43111.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43111&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 10, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43093" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html"&gt;Find the Knowledge of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They're just about my favorite type of bird.  Sand cranes.  Is it the fact that they are almost as tall as I am? Maybe it's the red area on the tops of their heads or the wonderful call they make when they are flying away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's also something else they do; they take their time, slowly walking and looking on the ground for food. They never seem to be in a hurry then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a long time I have been wanting to be more effective in a certain area of my life. I have read books to gain insight. I've listened to speakers on the subject. Still, as much as I've searched, many times I have failed to find just exactly what I seemed to be looking for.  One of the problems has been that I've not been quite sure of what I was seeking.  An answer could look like, well, most anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening I attended a meeting. There were only five of us in atttendance. I wasn't expecting to walk away with major insight, however, I think that I did. It was as though I had been a sand crane searching for food and suddenly, without anticipation, finding just the sustenance I needed right there on the grass. I thought about how God had intended for me to at that meeting, just so I could apply this new found wisdom to my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You, Lord, for leading me into a path of greater understanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/knowledge-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43093.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43093&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43071" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html"&gt;Devote Yourselves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a special day for both me and my youngest son. Let me tell you why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago, we were visiting a friend of mine. Perhaps a little bored with the conversation, my son asked if he could take my camera and go outside. Many of his photos that day were impressive. After viewing them, he asked me if I would use one on Picture My Thoughts. This is the one I chose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking at the photo of the two crimson chairs in my friend's yard, my son and I talked about a suggestion that I had heard some time ago-- when praying, think of Jesus as just sitting right beside you. His picture of a peaceful summer afternoon in a calm and shady lawn made me think of that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Colossians 4:2 says, "Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." What do you think of when you hear the word &lt;em&gt;devote?&lt;/em&gt; I thought of using it in a secular setting: "&lt;em&gt;The well known professor had devoted his life to archaeology."&lt;/em&gt;  If you read that sentence somewhere, you'd know exactly what it meant. My personal definition would be that someone had filled his life with:  the study--the constant involvement with---being interested in---&lt;em&gt;archaeology.&lt;/em&gt;  When I think of devote in that context in the scripture, it would seem that we should be constantly involved with-- and interested in-- prayer, communicating with God.   As we are, we should be watchful and thankful.  Does this describe my life? Hmmmm. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can I blame the "no" times on distraction? Forgetfulness? Unbelief? Fear? Confusion? Are any of these real reasons &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to pray? I know I am growing closer in fellowship with God. As I begin to recognize these stumbling blocks along the way,  I will have further opportunities to make a better choice. I can begin again, and perhaps at that time, I may think of Jesus.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as sitting right beside me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/devote-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:14 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43071.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43071&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, September 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43045" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html"&gt;Beyond Tracing Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was late in the day. The sun was setting and the sky was transforming into a myriad of glorious scenes, one after the other. My son and I were outside playing ball. I kept stopping the game to look at the vivid colors unfolding before us. The deepest tourquoise--the peachiest peach. I would be so engaged in one mix of colors and shapes, only to find more beauty in the ones that overtook them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So much of life is an invitation to see God and ponder on who He is. Each star says, "I have a Maker," and each budding leaf whispers, "Through the majesty of His power, I am unfolding."  As the night begins its gradient approach over the earth, the awesome force of His control over all that is speaks a language that cannot go unheard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/paths-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:55 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html#comments"&gt;5 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43045.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43045&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43037" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html"&gt;Rejoicing Comes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You turned my wailing into dancing;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that my heart may sing to You and not be silent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O LORD my God, I will give You thanks forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 30:11,12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/weepingcopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:28 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43037.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43037&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, September 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43029" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html"&gt;With All Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll admit I was in a hurry. Often, getting ready in the mornings for work is a rush-rush kind of thing. There are clothes to be ironed for the family, dogs to be walked, lunch money acquired and keys to be found.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On this particular morning, I was hoping to put some curl into my newly dried hair. I have a hot air curling wand that often does just what I want. With my head bent down, I placed the wand into my hair and turned on the switch. What? It's not working? Oh....it would help if I would plug in the electrical cord first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I expected, rather unfairly I might add, for my curling wand to work. It looked like it always had. It felt the same in my hand. The trouble being, of course, that it wasn't made to function without it's power source.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about me? What power do I have, really? All that I have comes from God. Any strength, any courage--it's from Him. Do I sometimes become disconnected? I'm afraid so. Oh, I may look the same, but if I'm not connected to God, receiving His strength to handle the challenges I'm faced with, then I become powerless to function outside of doubt, worry and ineffectiveness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I find myself in a spiritual hurry--I fail to notice that I am not "plugged in" and I try to face things on my own. The problem being, or course, is that I wasn't made to function without my power source; and that would be....God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/power-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:29 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43029.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43029&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, September 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43019" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html"&gt;Surely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He resotres my soul.  He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.  Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.  Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.  Psalm 23&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/surely-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:36 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43019.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43019&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, September 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="43004" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html"&gt;The Flood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's rained so much in recent weeks in the central part of the state where I live. Today, I heard that a major road was closed because of flooding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It doesn't seem to take long; in a matter of hours a flood can occur. Should we worry about that possibility? I know God wants us to trust Him in every situation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's a new song out that I've heard many times on the radio. The lyrics to the refrain are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Even when the rain falls, even when the flood starts rising, even when the storm comes, I am washed by the water."  I think the writer's intended message was, even when troubles come, we are secure in God's forgiving love for us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is in control. Even when the rain falls....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/flood-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:34 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/43004.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=43004&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, September 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42992" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html"&gt;The Image of the Invisable God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus knows just how I feel. He knows what I'm concerned about, He knows my joys and He knows my heartaches. As I was praying about something so very important to me, these words came suddenly to my mind:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Trust Me."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those two words are precious to me now as I refer to them often. I don't know how this matter will resolve, but I feel that I must trust Jesus in it. Why should I trust Him?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Colossians 1:15-20 says, "He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.  For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;  all things were created by Him and for Him.  He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. And He is the head of the body, the church; He is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything He might have the supremacy. For God was pleased to have all His fullness dwell in Him, and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through His blood, shed on the cross."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's why.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/theimage-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:33 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42992.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42992&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, September 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42978" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html"&gt;There Is No One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband had moved most of our potted plants and baskets from our fountain area up to our front porch to shield them from the last tropical storm. Several of the plants were placed under a bench that sits right by the door. Even though another storm is poised to visit in a few days, I decided to move all the plants back out to the yard today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I picked up a plantless basket, something caught my eye. The basket seemed to be alive with several hopping baby toads--each the size of a dime or less, with rusty orange skin. After notifying our young son of my latest find, I got my camera out...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This little clan of newly footed toads had been living in the basket, complete with a few dead leaves convenient for camouflage purposes. I'm not sure if my tiny friend got into the state he was in while he was in the basket or after he was free on the ground, but he was picking up quite a bit of dirt and sand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In one of the books of C.S. Lewis' &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia,&lt;/em&gt; a human character is overtaken by sin and turned into a dragon. The dragon has scales all over his body. Sad and broken, the creature tries to scrape the scales away, but he cannot. The point is made that one can never remove their own sin. Only God can forgive us and cast our sin away.  The image of sin and poor choices turning this young man into a scale scraping dragon has stayed with me for years. My young toad resembled the dragon, sitting there covered in debris.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have all been there. I was once a dragon. I'm sure you were, too--changed into something we'd never imagined being by the consequences of our sin, constantly reminded of our failures by the scales that we could never completely scrape off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our story--yours and mine--doesn't end there, of course. As we struggled in our existance apart from God, He came to us--pitiful dragons covered in sin--and forgave us. With His mighty hand, He removed each and every scale. But that wasn't all. He did not leave us as smooth skined dragons. He restored us back to humanity, redeemed to serve Him, our Savior and Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:53 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42978.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42978&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, August 31, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42958" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html"&gt;A Word Is On My Tongue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently I heard a radio personality quote Will Rogers as saying, "Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip."  The obvious lesson behind this, of course, is that we should be careful about the negative words that we say. I began to think about it in a somewhat different way, however.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our household has a tremendous collection of things that we say to each other that would make no sense to anyone else. Humorous lines from movies we've seen, recollections of silly things that have happened. Even after all these years, we still quote the wise sayings of our children from toddler age and up. Those always bring out a smile in us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what types of things might our family's proverbial parrot be repeating? What about the many times weekly that "I love you" is spoken? "I'm so proud of you."  "Amen."  "God blessed us with you."  "Let me pray for you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While most of us don't have a bird in our homes collecting our every utterance for possible rebroadcast, we do have each other to consider. Words of love and encouragement cling to our memories, ministering healing, comfort and joy for years to come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would I be embarrassed to hear of my negative comments reaching another's ears? Would I be happy to know that words I had spoken wisely were continuing to bring happiness and hope to each person they reached?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What would your parrot be saying?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Will_Rogers/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mytongue-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:04 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42958.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42958&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42948" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html"&gt;And You Will See&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just imagine it---looking up, and along with the rest of the world, seeing Jesus coming down to Earth in the clouds. For those of us who know Him as our Savior, it will be a gloriously wonderful day! But what about everyone else? Matthew 24:30 and Revelation 1:7 both speak of all the peoples of the Earth mourning when they see Him coming. Why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At that moment, those who have put their trust in Jesus will experience something magnificent; their faith will become sight.  Those who have rejected the gift of His salvation will experience something horrifying; their unbelief will become condemnation. They will realize their mistake and mourn for what they've lost. It will be too late for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know people that believe that there is a God--but they haven't accepted what Jesus did for them on the cross. I know people that think they are "good" ---and that being good is enough to insure their admittance to Heaven.  I actually know people who are convinced that there is no God at all---and they, like the others, will be among those who mourn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can we do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are reading this and you are not sure if you would be rejoicing if you saw Jesus coming in the clouds, there is only one thing to do: humbly pray and tell God that you believe in Him and in His Son, Jesus. Ask Him to forgive you of all the things you have done to displease Him. Ask Him to come into your life and guide you, believing that Jesus has paid the penalty for your sins when He died on the cross. If you truly believe and accept what He has done for you, you will no longer be among those who would mourn at His coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are reading this and you have friends who do not understand who God is and what He has done for them, you are definitely not alone. We all are very well acquainted with future mourners--for that is who we once were. We can pray and ask God to break strongholds in their lives and draw them to Himself. We can ask others to pray for them. We can speak about what God has done for us. We can invest our words and actions into their lives, implanting the love of God a little at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's forgiveness is infinite; it is able to transfer our membership from the company of mourners to that of those who rejoice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which group are you in?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/MightyOne-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42948.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42948&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, August 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42943" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html"&gt;Always Give&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm.  Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.    1 Corinthians 15:58&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/givecopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42943.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42943&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, August 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42931" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html"&gt;Always Thank God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband and I went to a nearby lake to enjoy the sunset today. I had hoped to see spectacular views. I was not disappointed. So wondrous was the display of bright, beaming colors--sometimes mixed with flashes of lightning within the billows of towering moisture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sun hid behind a cloak of clouds, coming out for only a few moments to turn almost a ruby red before it faded from sight. The water was calm as a cool breeze swept over the lake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our God is awesome....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/photo6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/endphoto-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42931.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42931&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, August 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42925" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html"&gt;The Man Who Trusts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was driving on a highway this evening, just before dusk. The sun was setting, and the clouds were beautifully arrayed in shades of pink and sherbet orange. It had been very stormy in past days, and the sky had been full of interesting mixtures of gray and white.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I sat at a traffic light, my attention was drawn to a man crossing the multiple lanes ahead of me. He was pushing a baby stroller. It was somewhat difficult for him to maneuver the small wheels over the uneven ground as he made his way to the parking area of some nearby stores. I found myself looking closer to see if he actually had a baby with him. He did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Driving onward as the light changed from red to green, my thoughts drifted to the stroller's passenger. I thought of the dangers of crossing several lanes of traffic on foot. I am certain the baby had no fear; he could not begin to understand the seriousness of oncoming traffic at that age. Someone with greater understanding was caring for him and keeping him safe from harm while the stroller made its way to the other side. This precious child was most likely just going along for the ride, enjoying the scenery.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I living a multi-lane life, being escorted through dangers I'm not even aware of by my loving Heavenly Father? Are there concerns I could not possibly comprehend that He protects me from, minute by minute?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If God places me in the stroller, I can be sure that He will be with me for the outing, gently pushing my wheels in the direction He wants us to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/blessedis-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:12 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42925.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42925&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, August 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42914" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html"&gt;Moth and Rust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This evening at bedtime, I sat beside our youngest son. We had been having an extended conversation about something that was very important to him. As we talked, I tried to convey just how all the material things in the world could never compare in worth to the value he has in my heart. &lt;em&gt;Things&lt;/em&gt; don't really matter in comparison to people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lately, I have been encouraged to invest more of my life into the lives of others. Matthew 6:19 says, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do we really consider our families and friends to be treasures of our lives? Are we investing in them by nurturing them in the Lord and urging them on toward greater fellowship with God? I'm afraid there have been times that I haven't. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Lord, help me to realize the treasure of people you have placed in my life. Thank You for the richness and beauty of each precious soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mothandrust-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42914.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42914&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, August 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42894" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html"&gt;The Earth is Full&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many are your works, O Lord! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In wisdom you made them all;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the earth is full of your creatures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 104:24&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/creatures-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42894.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42894&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="pagination"&gt;    &lt;hr /&gt;    Page: &lt;span class="selected"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=39" class="normal"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=78" class="normal"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=117" class="normal"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=156" class="normal"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=195" class="normal"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=234" class="normal"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?start=273" class="normal"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-8956689800997674536?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8956689800997674536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=8956689800997674536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/8956689800997674536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/8956689800997674536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-generation-today-i-spent-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-8626253802479029198</id><published>2008-08-03T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:20:37.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42547" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42547.html"&gt;Thoroughly Equipped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This really does happen a lot around here. All of a sudden, our dog will begin to paw relentlessly at &lt;em&gt;something---&lt;/em&gt;but we don't know what she wants. She, on the other hand, knows EXACTLY what she's after.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It can be in any place in our house. Most recently, she had both front paws on top of our glass topped dining room table. The surface appeared to be empty, except for a candle dish in the center.  Thinking a familiar thought like, "What is she DOING??" I walked closer to investigate. There it was, not yet in reach----a Cheerio. One single Cheerio. She knew it was there and she had to have it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If there was one Cheerio located on a surface suspended two feet above my head and hidden from view---would I notice? Would I even care? If my sense of smell were that of the common canine and I was hungry, I guess I might.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later, I began to think about what our dog had done. In applying it to myself, I thought about seeking out the word of God. Would I sense its importance upon entering a situation? Would I search for it? Would I put forth focused effort to grasp its message in my hand?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I were hungry for it, I guess I might.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord, please give me a hunger for Your word.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/equipped-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:46 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42547.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42547.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42547&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, August 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42536" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42536.html"&gt;See To It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"See to it that you complete the work you have received in the Lord."  These words from Colossians 4:17 have been important to me for quite some time.  There was a particular day when it seemed that God had brought me to this verse as though He were saying it to me. An exhortation to Archippus from Paul in the New Testament, yet somehow, an application for my own life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wanted to know more about what was being said in those few words of commanding encouragement. In another translation of this verse, "See to it" is "Take heed."   I wanted to have still more understanding. With a little research, I found the Greek word for "heed" in that instance. It is  &lt;em&gt;blepo.&lt;/em&gt;  Condensing the definition somewhat, it means, "Perceive by the senses, feel, see, discern, consider and contemplate..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You guessed it; I wanted still &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; enlightenment. I found the Greek words for ministry (which is in place of &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;), received and finally, fulfil---which was from the word &lt;em&gt;complete.&lt;/em&gt;  I was so drawn to the expressiveness of the original meanings. For my own purposes, I wrote out an extended statement including the descriptions that seemed to fit what I felt God was leading me to in the Greek words. Here it is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel, discern, consider and contemplate the command of God to proclaim and promote religion among men, which you have obediently joined to yourself and received with your mind in the Lord; accomplish it and carry it through to the end, bringing it to realisation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Discovering this amplification of the scripture has made me....quiet.  If I am to feel, discern, consider and contemplate...quietness would seem to be in order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is amazing and wonderful, far above what I could ever imagine. I want to learn more---so much more. How about you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/seetoit-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:01 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42536.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42536.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42536&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, August 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42519" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42519.html"&gt;The Wisdom of the Prudent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Oh, I just did that without thinking.."   "I really didn't mean that--I just wasn't thinking..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many times have I done something &lt;em&gt;without thinking?&lt;/em&gt; Numerous.  Words are hard to chase down. Actions may even be worse.  Can we somehow come to a place in our lives where we actually consider what we're doing before we do it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As we ask God for guidance in our lives, we can ask Him to help us to be wise by remembering to give thought to our ways when incidents come up and choices present themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/prudent-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42519.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42519.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42519&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, July 31, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42491" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42491.html"&gt;I Will Praise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In my quiet time/Bible study this morning, I read an intriguing request in some of my materials; I was asked to think about some of the most specific blessings that I've recieved frm God in the past year or so. Some major occurances came to mind quickly. Next, I was instructed to imagine God actually &lt;em&gt;speaking&lt;/em&gt; those blessings into existance over my life. At this point, I am still awed by that statement.  It was only eight months ago that I sat down at the computer to do one thing and when I got up from my seat, I had done a totally different thing---I had decided to begin &lt;em&gt;Picture My Thoughts. &lt;/em&gt;I don't remember having considered such a thing before that day. Can you see it with me? God in Heaven &lt;em&gt;speaking&lt;/em&gt; the blessing and instruction to begin placing the trio of scripture, photos and text into my life? A way that I could communicate His word with something that brings me joy? Other magnificently wonderful things have occurred as I have seen Him work in the lives of those that I love dearly. I can imagine God speaking those into reality as well. I am unworthy; yet, He blesses me still.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What has God done in your life recently? May you be filled with the comfort and knowledge of His great blessings and His faithful activity in your heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/praise-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:24 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42491.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42491.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42491&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, July 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42478" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42478.html"&gt;Reigns Forever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had the opportunity to watch a video presentation about power earlier this week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moments ago, as I sat waiting for my computer to upload an item, my eyes were drawn to an advertisement about a wealth strategy seminar to be held in a nearby city. A very well known and extremely wealthy man is to be the speaker.  Those promoting the event would surely agree that he is powerful.  The power I've been learning about has little to do with the concept of power=money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've been learning about the power of...the tongue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Words that are spoken can bring life---or they can tear it down. Words can encourage---or dishearten. Words that flow from our mouths can praise God---or they can grieve Him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I read from the book of Isaiah, chapter six. Part of isaiah's response to his vision of seeing the Lord seated on His throne was, "...I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips...."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With mercy extended, Isaiah's sin was atoned for. Truly, the Lord is holy and He reigns forever. Should I not honor Him with my words?  I am ashamed to say that many times i haven't. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I am reflecting today on these things, I know that I do want Him to be pleased with what I speak to others.  A seminar on wealth and power? I don't need it. I need to commit to handling the power I already possess: the power of my &lt;em&gt;words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/forever-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42478.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42478.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42478&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, July 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42466" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42466.html"&gt;My Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a sunny day. Strolling along the sidewalk in the neighborhood park, I noticed it. A wooden structure covered with vines. How long had it taken for the delicate strings of leaves to maneuver their way through each opening, winding themselves in and out to form such a covering?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although I cannot answer such a question with accuracy, I know that it was a gradual, steady process. Vines that began in the soil were now growing thicker and stronger high above the ground.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I am continuing to learn and grow in my walk with the Lord, I am finding that it is a gradual, steady process. With wisdom gained from the intertwining lessons of the previous seasons, I grow a little more. With that growth comes movement ever closer to the next level of understanding. I must trust that He holds each day in His sovereign hands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/times-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:35 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42466.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42466.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42466&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, July 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42444" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42444.html"&gt;Love Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is patient,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;love is kind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It does not envy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it does not boast,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is not proud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is not rude,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is not self seeking,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is not easily angered,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love does not delight in evil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It always protects,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;always trusts,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;always hopes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;always perseveres.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-8a&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/love-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42444.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42444.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42444&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, July 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42424" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42424.html"&gt;Lonely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been lonely? I can't imagine anyone answering anything but, "Yes."  What if that emotion had not been given to us by God? Think of it; not ever feeling the need for someone other than yourself for companionship. It's almost too odd to consider.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God desires our fellowship and love.  He has placed a void in our hearts that is to be filled only by knowing Him. A type of lonliness rests inside us that longs for the peace of God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 25:16 says, "Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted."  When we call to Him, He will graciously turn to us, regardless of the circumstance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/afflicted-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42424.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42424.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42424&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, July 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42404" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42404.html"&gt;The Lord is King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I was driving, I saw a massive cloud formation, highligted by the sun. Not really caring what other motorists thought, I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures, once I had the car window rolled down. Oh, I forgot to tell you--I did this at a stop light...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sight was absolutely captivating. Really. As I drove home, I kept finding myself checking on the latest movement of the syncronized dance between the sun's rays and the ever changing cloud. It was so large and majestic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kings are in charge. We learn that early in our education. Clouds are in charge, too. Of course, it is God who wills them to form and to move. With all our technology, we cannot control the weather. We must submit to the authority of the rain, the tornado, the hurricane and the snowstorm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The lyrics of one of my favorite Christian songs have been on my mind lately. One line, especially--- "I'm standing on the edge of who I've never been before."  The song speaks of what we feel when we hear God communicating with us.  God is our King. He is in charge.  He is the authority. As we become aware of His activity in our hearts, we can sense that things are about to change. We see the light of His love and His plan come gleaming around the edges of our soul, knowing that who we are to become in Christ is an ever changing image on the canvas of our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just as when I couldn't stop searching the clouds for the newest contour or subtle color change, I keep coming back to see what  God is doing in my own heart---one feathery wisp and glowing ray at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/King-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:37 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42404.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42404.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42404&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, July 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42396" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42396.html"&gt;Set Your Minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful day. Looking up at the top of the tall, slender palm tree, the sky was its only backdrop. It was not until I looked at my photograph at home that I saw it---the rainbow ring surrounding the profile of foliage. Atmospheric conditions far from the earth's surface had cascaded the sun's light in glorious splendor through my camera lens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The palm tree itself was a beautiful creation of God. Yet, beyond the view of its tallest branches loomed the reminder of the power above that sustains it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through every thought, every decision, we are given the opportunity to choose between what is looked upon as important by worldly standards and what is truly important to God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let us set our minds on things above...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/setyourminds-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:32 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42396.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42396.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42396&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, July 24, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42385" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42385.html"&gt;Your Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What comes to mind when you think of &lt;em&gt;light?&lt;/em&gt; Warmth? Brightness?  While there are many different aspects of light, at least one requires the action of a witness. Light &lt;em&gt;exposes.&lt;/em&gt; But to whom? When the vibrant rays of light are cast on a particular object, it becomes visible to those observing. What if no one is looking? God still sees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the first shadows begin to flee in the early morning hours, I am generally asleep. Though I may miss the dawn, God doesn't . The glow of the sun that He created exposes the earth for what it is.  Light reveals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about God's truth? It shines like a light, exposing what is false and declaring what is not. It reveals character; it offers the opportunity to recognize what is not in line with His will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's light---it brings with it a message of hope as it stirs our hearts to take action.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/send-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:24 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42385.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42385.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42385&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, July 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42373" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42373.html"&gt;My Soul Thirsts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know about where &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; live, but where I am, it's hot. I was driving by a local bank's marquee this week as it proudly displayed a temperature of 103 degrees. Prime weather for ice cream shops and cold drink machines. Business is probably good--really good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why? Well, because since it's so hot, people get thirsty and want refreshment. They know where to find it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would it make sense to see crowds of citizens walking past a lemonade/cold water stand on one of those hot, humid days--- especially if sample drinks were being given out free?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I'm in need of hydration, my body lets me know. The thirst comes. My mouth gets dry. If it's inconvenient to stop and get a drink, I may put it off a bit.  There again, in just a short while, I will be reminded of it once more. The prompts will keep coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Psalm 42:2 we read, "My soul thirsts for God.."  I am continually drawn back to God for renewal. Amid distractions and responsibilities of every day life, the need still arises. I need to pray. i need to learn more. I need to recognize His presence in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm thirsty.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/thirsts-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:49 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42373.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42373.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42373&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, July 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42352" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42352.html"&gt;Now is the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waiting. Most people might agree that it's unpleasant to wait. We don't like it.  We avoid it.  Advertisements play on our impatience:  &lt;em&gt;No waiting in line! Order by phone!     Drive Through Pharmacy   Instant Oatmeal   Lose 5 pounds in 5 days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quicker, faster.  Does it really need to be that way? In some areas, yes---but what about when we are talking about our relationship with God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The following is a quote from Samuel Pepys:  "Sometimes God delays the answer to our prayer in final form until we have time to build up the strength, accumulate the knowledge, or fashion the character that would make it possible for Him to say yes to what we ask."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's okay to read that again. I certainly have read it many times. In fact, I penciled it in on a page just inside my Bible's front cover.  Do we want God to build up our strength? Do we want Him to add to our knowledge?   Is God fashioning our character?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is the day to receive what God has for us &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt;  We must wait for what He has for us tomorrow, for in His wisdom, it will only come by His perfect timing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/salvationcopy-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:45 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42352.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42352.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42352&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, July 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42342" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42342.html"&gt;The Ant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A little at a time. That's something I'm still remembering.  I read about this encourageing concept in a book less than a year ago. The author was describing his ant farm and how observing them helped him to plan for finishing his doctorate degree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ants can move a tremendous amount of....well, whatever they choose to--&lt;em&gt;a little at a time.&lt;/em&gt; Diligence, focus. Those are two words to remember when working toward a goal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently, I have been studying about faith in God. I've been learning about trusting Him more. It seems to me that this is a process. I must learn one bit, and then, another.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eventually, I will look back and see my progress.  Small steps will have turned into large gains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The journey of our Christian faith is taken one day at a time. We need not give up, even when circumstances are difficult.  God will help us to grow---a little at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ants-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 03:43 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42342.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42342.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42342&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, July 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42320" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42320.html"&gt;Faint Within Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many times in our lives we need comfort. We need consolation. We need affirmation, care and support. What if those closest to you are not in a position to give any of these? Is there really the possibility of "would not" being replaced by "could not" when applied to our loved ones during those important times? I have come to think there is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While being overwhelmed by difficult circumstances, which may or may not have been the result of poor life choices, it is difficult to contribute to another's well being. Emotional survival may be the all-consuming order of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does the man addicted to alcohol choose to dissolve his marriage through his actions and neglect? Or does the pain and guilt that Satan reminds him of daily drive him to escape the only way he knows how?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does the young mother with limited resources and a tremendous lack of self-confidence choose to become uninvolved in the lives of her children, or does the encompassing fear of rejection push her past each opportunity as it arises?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over a decade ago, Veggie Tales were created. It is a computer animated cartoon series used primarily to teach Biblical truths. It's main characters are vegetables--- notably, a cucumber named Larry and a tomato named Bob. None of the characters have arms or legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In one of the Veggie Tales episodes, Larry and Bob are feeling very emotional about the story that has just unfolded. Both the cucumber and the tomato are crying.  Larry becomes overwhelmed with emotion and says, "Hold me, Bob!"  With a classic line, Bob responds, sobbing, "I would if I could, man!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having no arms, Larry &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;have been held and comforted. Having no arms, Bob &lt;em&gt;could not&lt;/em&gt; hold. Period.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we are wounded by the apparent lack of empathy from someone we love, it may help the healing process to look past our own pain and consider theirs. Are they capable at that moment of meeting our need? Perhaps not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is aware of the yearning of every heart. He knows the sadness, the pain, the joy, the excitement. Only He is able to hold us through every difficulty. There will be times when physical arms will be outstretched to greet us and hold us tightly. God's arms will envelope you both. On the occasions that we find no comfort available from family or friends, God's loving arms will embrace you safely and securely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We will most certainly grow faint in many areas of our lives.  When we cry out to God and say, "Hold me, Lord!"  His response will always be, "I can--and I will."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/growsfaint-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:01 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42320.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42320.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42320&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, July 19, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42307" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42307.html"&gt;Give Thanks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever. Psalm 106:1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/TodaysPost-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42307.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42307.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42307&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, July 18, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42294" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42294.html"&gt;In God Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it ever hard for you to speak? I don't mean in front of a crowd. I'm talking about when so much is in your heart and mind that words are difficult to form. Sometimes emotion so envelopes the soul that only a word or two will come, if at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joy, sorrow. Both may bring about this response.  Excitement, doubt. When we are overwhelmed, God hears past our failing efforts to explain. He hears our deepest expressions--those that cannot be uttered or dismissed. Creating a pathway inside our frailty, He rejoices with us, comforts us, calms us.  My soul finds rest in God alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/chiavone082-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:27 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42294.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42294.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42294&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, July 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42280" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42280.html"&gt;The Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I once had a dream where I was standing before two people. They seemed to be in authority. They asked me why I should be admitted into Heaven. I told them it was because Jesus Christ was my Lord and Savior.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You might think this was a good dream, but it wasn't. It was a nightmare.  The two figures were not angels that were about to admit me into glory; they were there to condemn those who had not believed in Jesus for salvation and eternal life. They had to let me go, because I was a forgiven child of God. That part is wonderful for me, of course, but I was left with a glimpse of what it could be like to die without knowing Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really don't believe that two treacherous figures will be questioning anyone before they are allowed into Heaven. It was only a dream. I do, however, believe the Bible.  In the book of Daniel in chapter 12, toward the end of verse one, we find,  "--everyone whose name is found written in the book---will be delivered."  That would be the Book of Life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please consider-----is &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; name written there?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/thebook-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:54 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42280.html#comments"&gt;4 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42280.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42280&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, July 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42261" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42261.html"&gt;Marvelous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently I read the definition of marvelous. Interestingly, these words are used in the description: &lt;em&gt;be wonderful, be surpassing, be extraordinary, separate by distinguishing action.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doesn't that sound like God to you? He is wonderful.  He surpasses all others.  He is certainly not ordinary. Who is like Him? His awesome and powerful acts distinguish Him and separate Him to His sovereign place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He is God.  He is &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/wonderfully-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42261.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42261.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42261&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, July 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42242" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42242.html"&gt;Something New&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our youngest son came into the house with great excitement. He carried with him a leaf from our yard. As he positioned it on the counter, he announced the presence of our guest. A tiny (very tiny) insect was crawling on the leaf. A small speck of yellow on a completely green background.  We marveled together at how interesting it was. What was it? We don't know. God does, though. After all, He made it.  It was just new and exciting to us.  We had not noticed it before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Ecclesiates chapter one, verse 10, we read. "Is there anything of which one can say, 'Look! This is something new'? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's love and provision was waiting for us as we were created into existance inside our mothers' wombs. As we grow closer to Him and discover new insights, it is exciting. God's character is not new, however. It is only our deeper discovery of who He is that is new.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I know of Him now, I didn't fully grasp before. Some things I just hadn't noticed.  As I am learning new things about God, I should be eager to tell others, "Look! Come and see!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/somethingnew-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42242.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42242.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42242&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, July 15, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42225" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42225.html"&gt;Healed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Exactly what do people believe that God is able to do? If I could possibly answer that question, it would have quite a varied response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it likely that we limit the possibilities of the supernatural work of God in our lives by putting a limit on what we will believe that He could do? That question deserves some thought from all of us, including me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take a look at today's photo. What do you suppose it is? A plant, of course, but what kind? You might believe it to be one type, yet be incorrect in your assumption.  There is only one true answer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To my knowlege, it has no medicinal value, but I am neither a botanist nor a pharmaceutical researcher. It actually might be used in treating illness. I simply am not aware of it. With that in mind, let's imagine this fictional scenario for a moment involving a different plant: we are on a mission trip to a remote area in another country. Someone in our group is bitten by an unusual looking insect. Within hours, our friend has fever and swelling. We walk through fields and dense forest, past foliage of many shapes, colors and sizes.  When we reach a nearby village, our friend is very ill. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is a small clinic some distance from the settlement. Somehow, we arrive there. The doctor identifies the bite and returns with a cup of hot water, containing the leaves from a specific bush that grows in the area. We are astonished to realize that we walked past several of those plants on our way to the village. Had we only known of the remedy so closely at hand! Instead, we walked right past, assuming they had no power to heal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The story of the sick woman who touched the cloak of Jesus in order to be healed is recorded for us in the Bible in the book of Mark, chapter five. Many people were crowded around the Savior as He walked. One woman desperately wanted to be healed, and she had the faith to believe that only a touch of His cloak would suffice. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have we walked by Jesus, only to assume He cannot help us in our daily lives with all that they contain? Have we neglected to believe that we have an all-powerful God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think it's time that I begin to trust Him in a way that I haven't before. What about you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/healed-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:15 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42225.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42225.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42225&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, July 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42208" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42208.html"&gt;Fully Committed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;II Chronicles 16:9a says, "For the eyes of the LORD range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to Him."  Think of it----God's eyes searching the earth to find all who are fully committed to Him. When He finds them, He strengthens them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When God "searches" the earth, I want to be among those that He finds. That is the desire of my heart today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/chronicles-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42208.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42208.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42208&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, July 12, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42198" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42198.html"&gt;Miracles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am currently involved in a Bible study with a group of people. We are using a workbook text that coinsides with a video series. It is called, "Believing God."  During the second week of study, we had to answer a set of questions in the workbook. One particular question was about praying generic prayers because we don't want to be disappointed by God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I was in my yard, taking pictures. A bright green dragonfly came on the scene. I wanted to take a picture of him, but he was much too sporadic in his flight. He darted around the corner of the house. I followed him. As I was walking, I remembered that several months ago I had asked God to allow me to photograph a butterfly that was soaring above a lake. The butterfly came and lit on the ground near me. God answered my prayer with a "yes."  The thought crossed my mind to pray that I could photograph this creature. Suddenly, I felt hesitant to pray. Almost immediately, I remembered the words from my text book about being afraid to be dissapointed in God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I decided I would pray about the dragonfly. As I came around the corner to see him, he disappeared.  Okay. This particular time, God's answer wasn't  "yes."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I decided to go back around the corner to the other side of our house. I walked to the area where we have bushes. Often there are interesting things in that area like lizards, spiders, etc.... As I stood by the bushes and vines, the green dragonfly appeared suddenly. He came to rest on the bush beside me. I took a few pictures, then he sat down on a leaf in the bush on the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; side of me. I took more pictures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had followed this emerald beauty around the house, only to find he was no where in sight. God answered my prayer. If I had simply taken the dragonfly's photograph as I followed him, well, that's fairly normal.  When I left that area and walked to another, it was very &lt;em&gt;abnormal&lt;/em&gt; to have him come &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt; and sit down on a bush 24 inches away from my camera.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did God bring him to me? Well, I DID ask Him if I could take the picture. I thought He had said "No."  In fact, He was going to say, "Yes," but I had to wait on God's timing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 77:14a says, "You are the God who performs miracles;" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Indeed, He is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/miracles-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:23 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42198.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42198.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42198&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, July 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42180" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42180.html"&gt;Sons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is a special day in our family. Twenty-four years ago, I was in the hospital....giving birth to our first child, a son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time has gone by swiftly, and he is now a man.  We are thankful that God allowed us to become parents on that very wonderful morning, back in 1984.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 127:3a says, "Sons are a heritage from the LORD..."  One definition of &lt;em&gt;heritage&lt;/em&gt; in the dictionary states, "&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; Property that is or can be inherited; an inheritance."  When I think of  "inheritance" I think of something that has been granted to you legally by the written will of another. Something that was once totally in their care is now in yours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although not a completely thorough analogy, is this the case with the heritage we have been given in our children? We are granted them by God and by His will. They are always in His care, yet He allows us to be stewards on earth of each precious life that He sends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I was speaking to a friend today, she related a sad story. Some years ago, a student who was on the same soccer team as her son commented that he had noticed her regular attendance at the games. This student proceeded to tell her that if his soccer games were held in his own back yard, his parents still wouldn't attend. How devastating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stories like this one grip onto my heart and cause me to feel even greater resolve in supporting and nurturing my own children, at whatever age they may be.  As the years pass, what they seek from a loving Mom or Dad will change in form. The needs of a middle schooler will not exactly mirror those of a thirty-something adult. One thing I know for sure---God wants me to love them unconditionally as He loves me-----and everyone, no matter what age, needs to know there is someone cheering for them in the stands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sons-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42180.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42180.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42180&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, July 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42134" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42134.html"&gt;Deal Gently&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some time ago, my office area at work was located in a very large room.  On the back corner wall stood a tall bookshelf.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had seen the effects of dehydration on small lizards that had made their way indoors .  Many times they simply cannot find their own way out.  Lacking water, they die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On one particular occasion, I noticed that an anole had come into the building and had made it's way into my room. Knowing the probable fate that awaited him, I set out on my quest to capture the poor thing and set him free. The problem was, he didn't understand my intentions. He hid behind the bookshelf. The more I tried to offer him freedom and a chance to live, the more he ran from me. In fear and ignorance of my plan, he resisted all attempts at rescue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I prayed. I talked to God about this creature's life.  God granted my request and allowed me to catch my little friend. I proceeded to the large, glass doors that opened to the fresh air outside and I let him go free. Mission accomplished.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In considering what had just occurred, I realized something. Is this not how it is with people? We have lost our way; without understanding, we have strayed away from God into the unknown, surely to perish. He does not leave us to our demise; He offers salvation through His Son, Jesus. We need only to believe and ask forgiveness to be rescued from our fate, yet we run in ignorance from the very thing that could save us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How thankful I am that when I was running away, He continued to persue me. What a wonderful day it was when I stopped resisting. I was gently lifted from my own damaging choices and supernaturally escorted to a place of spiritual safety.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Hebrews, chapter five, it speaks of the position of high priest in the Old Testament.  It reads, " He (the high priest) is able to deal gently with those who are ignorant and are going astray, since he himself is subject to weakness."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God loves us greatly. He beckons us toward Him--toward a life of eternity in His presence. How should we go about the task of telling others about His great love--- those who are uninformed of His intentions, going astray through misunderstanding?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gently...... since we ourselves were ignorant of God's plan at one time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/dealgently-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42134.html#comments"&gt;4 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42134.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42134&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, July 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42127" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42127.html"&gt;Do Not Worry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever seen a worried duck? I suppose we can't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; tell if they are troubled or not, given their  continual stiff-beaked demeanor. Somehow, they seem to characterize a carefree outlook on life. Dipping, headfirst, into the water. Paddling gracefully, uttering an occasional quack or two. Most of the time, they really don't get into much of a hurry, either. Life on the pond is, well...meant for ducks. Or is it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We face many troubles in our lifetime. Some are so great, we are astounded by their appearance, thrown off-guard by their intrusion into our lives. God is always present through each one. He has been there for us in the past; He will continue to do so in the future.  Knowing this, we should be calm, right? Living graceful, unhuried lives, free from worry?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Worry has found its place in my mind many times. It should not have been allowed to set up residence there. However, I invited it in. Thankfully, there have been other times when worry has been replaced by peace. God wants us to trust in Him, trading our fears for His comfort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; If you're worried today, why not ask God to replace your fears with a newfound trust in Him? Matthew 6:34 says, "Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ducks-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:20 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42127.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42127.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42127&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, July 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42114" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42114.html"&gt;Obedience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It happened again last night. It was time to put our oldest son's dog to bed. He sleeps in a crate, specially made just for dogs.  She has been trained to recognize the word "pen" as being the command to get into the crate.  She &lt;em&gt;recognizes&lt;/em&gt; the command, but she doesn't always want to obey. Let me explain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stood near the crate and said, "pen."  Our dog began to walk circles around our table, which happens to be near the crate. Around and around she went, in a slow walk. This has been the case before; she is reluctant to submit to authority. On one of her trips around the table and past the crate, she seemed to even pause to snif the door of the crate--only for an instant--before she continued her circular ritual. Finally, after quite a bit of exercise and some time to think, she walked into the crate, relinquishing her will to mine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why didn't she just go in the crate the first time she was told to? Why did she have to be so stubborn? The crate is a safe haven for her; it protects her from getting into things that might prove harmful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come to think of it, have I ever acted like that? When I've known what God wanted me to do, did I walk in circles instead of obeying? Did I waste a lot of energy mulling it over as I walked? Am I ever stubborn? Resistant? The answer is.....yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God knows what's best for me. I must trust His guidance in my life.  It's so much easier to obey---&lt;em&gt;the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/obedience-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:49 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42114.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42114.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42114&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, July 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42100" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42100.html"&gt;We Who Are Strong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you remember back five years? Ten years? Whenever it was that you came to understand what it meant to give your life to Christ? I can recall the very day. One thing I know--after all these years, I am not the same. I've been growing in the faith; changing, little by little.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back then, I was very blessed to have many people come alongside to help me in my newfound journey. Kindly and patiently, I received instruction and insight from others who were more mature in their walk with God. There are no memories of being slighted or put down in any way for my lack of understanding or zeal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we are strong in one area, we should help those around us who are weak---those who may have "wilted "under the heat and strain of discouragement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am thankful for the mentors that God placed in my life long ago. Their investment in me was a gift from God---one that I was happy to receive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there someone you could be encouraging today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/failing-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:12 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42100.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42100.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42100&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, July 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42088" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42088.html"&gt;Those Who Know Your Name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/bookmark3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been alone somewhere in a crowded store and suddenly you hear a child say, "Dad!!" or "Mom!!" in a loud voice? Even if it doesn't sound like your child, or your child is now an adult---you turn to look.  Why? It's an instant response to the name that connects you to your son or daughter. When you hear the call, you react immediately. Love commands it to be so.  Countless times you have heard your child cry out for you--sometimes in pain, sometimes in great joy----always in recognition and trust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are the precious children of God. As we pray and call out to Him, He hears. He knows immediately. His great love commands it be so. Whether we call to Him in pain or in joy, we can do so with recognition and in trust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We know His Name.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/neverforsaken-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:20 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42088.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42088.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42088&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, July 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42074" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42074.html"&gt;No Condemnation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may have heard it before: "It's your fault."  "You're a failure."  "You ruined it."  Those are certainly not words anyone would want to hear. Sometimes we are honestly able to respond with, "It's not my fault."  But what about those instances when you &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; fail; it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; your fault. What can you do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An apology fitly spoken would be a place to start.  Earnest regret, however,  will not always render a situation whole again. More is needed. Restitution? Perhaps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can be done for the failing heart of humanity? What remedy exists for our sinful nature?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God offers forgiveness through the sacrifice of His Son. He chooses to accept us, if we accept His offer.  We will not be condemned.  Romans 8:1a says, "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/condemnation-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-8626253802479029198?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8626253802479029198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=8626253802479029198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/8626253802479029198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/8626253802479029198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoroughly-equipped-this-really-does.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-6154409996162472573</id><published>2008-07-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:40:34.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42074" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42074.html"&gt;No Condemnation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may have heard it before: "It's your fault."  "You're a failure."  "You ruined it."  Those are certainly not words anyone would want to hear. Sometimes we are honestly able to respond with, "It's not my fault."  But what about those instances when you &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; fail; it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; your fault. What can you do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An apology fitly spoken would be a place to start.  Earnest regret, however,  will not always render a situation whole again. More is needed. Restitution? Perhaps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can be done for the failing heart of humanity? What remedy exists for our sinful nature?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God offers forgiveness through the sacrifice of His Son. He chooses to accept us, if we accept His offer.  We will not be condemned.  Romans 8:1a says, "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/condemnation-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42074.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42074.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42074&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, July 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42065" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42065.html"&gt;The Light Was Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did you see the sun when you awakened this morning? Did you turn on a lamp to illuminate your home when the final rays of light outside were gone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Light.  What is light?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scientists have categorized it, defined it, and manipulated it. Nevertheless, it has remained unchanged since its creation. God (who in Romans 4:17 is described as He who, "calls things that are not as though they were.") knew in the beginning that He was about to make Adam and Eve, complete with eyes that would see and minds that would perceive, light.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17 says, "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the &lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt; of the heavenly &lt;strong&gt;lights&lt;/strong&gt;, who does not change like shifting shadows." Light is a gift from God, enabling us to experience His creation as it is revealed by sight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we enjoy the midday sun, the crescent moon or a campfire under the stars, we should remember--God created the light and He saw that it was good----and He gave it to&lt;em&gt; us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/thelightwasgood2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:08 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42065.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42065.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42065&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, July 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42050" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42050.html"&gt;A Way That Seems Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The area where I live is warm throughout most of the year. Given the toasty climate, insects thrive. Through the years, I've had my confrontations with many. Who ultimately wins? The ants...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They are never quite gone. Even when I think they are, they are just hiding--in close proximity, no doubt. Case in point: one of my sons, whose name I shall not mention, left a glass recently in their bedroom. It had previously contained milk. Now, only a thick film was left, dehydrated and sticky. Looking into it, I saw A LOT of ants. Almost all of them were dead--stuck to the milk film.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Evidently, the contents of the forgotten glass must have looked good, smelled good and tasted good--to an ant. Yes, most likely ONE ant. He probably heralded the fantastic find to another, who called another, and soon the whole crowd was there for the meal of the day. There was just one problem.  It was to be the last meal. Period. Sticky milk at the bottom of a tall glass may have seemed to be the right choice, but it turned out to be the worst possible avenue to follow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about people? Are we like those ants? If we're not careful, temptation may lead us to what looks good, smells good, seems good----but then we find we're stuck, like ants in the milk. It may even have been our friends who ushered us unknowingly to that  point.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we weigh our actions and decisions against what God instructs, we should be capable of making a wise choice. We need not be drawn in to the destructive cycle of worldliness that silently motions us toward the snare, beckoning our feet to make just one more step into the trap that awaits us. He will give us discernment and wisdom, if only we will ask.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/striped2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-6154409996162472573?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6154409996162472573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=6154409996162472573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/6154409996162472573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/6154409996162472573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-condemnation-you-may-have-heard-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-4734406084740740964</id><published>2008-07-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:51:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42021" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42021.html"&gt;Everything Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I stood there singing, a thought came to me. I was among several other participants, lifting our voices, singing songs of praise to God. There must have been a specific song that included scripture, because I began to consider how the words in the Bible are like tools that are available to us. As I am pondering that idea now, the thought of a carpenter comes to mind. With tools ready in his pouch, securly attached to his belt, he is ready to begin the work. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will this board fit? Is it the correct one to use? Out comes the measuring tape. These nails could hold this piece together. Out comes the hammer. Somehow, this area just doesn't look straight. Out comes the level to remove all doubt by revealing any misalignment. Without the tools, the carpenter would be severely limited in his efforts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God has not limited us spiritually. He provides the tools needed by giving us the Bible. By hiding its words in our hearts, we are "strapping" them to our belts. There, they are available to be used to define clarity in aligning our lives with His will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am thankful to have His word available to me each and every day. A wise carpenter would never set out to work without his tools--neither should I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/equip-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42021.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42021.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42021&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, July 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="42007" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42007.html"&gt;Ask&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may know someone who is currently in the military. Some time ago, I heard an illustration that involved visualizing a possible situation in a soldier's life. It went something like this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imagine that an officer is ordered into a battle zone, deep in the lush, green jungle area of a distant country. On arrival, he takes stock of the situation at hand. He realizes that his group of men are not equipped to carry out the orders given. He will need supplies and reinforcements. He takes the walkie talkie in hand and calls the general, relaying his urgent requests.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Could just &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; send out that call and hope to be received? No. It had to be made from one whom certain authority had been given. The soldier had been granted the &lt;em&gt;authority&lt;/em&gt; to ask for what he needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As forgiven children of God, we are like the officer. When we find ourselves in need of anything during our time of service to Him, we can be confident that He will receive our requests.  But what if we never make them? What if we never trust God enough to ask for the reinforcements? What if we are too ashamed to ask, or we feel unworthy to make a request?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does the officer on the field feel unworthy to ask for assistance? Likely, he would be compelled to react in just the opposite manner. With the authority given him to carry out his mission, he would assess the need, and take the steps necessary to communicate that need to his superior.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luke 11:9b says, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;"  We have been given the authority to ask for help.  We have been given the distinct privilege of coming to our loving God with our petitions and our needs. As we carry out the mission of our lives, He is continually available to hear us when we call.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Ask-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:38 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42007.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/42007.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=42007&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, June 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41994" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41994.html"&gt;A Rewarder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is a reward? The dictionary says, "something given or received in return." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This verse was first brought to my attention at a women's gathering several years ago. The guest speaker quoted this scripture, and it has since become very special to me.  Through every experience of my life, my understanding of God is newly developed. I do want to please Him, and &lt;em&gt;believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who seek Him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Hebrews-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:44 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41994.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41994.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41994&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, June 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41979" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41979.html"&gt;Found&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There were so many of them. They had filled an area of the parking lot that day, seeking----and finding.  It was obvious that they were searching for food; diligently, eagerly, single-mindedly searching. They were intent on their quest.  Nourishment was evidently available, and they were there to seek it out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I diligent and eager to find God? Am I single minded about my quest to know Him more? Am I intentional? Seeking? Searching?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently, in a Bible study group, we were challenged to consider what it would be like to have our "theology" match our "reality."  Will I be focused on bringing the truth of God into alignment with my every day, earthly existance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I'm ready---what about you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Found-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 02:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41979.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41979.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41979&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, June 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41974" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41974.html"&gt;Immediately Forgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Distraction. It's everywhere. Do this, look at that. Stop here, go there. Wait---what was I intending to do today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not all battle tactics are the same. Think of a basketball game. While it may be against the rules to just knock someone down to keep them from catching the ball and scoring, distraction is another thing. If the opposing team can succeed in distracting a player from his focus, if only for an instant, it may be enough to keep him from the victory that was well within his grasp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have had several good intentions, many of which that were realized. Sadly, I can also look back and see important plans foiled by seeming procrastination that left opportunities by the wayside, with some impossible to retrieve.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May I not immediately forget God's leading and my most important goals in life, in lieu of luring distractions which seek to draw me off course, away from the victories that await me in serving Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mirror2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:40 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41974.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41974.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41974&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, June 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41961" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41961.html"&gt;Your Ways&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At times I am surprised by something completely new to me. Just a year or so ago, I saw a moonbow for the first time. It was amazing. I didn't know that moonbows existed--that is, until it was plainly visible in the night sky above my house. After a little research, I found several photos of rainbows at night. Somehow, it was just a little unsettling to think I had lived all these years and never known about them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few days ago, a similar situation happened. I cautioned my son not to step barefooted on what looked like the broken end of a large glass Mason jar. Upon further inspection, we realized it wasn't broken glass at all. In fact, the clear, bumpy object in front of us was alive. A sea creature known to God since the creation of the world, but introduced to us just then. How intricate it was! Rows of perfectly aligned "dots" circled the top of this crystal-like specimen. About the size of a pancake, it glistened in the sun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's ways are infinite. As I continue to journey in my walk of faith, I am sometimes met with the new--the unfamiliar; something I hadn't considered yet. From time to time, God allows me the joy of experiencing a new understanding of faith. With the eyes of my heart opened to the revelation before me, I find myself with the feeling of special surprise that comes with the unveiling of yet another of His wondrous ways.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Showme-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41961.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41961.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41961&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, June 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41940" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41940.html"&gt;The Force of the Wind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful, peaceful afternoon. Such majestic calmness, as the water steadily met the shore in even, rhythmic pulses. Birds flew overhead with effortless stillness as the sun was beginning its descent in the west. Companion to this serenity was a reminder of man's increasing wisdom.  Just beyond the swaying stalks of foliage, across the distant waters, was the NASA  launch  area. Two majestic tower-like structures loomed on the horizon, awaiting their next assignment to usher a symbol of Earth heavenward.  A testament of human knowledge and understanding, their presence conveyed a silent contrast between God's ultimate power and the limited grasp of the human mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/TheForceoftheWind-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41940.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41940.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41940&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, June 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41913" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41913.html"&gt;Left Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They left everything.  They followed Jesus.  Who were they? Peter, James and John. Where did they go? Wherever Jesus told them to. Why did they leave? They had heard Jesus speaking to the people, they had witnessed a miraculous catch of fish and He had told them, "Do not be afraid; from now on you will catch men." With that, they left. It was the beginning of a great adventure with God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I ready to get out of the boat?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To lay the net down?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To go?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To follow?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/lefteverything-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41913.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41913.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41913&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-4734406084740740964?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4734406084740740964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=4734406084740740964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4734406084740740964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4734406084740740964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-good-as-i-stood-there.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-7041446608118391075</id><published>2008-06-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:57:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41899" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41899.html"&gt;The Ram's Horn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You probably know the feeling---God has allowed you to be a part of something that brings honor and glory to His Name. Perhaps you were part of a Christian rescue team after the onslaught of a terrible storm.  &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;We thank God for you. If it&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hadn't been for your skills in that boat, our daughter wouldn't have made it.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, for training me all those years in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the Coast Guard." &lt;/em&gt; You might have been the teacher that helped the discouraged 5th grader through a particularly difficult time in his life. "Without your encouragement to me back then, I doubt I wouldv'e ever become a doctor." &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, for giving me patience with that boy, day after day."   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Is there an electrician here that could help us with the lights?"  &lt;em&gt;"Lord, I think I can help them."  &lt;/em&gt;We need someone to come to the nursery and help with the toddlers."  &lt;em&gt;Lord, would you like me to go?"&lt;/em&gt;  God gives us our talent; we choose to give it back to Him in His service, in His timing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Imagine a child born in the time of ancient Jericho, learning to purse his lips in just a certain way in order to create the characteristic blast of the ram's horn.  One day---one very important day---he is called upon to use his ability in obedience to God.  He will sound the horn at the very moment he is instructed to, heralding God's victory for the children of Israel. &lt;em&gt;"Thank you, God, that you allowed me to be among those who blew the horns."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As we praise God by using the abilities God has given us for His glory, we experience a joy that is like no other. Knowing in our hearts that we have pleased God in our obedience as we watch Him take our offering of service and use it to touch others' lives is almost indescribable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What talents and abilities has God granted to you?  Will you choose to offer them gratefully back to Him?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sramshorn-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:02 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41899.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41899.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41899&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, June 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41883" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41883.html"&gt;Changed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was so delicate looking. There, resting on a leaf, was a small feather. Once it had been a part of daily flight, of sightseeing from heights above-- present at every nest building and quest for food. Now, it was only a gentle reminder of its former state. What bird did it come from? I will never know. Certainly, I can be sure of one thing---the bird is not here, yet the feather is a testament to its brief time near my home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, we will leave behind all things needed on this earth and claim a heavenly existance prepared for us by God. Our bodies will be renewed, our hearts made to perfectly align with the will of the Father. We will abandon the former things in order to be transformed into the likeness of Christ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sleep-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41883.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41883.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41883&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, June 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41873" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41873.html"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nehemiah 4:14 says, "When I saw their fear, I rose and spoke to the nobles, the officials, and the rest of the people: 'Do not be afraid of them; remember the Lord who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons, your daughters, your wives, and your houses.'"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thankfully, most of us are not protecting our families from physical battles in our neighborhoods. Yet, we are part of a battle--a spiritual battle.  Just this past weekend, I heard someone speaking about the contentions of the unseen world around us.  So what's all the fighting about?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be sure, Satan does not want our families to prosper. He does not want us to grow more firmly rooted in our relationship with God. With weapons of temptation, discouragement and doubt, he pummels us at every turn. Our defense? The armor of God. He is our covering. He goes before us, mighty and strong in battle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As we face the wily schemes of the enemy, we must "remember the Lord who is great and awesome." He will be our shield.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May He grant us heavenly peace and calm in the midst of our daily struggle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Remember-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41873.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41873.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41873&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, June 19, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41857" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41857.html"&gt;Anxious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does anything ever upset you? As I was struggling with my own emotional response to something this evening, I remembered---God doesn't want me to worry about anything. I picked up a New Testament that was nearby. As I began reading, there it was! "Do not be anxious about anyhing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." (Philippians 4:6) I had not been looking for this passage, yet God led me there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's word is real and alive, because God is real and alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/anxious-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:27 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41857.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41857.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41857&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-7041446608118391075?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7041446608118391075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=7041446608118391075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7041446608118391075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7041446608118391075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/rams-horn-you-probably-know-feeling-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-7994656781030789600</id><published>2008-06-19T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:51:37.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="titleBlock"&gt;&lt;div id="title"&gt;PICTURE  MY  THOUGHTS ..by Myra Johnson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="slogan"&gt;- Personal reflections and photos displaying the Christian journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, June 18, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41839" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41839.html"&gt;The Glory of the LORD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mercy Me is a contemporary Christian music group. Their song, "I Can Only Imagine" has brought me to tears many times as I pondered my loved ones' eternal experience as well as my own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I dance for You, Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I stand in Your presence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or to my knees will I fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I sing hallelujah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only imagine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Theglory-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:53 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41839.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41839.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41839&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, June 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41811" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41811.html"&gt;When He is Old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The room was very crowded. Between three and four hundred people were standing, facing a group of singers and instrumentalists on a stage. A small rock concert? No.  A charity benefit? No.  It was the final praise gathering of a local Christian camp after several days of retreat and seclusion to focus on God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the band played, the students sang and jumped. With syncronized uniformity, they used identical motions they had learned to accentuate the lyrics of the songs. As I stood near the back, I noticed a very tall young man in front of me. He was about 6 foot, four inches tall, about 17 years old and built like a football player. Since I am quite short, he towered above me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the singing time, an even TALLER man with gray hair and a gray beard entered the room and stood beside this student. It was obvious to me that this was probably a father and son. As the service progressed, the older man tried to do all the motions, even though it was apparent that he had not seen them before. Many times, the son would look over to him and smile or slap him lightly on the shoulder. After being away from each other for several days, they were glad to be in each other's presence again, and praising God together. It was a wonderful, touching sight for me to behold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I couldn't help myself--when the service ended, I asked the man if he was indeed the father. He was. We talked briefly about the encounter I had just witnessed. When I mentioned the movements to the songs he had so willingly attempted (and did I mention that the band was so loud you could hardly hear yourself talk?) he replied, "It's more of his style than mine."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What an example to me of becoming all things to all people in order to further the kingdom of God. If this tall, muscular man could come into a jam packed room of jumping youth and join his son in a declaration of praise that involved loud music and unfamiliar motion patterns, should I do anything less? He was meeting his son where he was in his walk with God, and encouraging his relationship with His heavenly Father. In so doing, he was securing a bond with his son that would not easily be broken. You could see the love between these two as they worshiped together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May I never forget that God allowed me to view this encounter. I know I wasn't standing there by accident. It's as if God could have spoken to me and said, "Watch this." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loud music? Sure. Silly video? Let's see it.  Invite your friends for a sleep over and devotion time?  .....Yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What joy will I have in my heart to know when my children are old, they have not departed from their faith in our everlasting Father.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/trainup-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41811.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41811.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41811&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, June 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41796" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41796.html"&gt;Without Cost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suppose you were to win a grand prize sweepstakes this month. Five days on a luxurious cruise ship; all expenses paid. You and your family redeem your winning status and enjoy a wonderful time basking in the sun, dining under the stars and visiting exotic islands along the way. It was all free---or was it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone had to pay. It was given to you at no charge, but yet the resources you enjoyed were purchased somehow.  It was freely given for you to experience, however, there was a price.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus paid the price for our admittance into Heaven when He willingly chose to die in our place on the cross.  We must "drink of the water of life" that He offers us and accept His gift of eternal life--all expenses paid--&lt;em&gt;by Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/withoutcost-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41796.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41796.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41796&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, June 15, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41782" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41782.html"&gt;My Commands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was raining lightly. The temperature was mild.  Since it was Father's Day, my husband decided he would choose a place to spend some time together with me and our youngest son.  He chose a familiar lakeside park. With the overcast sky, the water was transformed into a sea of brown. The squirrels scampered from tree to tree. The water birds flew effortlessly from one destination to the other. As tiny droplets fell softly on the lush foliage, life was continuing it's unhurried pace among the creatures who called the waterfront home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our son wanted to venture out onto the docks. Just dad and boy, they walked above the calm movement of the water surrounding them, creating a simple memory that would exist beyond the passing of the moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As parents, we invest our lives into our children; teaching them, protecting them and admonishing them toward faith in God. It is a worthy task, one with eternal reward.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/wootenpark-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:35 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41782.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41782.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41782&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, June 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41765" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41765.html"&gt;Depth of the Riches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, I witnessed a rare and beautiful thing--a change of heart and attitude in another's life.  An answer to something that I had prayed about for quite a long time was unmistakably present. Though not in complete fullness of everything I'd hoped for, I knew God was working in a wonderful way toward the fulfillment of my prayer. As I began to understand what God had begun, I was filled with gratitude over the realization of what was transpiring. I know so very little. God knows so very much. He knows the avenues that lead to understanding. He knows the specific route needed in order for us to arrive at a particular spiritual destination. God's wisdom is perfect and His love for us is......everlasting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/DepthoftheRiches-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:11 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41765.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41765.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41765&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, June 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41747" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41747.html"&gt;The Peace of Christ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When someone or something "rules," what does that mean to you? I think of the king of the jungle ruling, or being the strongest of the animals. Winning sports teams may boast of "ruling."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The dictionary defines &lt;em&gt;rule&lt;/em&gt; in several ways. Two of the definitions stood out:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;"the customary or normal circumstance, occurrence, manner, practice, quality, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the rule rather than the exception." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;"control, government, or dominion"&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If the peace of Christ is to rule in our hearts, should this peace be a normal occurrence of our day to day living? Should this peace that only Jesus can give control and govern my heart?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Help us, Lord, to have calmed hearts, filled with Your peace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Peace-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:16 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41747.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41747.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41747&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, June 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41718" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41718.html"&gt;My Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Mylove-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41718.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41718.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41718&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, June 10, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41694" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41694.html"&gt;Return Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A man from whom Jesus had cast out demons begged to go with Him as He was leaving the city.  Jesus told him to "Return home and tell how much God has done for you."  What do you suppose that man did? He obeyed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luke 8:39b says, "So the man went away and told all over town how much Jesus had done for him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What has Jesus done for me? If I wrote a book in effort to list it all, it would be incomplete; for by the time of printing, He would have done more. We are blessed with the magnificent love of God. I have a story to tell. Do you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ReturnHome-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41694.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41694.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41694&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, June 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41677" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41677.html"&gt;Each Other's Burdens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What do you think of when you hear the word &lt;em&gt;burden&lt;/em&gt;? One thing that comes to my mind is an animal with traveling bags placed securely on its back. Another thought might be the mountain climber with a huge and bulging backpack strapped on tightly. Both scenarios have something in common--weight. Uncomfortable weight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What if there were two animals to carry the load instead of one? A second adventurous companion to shoulder the needed supplies for the climb? What a difference it would make!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't have to look very far into my past in order to find the memory of someone coming alongside me at a time when the heaviness of life was a difficult weight to bear. In fact, throughout the years there have been so many people who have helped me carry my load. Some were my friends; others I hardly knew, yet they willingly came to my aid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In each instance, I feel that God was caring for me through the loving help of each individual. Think back---who were the people that God placed in your life to help you bear your burdens? Galatians 6:2 says, "Bear one another's burdens, and thus fulfill the law of Christ."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/burdens-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:40 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41677.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41677.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41677&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, June 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41661" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41661.html"&gt;Good Fruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You may have heard someone say, “You can know a tree by its fruit.” That's actually a biblical reference to understanding certain people by their actions. Matthew 7:16a says, “By their fruit you will recognize them.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I would have to agree. If I see a tree with oranges on it--- even if I had mistakenly identified it as a different type before---I know that it's an orange tree. We have several in our neighborhood. Leaves may mimic the shape and size of a similar tree, but if it's got oranges... there's no doubt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Did you know that you can know a tree by it's sound? Well, almost. Actually, you can know what's going on &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; a tree by the sounds coming from it. Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;It happens every year. We have several trees on our property. At just the prescribed time, the trees begin to produce their flowers. These are large trees that we often walk under, but not so much at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; time. Why? Because the trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;hum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; A very LOUD hum. Sort of like a small motor.  A motor being powered by hundreds of bee wings—that could mean hundreds of bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;stings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;The bees are doing their assigned task in the work of pollination. They know before I do that the branches are going through some radical, post winter changes. The old is being replaced by the new and plans are already in the making for the burst of color that is inevitable. Now, in case I hadn't noticed, the bees herald the news of this change with the only means they have available—their presence and the song of their wings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;What about people? Can we know what's going on inside them by the sounds coming from their vicinity? What does it mean to hear the giggles and squeals of a group of children gathered around an aged grandfather who's giving piggy back rides at a family reunion in the park? Do we hear kindness and love? Acceptance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;There are many clues to the mystery of a person's heart--- who they are and who they are becoming.. Some are visual, some are not. The question is, will we take the time to look into another's life, or perhaps even listen for the “hum” beneath the branches of their soul?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/goodfruit-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 04:58 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41661.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41661.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41661&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, June 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41654" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html"&gt;For By Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you look at the picture below, you might think it was a photo of a &lt;em&gt;very soft&lt;/em&gt;, finely knitted, hand-made blanket. At a nearby mall, I love to visit a certain store that sells ultra soft baby blankets. Their texture has such a delicate feel. It almost defies description.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the many things we have learned to fashion through the ages cannot compare to God's original designs. Everything that we "create" is simply a reiteration of what God has already done. We plant gardens with His soil and with His seed. We build tall buildings with metal and stone that we manufacture from the earth. He gives us the pencils and then, we draw. All that we aspire to begins with God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So who made the southwestern looking blanket? God did--only it's not a blanket at all. Two identical moths were visiting our home a couple of nights ago. With wings as colorful and soft as a baby's blanket, they perused the outer walls of our garage. As though a visual gift from God to me, they posed for a late night portrait. Such beauty and uniformity. By Him, all things were created.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Created-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41654&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, June 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41631" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html"&gt;The Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had the opportunity to speak to someone today about my faith. They had been very concerned about where they were destined to go once they died.  I shared with them the fact that there are many views in the world concerning this very thing. That being said, I clarified the convictions that I hold: there is only one way to spend eternity with God in Heaven. That way is through Jesus Christ.  God sent His only Son, Jesus, to live a sinless life on the Earth and die on the cross in our place in payment for our transgressions. If we repent of our sin and ask for His forgiveness, He will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you concerned about what will happen someday when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; die?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/TheWay-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41631&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, June 05, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41614" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html"&gt;Tree of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yearning. Longing. Wishing. Hoping. There are so many words that describe that earnest feeling of the heart. Sometimes it is accompanied by "If only" or perhaps "when."  &lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; I'm out of school, &lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; I could get that promotion...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another word comes to mind, also. Jubilant. Jubilant? Yes. As the yearning is replaced with the knowledge of the dream come true and hope is confirmed in brilliant reality, jubilation is the natural result. Jubilant people, filled with gratitude, are awash with wellness at that moment. Have you ever seen a gold medalist look anything less than radiant when they are presented with their award? What about the look of joy on a father's face as he spots his only son in the airport returning home from military service?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many times our hoping and yearning are matters of prayer. We petition God with our requests; we speak to Him often about our longing in a matter. In trusting Him, we wait for an answer to our concerns. God, in His wisdom, grants us blessings as He sees fit.  As we realize how He is moving in our lives and in the lives of others, we are encouraged. We experience life-giving jubilation as we see the hand of God at work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/life-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41614&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, June 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41602" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html"&gt;A Generous Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Generous-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41602&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, June 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41576" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html"&gt;Perfect Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I heard a story today about a young boy who had a very bad dream. Even though he had awakened, he still believed his bed was surrounded by tigers. His Dad came to his young son's room and listened to him tell about the wild animals.  With compassionate understanding, the father comforted the frightened child. He could have dismissed his fear and made him to feel hurt and misunderstood. Instead, he seized the opportunity to show true, genuine love for his son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not many of us feel that we are surrounded by tigers---or do we? The tiger of finances, the tiger of illness; perhaps the tiger of lonliness. When we recognize fear in another's life, we can dismiss their feelings or we can take the initiative to show sincere love and understanding.  Perfect love casts out fear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/PerfectLove-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41576&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, June 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41561" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41561.html"&gt;For These Commands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/weddingrainbow08044-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once again, I was driving and praying this morning. As I lifted my petition up to God, I had an instant of discouragement. The thought of another's seeming lack of human ability in a situation had presented itself for verification.  Immediately, the verse in the Bible about God being stronger in our weakness came to mind.  I found the reference this evening. In II Corinthians, chapter 12, verse 9, it says, "... My power is made perfect in &lt;strong&gt;weakness&lt;/strong&gt;."  This reminder of God's power brought comfort and hope to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's word is a guide to us. A light for the present day, it illuminates even the past as we reflect on what has come to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-7994656781030789600?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7994656781030789600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=7994656781030789600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7994656781030789600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7994656781030789600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-my-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-7053516994088739052</id><published>2008-06-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:34:48.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41654" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html"&gt;For By Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you look at the picture below, you might think it was a photo of a &lt;em&gt;very soft&lt;/em&gt;, finely knitted, hand-made blanket. At a nearby mall, I love to visit a certain store that sells ultra soft baby blankets. Their texture has such a delicate feel. It almost defies description.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the many things we have learned to fashion through the ages cannot compare to God's original designs. Everything that we "create" is simply a reiteration of what God has already done. We plant gardens with His soil and with His seed. We build tall buildings with metal and stone that we manufacture from the earth. He gives us the pencils and then, we draw. All that we aspire to begins with God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So who made the southwestern looking blanket? God did--only it's not a blanket at all. Two identical moths were visiting our home a couple of nights ago. With wings as colorful and soft as a baby's blanket, they perused the outer walls of our garage. As though a visual gift from God to me, they posed for a late night portrait. Such beauty and uniformity. By Him, all things were created.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Created-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41654.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41654&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, June 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41631" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html"&gt;The Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had the opportunity to speak to someone today about my faith. They had been very concerned about where they were destined to go once they died.  I shared with them the fact that there are many views in the world concerning this very thing. That being said, I clarified the convictions that I hold: there is only one way to spend eternity with God in Heaven. That way is through Jesus Christ.  God sent His only Son, Jesus, to live a sinless life on the Earth and die on the cross in our place in payment for our transgressions. If we repent of our sin and ask for His forgiveness, He will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you concerned about what will happen someday when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; die?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/TheWay-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41631.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41631&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, June 05, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41614" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html"&gt;Tree of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yearning. Longing. Wishing. Hoping. There are so many words that describe that earnest feeling of the heart. Sometimes it is accompanied by "If only" or perhaps "when."  &lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; I'm out of school, &lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; I could get that promotion...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another word comes to mind, also. Jubilant. Jubilant? Yes. As the yearning is replaced with the knowledge of the dream come true and hope is confirmed in brilliant reality, jubilation is the natural result. Jubilant people, filled with gratitude, are awash with wellness at that moment. Have you ever seen a gold medalist look anything less than radiant when they are presented with their award? What about the look of joy on a father's face as he spots his only son in the airport returning home from military service?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many times our hoping and yearning are matters of prayer. We petition God with our requests; we speak to Him often about our longing in a matter. In trusting Him, we wait for an answer to our concerns. God, in His wisdom, grants us blessings as He sees fit.  As we realize how He is moving in our lives and in the lives of others, we are encouraged. We experience life-giving jubilation as we see the hand of God at work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/life-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:52 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41614.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41614&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, June 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41602" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html"&gt;A Generous Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Generous-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41602.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41602&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, June 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41576" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html"&gt;Perfect Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I heard a story today about a young boy who had a very bad dream. Even though he had awakened, he still believed his bed was surrounded by tigers. His Dad came to his young son's room and listened to him tell about the wild animals.  With compassionate understanding, the father comforted the frightened child. He could have dismissed his fear and made him to feel hurt and misunderstood. Instead, he seized the opportunity to show true, genuine love for his son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not many of us feel that we are surrounded by tigers---or do we? The tiger of finances, the tiger of illness; perhaps the tiger of lonliness. When we recognize fear in another's life, we can dismiss their feelings or we can take the initiative to show sincere love and understanding.  Perfect love casts out fear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/PerfectLove-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41576.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41576&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, June 02, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41561" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41561.html"&gt;For These Commands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/weddingrainbow08044-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once again, I was driving and praying this morning. As I lifted my petition up to God, I had an instant of discouragement. The thought of another's seeming lack of human ability in a situation had presented itself for verification.  Immediately, the verse in the Bible about God being stronger in our weakness came to mind.  I found the reference this evening. In II Corinthians, chapter 12, verse 9, it says, "... My power is made perfect in &lt;strong&gt;weakness&lt;/strong&gt;."  This reminder of God's power brought comfort and hope to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God's word is a guide to us. A light for the present day, it illuminates even the past as we reflect on what has come to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-7053516994088739052?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7053516994088739052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=7053516994088739052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7053516994088739052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7053516994088739052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-by-him-if-you-look-at-picture-below.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-6815901652868914945</id><published>2008-06-01T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:07:56.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41547" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41547.html"&gt;And God Said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/AndGodSaid-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today I heard someone speaking about faith and what types of things we really know for sure in our lives. One thing we all agreed on--- we didn't will ourselves to be here on this Earth, or anywhere else. The point was brought out that 60,000 miles of blood vessels are contained in the human body. That's amazing.  We didn't choose that; nor did we select any of the other attributes of our being. So who did?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can't deny that we exist and that we do so in a world full of life. The birds, the fish---the animals that roam the mountains and fields. Where did it all begin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; God's word tells us that He is the creator.  By faith, we may choose to believe that He is.  By faith, we may choose to accept His love. By faith, we may trust  that He sustains all that exists.  He is God.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41547.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41547.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41547&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, June 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41538" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41538.html"&gt;Songs of Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/tears-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:31 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41538.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41538.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41538&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, May 31, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41524" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41524.html"&gt;The Lamp of the Lord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The area we live in has many lakes, orange groves and farms. You could get lost if you weren't well informed about your destination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If someone is lost at night, an interesting thing may occur.  A search helicopter will fly overhead, shining its VERY large and VERY bright beam onto the ground. The beam of light is so intense, it's as if a cone of light has formed a passageway from the craft above to the earth below. It would be difficult to avoid exposure by this traveling search light, once the pilots have  decided which surroundings should be explored.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As they soar overhead, sometimes circling in the dark sky, I somtimes feel a small amount of anxiety. I might ponder, "Who could be lost? Has something gone wrong? What if that light shines right down on me and the dog I'm walking?"  Will that be frightening if it really happened?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about my heart? Is it so in order that God's own searchlight could visit and illuminate my innermost thoughts and feelings and find little fault there? Is it still cluttered with unimportant endeavors and regrets of  the past? If so, I should find the strength in Him to conquer any dissapointment or distraction away from what God has shown me to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Lamp-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:42 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41524.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41524.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41524&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, May 29, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41505" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41505.html"&gt;Do Not Be Afraid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Earlier this month, I was feeling apprehensive. As I was praying, I thought about visualizing Jesus sitting right beside me in the car.  It was a comforting thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you ever feel alone in a situation? Perhaps there are others with you, but you sense the weight of responsibility in that moment. God will not leave you to shoulder the tasks without Him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Afraid-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:08 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41505.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41505.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41505&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-6815901652868914945?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6815901652868914945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=6815901652868914945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/6815901652868914945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/6815901652868914945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-god-said-today-i-heard-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-7250568629865771535</id><published>2008-05-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:38:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41493" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41493.html"&gt;My Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lyrics to an old hymn read, "And the things of Earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace." Songs that I have sung in church as a child have remained in my mind. Music has a way of embedding itself into memory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some recollections help me to see that I have changed through the years. I no longer feel strongly about some things; issues that seemed trivial in the past are now of great importance.  I know God is shaping me and helping me to grow. As I come to understand Him more, concerns of the world do begin to lose their hold on my attention. Like sorting through a pan of dried beans and peas, separating them into two containers, I continually strive to accurately identify each circumstance in my life and place it in the proper perspective---important for eternity or....not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I were to self-examine each facet of my life through inner reflection, I think I would be aware of an on-going process of dimming. As I  begin to understand the heart of God-- His mercy and His grace--my eyes are drawn more to Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He is my light.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/MyLight-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:03 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41493.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41493.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41493&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, May 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41477" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41477.html"&gt;Consider &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were sitting in our car on a parking lot.  My son and I were enjoying watching the birds come and go. Because of the recent rain, there was a sizeable puddle close by, providing much needed water for our airborne friends.   One bird had found a large piece of ....something.  Flying away with his prized meal, the weight was just too much for the grasp of his beak.  As the food hit the ground, it broke into pieces, scattering on the pavement. At that point, SEVERAL birds were able to join the dinner party.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I suspect this scenario repeats itself daily. In some way or another, the birds are fed. I wonder how many &lt;em&gt;millions&lt;/em&gt; of birds there are in this country alone. So who's in charge of caring for them? Is anyone assigned the task?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is God who feeds and cares for them.  We are told in Luke 12:24: "Consider the ravens; they do not sow or reap. They have no storeroom or barn; yet God  feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is faithful to supply our needs as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ravens-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:30 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41477.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41477.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41477&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, May 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41470" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41470.html"&gt;Victory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Victory-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My grandmother's brother was in the first World War. I have many pictures of him. As a child, I visited his home. A chair that sat in his living room now sits in my kitchen. A huge picture of him aboard the USS Mongolia captured my youthful attention as I explored my uncle's wall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Details of his experiences while defending our country were handed down to me. I'm sorry for the things he had to go through; yet I am thankful for the freedom we have now in this country, and for the freedom that was purchased even then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God protected my uncle; he came home from his many travels and lived to old age. God also protected our nation in that war, and the ones that have occurred since.  Truly, the victory belongs to the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41470.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41470.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41470&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, May 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41456" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41456.html"&gt;Good Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Has a florist's shop ever delivered flowers to your door? You might have been asked, "Are you Mrs. Smith?" or "Are you Mr. Jones?"  You are either thrilled or disappointed to give your honest answer. One way, the gift is yours; another way and it isn't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, a similar thing happened to me.  A man walking toward me with a florist's box asked me the "Are you...?" question. Happily, I was able to say, "Yes."  A beautiful cream rose adorned with tiny lavender blooms and a lovely blue ribbon had been awaiting my positive answer. I reached out my hand and accepted my gift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is a gift awaiting you from God. Through the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, He has purchased forgiveness for you and a promise of life eternal with Him in Heaven. You may have thought such a gift was not available to you. Do you sense His presence in your heart ?  Do you hear the quiet words, "Are you...?  This gift of forgiveness is for you. Won't you take it?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope your answer will be, "Yes."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/corsage2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41456.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41456.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41456&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, May 24, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41451" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41451.html"&gt;Dwelling of Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you ever feel &lt;em&gt;small?&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes at night, when the sky seems so big, I do feel small with my two feet planted on the soil of this Earth, held from floating off into oblivion by God's anchor of gravity.  Rainbows seem to put my size to the test,too. (I always lose.) Magnificent and glorious, they appear to form a portal from one part of the planet to the other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was almost finished shopping when the thunder began. It was raining as I pushed my cart laden with my purchases toward my car. I saw the rainbow almost immediately. After hurriedly putting my things away in the trunk, I witnessed the forming of one of the brightest rainbows I have ever seen. Majestically forming an arch across the wide, expansive sky, it glowed with vibrancy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the way home, I was thankful God had allowed me to see what He had just made moments before. He knows how happy and excited I get when I see a rainbow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When Jesus returns someday, I can imagine what the sky will look like, filled with the Heavenly Host. Do I sometimes feel small? Yes, but my God is BIG. He gently reminds us of His power with the creation of a radiantly glowing rainbow on a  stormy day.&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/rainbow3-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:43 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41451.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41451.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41451&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, May 24, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41442" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41442.html"&gt;One Flesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I attended a wedding rehearsal today. The church was peaceful and inviting. The warm tones of the wooden planks that arched in the ceiling gave subtle ambience to the occasion. A small fountain in the courtyard outside bubbled softly, drawing my attention to its position and form. It was a comforting place. It was &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; somehow---nothing artificial.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I think of it now, that's how I might describe the ceremony preparation. Attitudes seemed peaceful and genuinely warm. Sincere smiles and bubbling laughter were present throughout the evening. It was a comfortable gathering. It felt real--not artificial.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is that how it's supposed to be when two people are to be wed? I think so. Genesis 2:24 says, "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh."  Nothing artificial sounding there; just closeness and transparancy united with love and faithfulness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/OneFlesh-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:54 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41442.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41442.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41442&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, May 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41427" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41427.html"&gt;Delight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For He has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isaiah 61:10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/delight2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:10 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41427.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41427.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41427&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, May 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41400" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41400.html"&gt;The Plans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tonight our son was given an important achievement award at a lovely banquet.  Just over two years ago, I never would've imagined this evening. At that time, no indication was present to point to the skill that God has allowed him to develop in so short a time. Because of the sudden appearance of this talent in his life, it was obvious that God had given him a special gift at just the time He intended to; no one anticipated it's arrival, yet God's delivery was not early--nor was it late.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Hidden deeply within the chest of possibilities is the treasure of all that God intends us to be, revealed as many faceted jewels, enabling us to do His will in His timing. From the prickly cactus, seemingly forever green and barren, comes a burst of brilliant yellow, with blooms unexpected by some, yet fully anticipated by our Heavenly Creator.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/plans-1-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41400.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41400.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41400&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, May 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41377" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41377.html"&gt;Many Waters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Romans 8:38 and 39 says, "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/quench-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:06 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41377.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41377.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41377&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, May 19, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41365" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41365.html"&gt;Peace Within Your Walls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Often as I'm driving home, I listen to the radio. On this particular late afternoon, I was privileged to hear an encouraging broadcast. The speaker told an interesting story about a man named Bob. Bob had remarked that when his children left home, he and his wife would just sit and “listen to the laughter in the walls.” I began to cry as I considered all the many voices and sounds of the past “residing” in my own walls—the giggles of the birthday parties, the welcome home barks of our beloved dogs, the bedtime stories and the good night “I love you”s---the treble pitches of the voices of children, the deep bass tones that marked their journey to manhood. There are other sounds as well; words of disappointment, misunderstanding and frustration, common to many families, I'm sure. Through it all, the sonance of prayer, spoken and silent, is gently intertwined with the rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My walls have witnessed the unrelenting passage of time---time that God has so graciously blessed us with. May our walls forever resound with the speech of praise as we live and grow older in His grasp. May they also give testimony of His great faithfulness, acceptance and love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Peacewithin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     published: 10:13 |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-7250568629865771535?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7250568629865771535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=7250568629865771535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7250568629865771535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/7250568629865771535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-light-lyrics-to-old-hymn-read-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-2213237486750786820</id><published>2008-05-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:37:04.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41339" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41339.html"&gt;You Gave Them Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A couple of days ago, someone asked me a question. Not just any question. A question that caught my attention and has left me pondering the answer for about 48 hours now. If someone quietly turns to you and speaks, that's one thing; if you hear your name on the public address system of a filled sports stadium, well....that's another thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I didn't actually hear words directed to me through booming speakers, but for me, it was that rousing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The question began, “Why aren't you.......?” The inquiry was about what I am doing in my life in obedience to God, or rather, quite possibly, what I am not doing. It was as if I was standing aimlessly holding a canteen of water in a dry desert. Someone walked by and asked me why I wasn't sharing my water with the thirsty people around me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All I could do was trip over my words and mention how I had actually been “giving water out” in past years. Finally, I admitted to them and to myself that “dispensing water” is actually where my heart is, although I'm not really doing it NOW.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Here's the problem; I've been hiding the water. Why? Could it be fear of the unknown? Uncertainty about where water is actually needed? I'm not quite sure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Bible shows the goodness of God to the children of Israel in the book of Nehemiah, chapter 9, verses 19 and 20:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-12531"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; "Because of your great compassion you did not abandon them in the desert. By day the pillar of cloud did not cease to guide them on their path, nor the pillar of fire by night to shine on the way they were to take. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-12532"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; You gave your good Spirit to instruct them. You did not withhold your manna from their mouths, and you gave them water for their thirst."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I pray that God will give me wisdom about "my question" in the days and weeks to come. I pray that I will have the courage and strength from Him to be obedient in all things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/thirst-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-2213237486750786820?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2213237486750786820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=2213237486750786820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/2213237486750786820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/2213237486750786820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-gave-them-water-couple-of-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-4214616652830792723</id><published>2008-05-28T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:35:57.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41332" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41332.html"&gt;A Thousand Hills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/cattle.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-4214616652830792723?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4214616652830792723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=4214616652830792723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4214616652830792723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/4214616652830792723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/thousand-hills.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-3770566217363644354</id><published>2008-05-17T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:30:59.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Friday, May 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41313" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41313.html"&gt;Search Your Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Psalm 4:4 says, "In your anger do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/searchsilent.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:07 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41313.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41313.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41313&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, May 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41299" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41299.html"&gt;Our Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Years ago, I was employed as a secretary. The man I worked for was a tour guide for a travel agency.  Vacationing explorers could go halfway around the globe and learn about their new surroundings firsthand from my boss. Promotional literature would even have cover statements like, "Tour Italy with Gilbert Schnalden." (not his real name, or the country)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although I never went on such an excursion, I could safely assume that the travelers he led from one interesting site to another found assurance and comfort in his knowledge of the culture, the land and it's people. They surely must have &lt;em&gt;trusted &lt;/em&gt;him. To have gone alone on their trip to an unknown destination would have been frightening, to say the least.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I may not have been on many far away vacations in my life, but I am on a constant journey. Each day brings its own possibilities and challenges. I can never know for sure what God may have planned for me to experience. One thing I know; I wouldn't want to take this trip without a guide. It would just be too frightening. Who could  I trust to be my guide on such an endeavor? God is the only choice, and He promises to be there when I need Him, from beginning to end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which way should I go? Where do I turn? My Guide will tell me, one intersection at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/guide.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:22 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41299.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41299.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41299&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, May 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41283" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41283.html"&gt;Faith in Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Are you ready for the test? First question: &lt;em&gt;What does a Christian look like?&lt;/em&gt;   "Hmmm. Well, they all talk like...I mean, they all just seem to.....Uh, of course, they would all have....  Okay. What's question two??"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's not that easy to consider, is it? (Question two was easy.) Once we have made the choice to believe God's plan of salvation through Jesus, His Son, why don't we look like someone else who has made the same decision? In many ways, we do; in many ways, we don't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's say that older gentleman who always wears a heavy suitcoat to church (even in the summer) has been a Christian since he was 27.  The young lady you saw last week working at the Crisis Pregnancy Center is truly devoted to her Lord and Savior. Funny thing, though; she has a tatoo on her arm and a pierced lip... Your cousin, who has gone on several mission trips to the Northwest, wears way too much turquoise jewelry, even when it doesn't match his shirt. Could they all possibly fit into the same category?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really like roses. God created a beautiful thing when He fashioned the rose. The red rose. The yellow rose. The pink rose. The large rose. The tiny rose. What about, say, the carnation? It's beautiful, too, AND it just happens to be a flower--just as the rose is a flower.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our brother or sister in Christ may be more like us than we think. They may just be a rose in the budding stage, with not too many petals showing. They may bloom into a brilliant yellow to one day compliment our ruby red as we serve the Lord with our differing "color."  The Christian colleagues at work may appear to be multi-faceted carnations with blended pastel shades, but when it comes right down to it, well, you have to admit, they are flowers, after all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon closer inspection, I think we will find that a Christian is reflecting the character of Christ in what they do and what they say. Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in Me will do what I have been doing."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/FaithinMe.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:41 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41283.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41283.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41283&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-3770566217363644354?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3770566217363644354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=3770566217363644354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/3770566217363644354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/3770566217363644354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-may-16-2008-search-your-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-5394878685660271622</id><published>2008-05-12T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:35:56.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41265" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41265.html"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Faith. What is faith? Is it trust? Is it just believing something? The dictionary states that faith is "the trust in God and in His promises as made through Christ and the Scriptures by which humans are justified or saved." Could we trust in God and yet fail to trust His promises? We can never be justified by our own merit, but through the sacrifice made by Jesus on the cross, we are set free.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/faith.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:37 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41265.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41265.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41265&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, May 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41241" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41241.html"&gt;My Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A glad heart. It cannot be purchased. I am reminded of a children's story from years ago where a woman searching for contentment entered a large department store. It seemed that anything ever desired could be found there. She asked the clerk, "Where do you keep the happy hearts?" With regret, she was told they had none to sell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are a parent, what makes your heart glad today? Among God's greatest blessings is to know that your children are walking with God, with heart's tender toward Him. Is there a greater wisdom to attain? Is there a more pertinent  joy to possess as we consider our role in their lives?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/myson.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:22 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41241.html#comments"&gt;6 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41241.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41241&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, May 11, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41238" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41238.html"&gt;You Give Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I witnessed the landing of a very large medical evacuation helicopter. Its wings beat the air  as if in defiance to gravity as it hovered above us. Slowly, it began its descent to the ground below. I was feeling somewhat anxious, watching this massive craft maneuver before me. Although its appearance brings a welcome chance of hope, it also carries with it the unthinkable---the peril of death is eminent and life is hanging in the balance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As my gaze was fixed on this marvel of technology, I noticed the symbol painted boldly on its side----the snake wrapped around a single pole. Immediately, the thought came to mind, "Look to Jesus and live." From that moment, anxious feelings that had crept into my mind began to dissipate.  I remembered the story of Moses in the wilderness:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-4347" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Then the LORD sent venomous snakes among them; they bit the people and many Israelites died. &lt;span id="en-NIV-4348" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; The people came to Moses and said, "We sinned when we spoke against the LORD and against you. Pray that the LORD will take the snakes away from us." So Moses prayed for the people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-4349" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The LORD said to Moses, "Make a snake and put it up on a pole; anyone who is bitten can look at it and live."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the Gospel of John, Jesus said, "Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the desert, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although the symbol used in modern times has many historic references, I  know  God's encouragement  to me was  clear. It is God who gives life to everyone.  Once He gives it, it is He who sustains it.  It is He who made the way for forigiveness through the sacrifice of His Son.   Look to Jesus---and live.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41238.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41238.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41238&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, May 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41215" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41215.html"&gt;Triumphal Procession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/triumph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:49 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41215.html#comments"&gt;4 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41215.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41215&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, May 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41199" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41199.html"&gt;Power and Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was time to walk the dog. The sun had just moments before crept past the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with pastel colors of pink and blue. As I stood in the grass, the cool evening air gently brushed my face.  The wind chimes suspended in our big oak tree played a soft melodious tune. I noticed that the flowers beneath the tree were blooming--some pink, some yellow. Standing quietly, taking in all these sensations, I considered how God had created all these experiences for us. We feel the wind; we see the colors in the sky and in the blooming petals of a flower. We hear vibrations which we call "music" and it is pleasant to our ears. God has given us the ability to enjoy the world He has created. It's as if each wonderous sensation is a gift made especially for us.  What would color be with eyes only tuned to shades of black and white? What could we hear with ears not poised to receive its sound?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God has given us other gifts as well. Could we know love had He not given us the capacity to do so? How could we speak of Him if He had not given us hearts to understand and tongues to proclaim His message? He replaces timidity with courage to do His will.  He gives us strength to persevere in those times when we are faced with challenge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As surely as the wind blows and the flowers bloom, He is near us. God is forever faithful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-5394878685660271622?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5394878685660271622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=5394878685660271622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5394878685660271622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5394878685660271622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/faith-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-145631849318830656</id><published>2008-05-07T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:01:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41199" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41199.html"&gt;Power and Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was time to walk the dog. The sun had just moments before crept past the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with pastel colors of pink and blue. As I stood in the grass, the cool evening air gently brushed my face.  The wind chimes suspended in our big oak tree played a soft melodious tune. I noticed that the flowers beneath the tree were blooming--some pink, some yellow. Standing quietly, taking in all these sensations, I considered how God had created all these experiences for us. We feel the wind; we see the colors in the sky and in the blooming petals of a flower. We hear vibrations which we call "music" and it is pleasant to our ears. God has given us the ability to enjoy the world He has created. It's as if each wonderous sensation is a gift made especially for us.  What would color be with eyes only tuned to shades of black and white? What could we hear with ears not poised to receive its sound?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God has given us other gifts as well. Could we know love had He not given us the capacity to do so? How could we speak of Him if He had not given us hearts to understand and tongues to proclaim His message? He replaces timidity with courage to do His will.  He gives us strength to persevere in those times when we are faced with challenge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As surely as the wind blows and the flowers bloom, He is near us. God is forever faithful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/power.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:12 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41199.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/general.html"&gt;General&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41199.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41199&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-145631849318830656?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/145631849318830656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=145631849318830656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/145631849318830656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/145631849318830656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-and-love.html' title='Power and Love'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-1389308450268368666</id><published>2008-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:57:09.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41159" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41159.html"&gt;Seek the Lord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt that God's presence was especially evident? He is always with us, but there are times when it seems that He is moving in a special way. It's as if He allows us to feel His nearness in that certain moment. As we honestly seek to communicate with God, our hearts yearn for His peace--for His all sustaining nourishment for our souls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/SeektheLord.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:08 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41159.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41159.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, May 04, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41140" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41140.html"&gt;In Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I heard a very thought provoking message based on the Lord's prayer in Matthew, chapter six. Just prior to Jesus' prayer he says, "...your Father knows what you need, before you ask Him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can go to sleep and rest; we can wake to face the day knowing that God is mindful of us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/heaven.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:17 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41140.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41140.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, May 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41126" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41126.html"&gt;Unknown to You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were packing up, ready to leave. It had been an enjoyable time of camping. The night before, distant lightning had graced the skies every few seconds, providing yet another nuance to the captivating cloak of stars. The morning had arrived, dry and sunny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I waited on my husband to finish some last minute details before our departure, I slowly walked through the surrounding area, noticing the trees and the dense brush that surrounded us. Occasionally, I would spot some unusual things--a snail shell, a tiny flower. Certainly, they must exist unnoticed most of the time. Although I had not expected to see each beautiful discovery, I was blessed to see them on this peaceful morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Often, I am surprised by the unknown blessings God has prepared for me. A different path opening up, a new friend to encourage and enrich my days, or a simple reminder that He has heard my prayer about a matter, and that He is working through the situation. It can even come in the form of a fresh understanding of a particular circumstance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is preparing even now the blessings of the future that He plans to reveal to us. Although hidden from our eyes at this moment, they exist in the reality of God's loving will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/unknowntoyou.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:00 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41126.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41126.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, May 01, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41102" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41102.html"&gt;A Man's Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many years ago, someone first introduced the saying, "You are what you eat." I think I understand the sentiment behind the statement. Thinking of food in that way might, perhaps, encourage someone to make better nutritional choices.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If  we could change this modern day proverb to say, "You are what your heart reflects," would it encourage us as listeners to make better choices about what attitudes are allowed to  reside  within our  minds and emotions? Would we reject the "french fried " bitterness and replace it with a healthy serving of "humility" salad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No matter what our appearance may be at any given time, who we are in our deepest being is what truly matters. The love, the compassion, the longing for fellowship with God....that's who we really are, and He knows us more completely than we know ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/mansheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41102.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41102.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, April 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41086" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41086.html"&gt;Concerned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God sent Jonah to the city of Ninevah to tell them to repent of their sins. Jonah obeyed, but he did not have compassion for the people. God told Jonah that the city had more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who could not tell their right hand from their left. Could this have meant that they did not have a concept of right and wrong? Did this mean that there were thousands of children too young to know left from right? Whatever the meaning, it was a city filled with people that mattered to God. He &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;them to hear the truth and turn from their evil ways. In speaking with Jonah, he asked him this question: "Should I not be concerned about that great city?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are so many people--so many cities. So many streets, so many houses. Do they know about the love of God? Do they know about Jesus' sacrifice made for them? Would they turn and follow God if they knew?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reach out to show His love to just one person when the opportunity arises. I know that's what I need to do, and I need to do it more. Should I not be concerned?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/city.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:24 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41086.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41086.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, April 30, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41061" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41061.html"&gt;Fruit of the Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/fruit.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:08 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41061.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41061.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, April 28, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41046" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41046.html"&gt;Watch Expectantly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I remember the old Sears catalogs. Looking through them as a child, I could imagine having so many things for myself. I recall a specific time when I marked certain items with a pen in hopes that my mother would order them for me.  I could picture myself in that navy blue jacket with white stripes; it was almost as if I already had it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On occasion, an order was actually placed. Expectant days would pass until the happy moment arrived and the mailman delivered a package. With excitement, there before me would be what I had asked for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently, I heard someone say that while in prayer God had impressed upon them to pray as though He had already answered their request. Although God, in His infinite wisdom, does not grant every desire of our hearts, I believe He is working in our lives continually. When we pray, His answer might be, "Yes," as it seems it was in this case.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We might not be aware of an answer for quite some time, yet we should watch expectantly for His response, whatever it may be. There will be times that the "blue jacket" will arrive just as we've hoped. Other times, we may find that a heavier coat with a hood has been delivered instead, because God knew it would be getting a lot colder and we actually needed that more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whatever our yearnings--those things we have "marked" for God to see, we can trust that He will lovingly hear our petitions and faithfully consider each one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/watch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:18 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41046.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41046.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-1389308450268368666?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1389308450268368666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=1389308450268368666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/1389308450268368666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/1389308450268368666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/seek-lord-have-you-ever-felt-that-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-399473521227220307</id><published>2008-04-27T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:41:31.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, April 27, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41024" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41024.html"&gt;No Root&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"He saves, forgives and heals--takes back what the devil steals"  That's one of my favorite lines from the lyrics of a song by Hillsongs Austrailia. Last night, I placed a scripture with a photo I had taken some time ago. I wan't exactly sure when I would use it. Today, that became more evident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning, I listened as a speaker taught about forgiveness, reconciliation and restoration. It would be difficult to ponder these three without introducing the thought of what is brought about by their lack.  What happens when there is &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;  forgiveness, reconciliation or restoration? Although there are many such ills birthed through their absence, one stands out to me.  &lt;em&gt;Bitterness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Key passages to consider about this subject were mentioned, including Ephesians 4:31, which encourages us to "Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger..." I had been looking at Hebrews 8:15 just yesterday: "See to it that no one comes short of the grace of God, that no root of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and many be defiled." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it possible for someone to see a "root of bitterness" in our lives, causing trouble? I believe so. Is it possible for us to recognize such a root springing up in our own hearts? With God's help, I believe this is also true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Permeating several minutes of the time I spent considering these things this morning, was a certain scenario. I could see Jesus holding out his hand to someone who needed forgiveness. This person had reached out their own hand to grasp His hand. Next, the forgiven one, while still holding the hand of their Savior, turned around to face behind them, extending their hand in an outward motion---to accept the hand of any who needed forgiveness from them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus continually reaches out to us in love as He promises to forgive the repentant. His offer is not based on our acceptance; but on His love. We may choose to reject it. Others may choose to reject our outstretched hand as well. Still, it is in the offering of forgiveness that we are to be set free from the bondage of anger and bitterness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/root.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 03:43 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41024.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41024.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41024&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-399473521227220307?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/399473521227220307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=399473521227220307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/399473521227220307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/399473521227220307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-april-27-2008-no-root-he-saves.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-1127258958439117963</id><published>2008-04-26T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:11:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, April 26, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41013" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41013.html"&gt;The Unfolding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We live in "hurricane country." As the season approaches, we will be encouraged at every turn to prepare for the possibility of severe weather. There are many things to consider. If we lose access to electricity, how can we function? How can we protect our home from damage? Those who have planned are better off than those who haven't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few years ago, I purchased a set of small flashlights that were connected to a short chains and pocket clips. During one of our storms in the past, I gave one to each member of the family when our power was out. That way, each of us could sleep knowing that if we needed to be up in the total darkness of our home in the night, all we had to do was reach down and turn on the tiny light clipped to our clothing. We would have just enough illumination to find our way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Bible is like that. We know that the "hurricanes" of life will come. How will be find our way in the confusion of uncertainty? How can we see clearly what our direction should be? If we have taken care to have God's Word in our hearts, we can reach in and find just enough light to find our way, one step at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/unfolding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 03:22 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41013.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41013.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41013&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, April 25, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="41003" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41003.html"&gt;Different Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyone for boating? Not in just any boat;  how about those small water craft that have bicycle-like pedals in the floor to insure you of a slow, joyous ride with minimal effort? (Did I say &lt;em&gt;minimal?&lt;/em&gt;) While enjoying just such a craft, I was finding several opportunities to photograph my surroundings. A  snow white bird nearby presented itself for a midday portrait. I love these creatures with hook shaped bills. Entire flocks land in our yard on occasion, relentlessly pecking and searching for insects to satisfy their hunger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recently, some passages in Romans, chapter twelve, were brought to my attention. Verses 5 and 6a state,  "..so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given us."  In Eugene Peterson's &lt;em&gt;The Message&lt;/em&gt;, these ideas are related in this way: "So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ's body, let's just go ahead and be what were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren't."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't say for sure, but I somehow doubt that my hook-billed friend worries about not being a blue bird,  a sea gull or perhaps even a sand hill crane. He just goes about his business, using that giant combination of nose and mouth to do just what he is meant to do. After all, isn't white as beautiful in God's eyes as blue? Aren't hook bills as lovely as tiny orange beaks?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many times have I been hesitant to "be what God made me to be" because of fear of rejection or lack of confidence? How could I have ignored the realization that I am happiest doing what God has gifted me to do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is a God of second chances and of loving patience as we find our way and discover who He has made us to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/differentgifts.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 06:59 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41003.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/41003.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=41003&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-1127258958439117963?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1127258958439117963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=1127258958439117963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/1127258958439117963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/1127258958439117963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-april-26-2008-unfolding-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-3081432659651761908</id><published>2008-04-24T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:44:37.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40989" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40989.html"&gt;In All Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some years ago, my husband and I purchased a "strip" of marigold seeds to plant alongside our driveway. The soil had to be prepared, then the fiberous material housing the seeds was planted.  We eagerly awaited our crop of blossoming plants. Time passed as we watered the soil frequently.  One day a friend of ours was visiting us. He looked at the ground where the newly purchased seeds had been deposited. Singling out a very tiny green shoot, he said something like, "Now, &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; a marigold plant."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before long, we had orange-yellow plants running along the edge of the concrete, brightening our lawn. Our friend had been one of the first people to announce their inconspicuous arrival. We were pleased.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have been praying about something for a long time now. Recently, I have become aware of answers to my requests from God. Today, I was joyous as I discovered yet another aspect of my prayers being answered. Words of thankfulness were on my lips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After talking to God about this concern for quite a long time, I eagerly awaited the crop of answered prayer. I had planted the seeds of petition in the fertile ground of God's sovereignty. Only He could grow the desires of my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Quite without warning, I had been alerted to another realization that God was indeed listening to my burdened heart. It's as though I had been standing by my barren driveway of concern, looking longingly at the empty soil, hoping to see those first shoots of answered prayer come piercing up from the dirt. Lately, I have become aware of the arrival of several tender green sprouts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do I recognize the work of God coming into being when it is surrounded by the distraction of the noise and clutter of the world? Sometimes. Thankfully, today was one of those days. Looking at the spiritual ground where I have safely deposited my requests, I can single out  the distinctive shape and color of what is before me and say, "Now, &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; an answer to prayer!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/InAllThings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:21 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40989.html#comments"&gt;0 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40989.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40989&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-3081432659651761908?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3081432659651761908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=3081432659651761908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/3081432659651761908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/3081432659651761908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-all-things-some-years-ago-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-5370887024281304687</id><published>2008-04-24T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:46:28.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, April 23, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40972" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40972.html"&gt;The Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Kingdom of God. It's not identified by a lofty castle on a far mountaintop. It's not maintained by earthly wealth. In one definition I found, the Kingdom of God is "used to describe God's rule over the world through His power and the exercise of it."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Luke, chapter 12, Jesus tells the disciples not to worry about their lives, what they will eat or what they will wear. He explains that their Father knows what their needs are. In verses 31 and 32 He says, "But seek his Kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do we really need? Food? Clothes? A healed relationship? A job? Our Heavenly Father knows about every need. As we seek after God first in our lives, He is able to provide for us, in His wisdom and in His timing. We are not to be afraid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/kingdom.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:12 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40972.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40972.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40972&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, April 22, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40950" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40950.html"&gt;The Good Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a quiet afternoon. The dirt road not long from our house is seldom busy. I walked along the edge, curious about what I might find. My eyes fell on a plant unknown to me; upon closer inspection, I could see that dark, dry, wrinkled pods had broken open, exposing blazing red berries to the warm sunlight. How colorful they were! Perfectly formed from such an unlikely--and yes, &lt;em&gt;unlovely,&lt;/em&gt; pod.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What makes us beautiful? Advertisements proclaim a beauty found in make up or fine clothing. Theatres boast of the movie stars with their glamour and poise. But do any of these things really make us beautiful?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of the most beautiful people I know are surely never to be featured on a popular magazine cover. Hair products will not be endorsed with their names. Dolls will not be mass produced in their likeness. If they are truly beautiful, then why not?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's a matter of perspective. How does God see us? Does He look at the tired countenance of a loving grandfather and focus on the wrinkled brow and silver hair? Does He view our imperfections and pass us by in favor of others more fortunate?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When God sees us, He sees our hearts.  He sees the beauty of the ransomed berry within the dark and wrinkled pod. He knows the plans He has for us and His will for us to grow closer to Him. He sees us as we grow, storing up the likeness of Christ as we follow Him daily. Those who are looking closely may see the beauty of God and His work in us overflowing from deep within. We are his beautiful and beloved children, purchased by the willing sacrifice of His Son on the cross.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/goodman.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:50 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40950.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40950.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40950&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, April 21, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40934" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40934.html"&gt;Arrows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't like to think of war. I'd rather think of the eternal peace that will continue forever after the return of Jesus. However, there are many references to war and to warriors in the Bible. What would it have been like to have marched mile after mile, preparing to confront the enemy with swords or perhaps, arrows? A soldier might be skilled enough to grasp his bow throughout many battles; gripping the bow would be futile, however, if it weren't for the quiver of arrows to accompany it. From a very basic point of view, the arrows made the possibility of victory complete; They provided protection in the hour of attack, rendering their archer less vulnerable to the unknown. As Christians, above all else, we know the "battles" of this world belong to the Lord. He is our mighty Protector.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Bible tells us that children are like arrows to a parent. They are a gift from God. With our sons and daughters to come along side us in our walk with the Lord, do we feel God's protection through the loving care of our children in an hour of spiritual attack? Do we feel less vulnerable to confusion when we realize a clear direction in life as stewards of His precious gifts to us?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will be forever grateful to God for blessing my life with children. He has given me much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/arrows.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:36 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40934.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40934.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40934&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, April 20, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40921" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40921.html"&gt;Fine Pearls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was an important day for me. God had planned it to be that way, far in advance--however, it was a special surprise to me. It was only the evening before when I accepted an invitation to attend a local women's conference. Torn between feeling the urgency of accomplishing mundane house cleaning or spending twelve hours concentrating on my relationship with God, I chose to forego my domestic responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To even think, in retrospect, of what I would have missed had I stayed home is a sobering thought. God's presence was evident at this gathering of precious women from various walks of life. Broken hearts were touched by the healing hand of the Heavenly Father. A sense of unity abounded through every session I had the privilege of taking part in. After a moving drama depicting a young girl's fascination with a string of pearls, we were faced with the question, "What do you consider your most treasured possessions?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful day of drawing closer to my Savior and listening for His direction in my life. I am grateful for this special gift from God of time away, of singing His praises and communing with Him in prayer. I could've traded it for a stack of washed dishes and slightly cleaner floors. How glad I am to have chosen the gift instead!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/pearls-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:05 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40921.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40921.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40921&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Friday, April 18, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40898" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40898.html"&gt;Flawless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you remember growing up hearing "old sayings" from the mouths of family members? I do. Sometimes they were less than complimentary, like this one: "He doesn't have sense enough to come in out of the rain."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't usually stand out in the open during a rainstorm. I know where to find shelter and I go there. I've experienced storms before and I've learned to take precautions against harmful things like lightning or high winds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what do I do when spiritual storms come my way? I know what I SHOULD do; take precautions against harmful things like temptation and discouragement by seeking the shelter of God and His word. Instead, guess what happens occasionally? There I am, standing out in the storm with my shelter a stone's throw away. Wet and cold, I realize my mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, to be wise enough to see the dark clouds of spiritual turbulance in the distance and think, "The wind's really picking up...I think I'd better go inside now, where it's safe."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/flawless.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:48 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40898.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40898.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40898&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, April 17, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40874" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40874.html"&gt;The Mind of the Lord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In my life, there is a situation that I would like to be different. Exactly how different, I don't know. It's as if life is slightly out of focus, and I am yearning for the clear, sharp image. I have felt a longing for this change for well over a year. The desire of my heart in this issue comes back into view over and over. It follows me at every turn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning, I was thinking about my current circumstance. I began to think of Joseph, who was sold into slavery in Egypt. He was thrown into prison unjustly. I'm certainly not incarcerated, so what could I learn from his example? &lt;em&gt;I doubt that Joseph WANTED to be in prison.&lt;/em&gt; He made the best of it, remaining a man of integrity, seeking God's wisdom. It would seem that God was training him for what was ahead. At just the appropriate time, Joseph's life was transformed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What am I waiting for? I don't know. I must trust that God--who knows all things--will be faithful to prepare me and sustain me as He marks the path for me to follow.  I may not understand my present circumstances, yet I need to accept the "training" that will yield understanding in the days to come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/understood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:20 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40874.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/main.html"&gt;Main&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40874.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40874&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, April 16, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40857" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40857.html"&gt;Wings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Psalm 139:7-12 says, "Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your right hand will hold me fast.  If I say, 'Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,' even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.'"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/wings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:21 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40857.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40857.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40857&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, April 15, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40847" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40847.html"&gt;Blessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/blessed-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:13 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40847.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40847.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40847&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, April 14, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40809" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40809.html"&gt;His Purpose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God has blessed me with children. Although our youngest is now a teenager, I still remember their younger days. It doesn't matter if the big guy with a beard and strong arms looks like just any man to &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; I knew him when he was a baby....and that changes my perspective.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With our finite minds, we can only comprehend so much. Yet, even we can remember events from decades past with clarity and strong emotion. What does God see when He looks at us? Because He possesses infinite knowledge and wisdom, I can't imagine all the possibilities. There is one analogy that I feel gives a hint of only one aspect, however.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I look at our sons, I view them with a collective understanding of all they have been through---their struggles, their successes. I have seen their pain and their joy.  But not only that; I envision what I see them becoming: strong, sensitive adults with obedient hearts toward their heavenly Father. When they were small, I would think of what they would become as young men. That day has arrived, in God's timing and in His way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what did God see when He looked at the little girl who loved puppies and caught unsuspecting toads in the yard with her bare hands? When He looks at me now, does He see the woman I am to become in the future through His grace and loving guidance in this world?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Psalm 138:8 tells us that God will fulfill His purpose for us. It is comforting to know that as I lovingly consider my children in terms of their past, present and future, God is doing the same for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/girlbrown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:29 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40809.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40809.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40809&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, April 13, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40797" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40797.html"&gt;Three Strands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can remember as a child I sometimes felt very alone. It didn't matter if I was truly alone or not. I felt alone sometimes even among a crowd of other children. I can recall a very large, old tree on the campus of my elementary school. Its roots stretched out from its trunk, forming huge "arms" in all directions at ground level. Feeling comforted by the bark covered wood on either side of me, I would sit between two of these "arms" as I waited for the bell to ring, ushering students inside the building.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all have memories of our childhood that come back to us from time to time. Why did I choose to sit between the over grown roots of a tree that had stood for decades in front of my school? I think it might have been because I sensed a feeling of security or protection as I sat there. I probably felt less vulnerable and perhaps more able to process my thoughts before beginning an academic day of challenge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being "all grown up" now, some things have changed. I don't frequently sit on the ground by a tree anymore. I am no longer a little girl. Some things have remained the same, however. Sometimes, I still feel alone. Sometimes I feel vulnerable and I need to feel a sense of security and protection in order to process my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The friends that God has blessed me with have, in some ways, taken the place of that old tree. I know that He has blessed me with the support of others who strengthen me along the way. It's as if we become a woven cord, stronger when it is stretched because of the distribution of the load.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/cord.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 01:36 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40797.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40797.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40797&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;hr /&gt;    Page: &lt;span class="selected"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=10" class="normal"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=20" class="normal"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=30" class="normal"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=40" class="normal"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=50" class="normal"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=60" class="normal"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=70" class="normal"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=80" class="normal"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=90" class="normal"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=100" class="normal"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=110" class="normal"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-5370887024281304687?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5370887024281304687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=5370887024281304687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5370887024281304687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/5370887024281304687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-april-23-2008-kingdom-kingdom.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489329106084003009.post-2649223244673324925</id><published>2008-04-24T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:45:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40777" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40777.html"&gt;Creatures of Little Strength&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you say when someone asks you to do something? Oh, I don't mean things like, "Would you take out the trash?" or "When are you planning your next vacation?"  I'm talking about the questions that seem to push an automatic button in your mind marked, "Say you can't."  You don't have one of those buttons? Well, I think I do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's see if any of these words sound familiar:  "Would you be willing to help coach baseball this year?"   "Have you ever thought about playing the piano at weddings?"  "Could you possibly teach a Bible class?'  "Would you be willing to go back to school for that advanced degree if we gave you a scholarship?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's as if a pre-recorded response of fear and self doubt sits poised to be activated at a second's notice when questions like this are encountered.  It may be time to recognize the place of honor you may have given your lack of confidence. Thankfully,  there have been times that I have trusted God to guide me through the uneasiness of stepping out into the unknown, understanding that nothing is "unknown" to Him. Often, confidence comes with the revelation that God is indeed with you throughout the learning process as we face each new horizon. Thoughts like, "I'm not experienced enough,"  "I'm too old," or "I could never be successful at that, " are replaced with realizations of challenges met and battles won through the strength that God has given us. Proverbs 30:25 says, "Ants are creatures of little strength, yet they store up their food in summer."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We may be "of little strength," but we can trust God to help us do what we can, when we can do it, while there is still time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/ant1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:19 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40777.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40777.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40777&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, April 10, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40766" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40766.html"&gt;Sending an Angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This afternoon, a special friend surprised me with a gift. Gently placed in a colorful gift sack, cradled within the layers of the wrapping paper was an orchid with beautiful yellow blooms. I carefully positioned it in my car, resting the stems against the seat. Too quick a stop, and the delicate flowers could be broken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After I pulled into my driveway, I retrieved my new plant and brought it into the house. After removing it from the bag, I placed it near our bay window by the rock fountain. Without delay, I wanted to photograph it.  My camera often sees what I do not; with optical instrospection, it discovers the intricate--and exposes nuances I never would have noticed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I looked on my viewscreen to see the image I had just collected, I was startled; the orchid held a great resemblance to and angel with crimson laced wings and a glowing countenance. Only yesterday, I was thinking about angels. Once again I had been reminded of God's special servants.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who loves me? God does. Sometimes He loves us through the encouragement of those He places in our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Angel-2-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 07:35 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40766.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40766.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40766&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wednesday, April 09, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40756" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40756.html"&gt;The Joy of the Lord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Years ago, a coworker gave me a beautifully painted, ceramic angel as a gift. Since that time, the joyously contented representation of one of God's messengers has stood on top of my piano. With thoughts not unlike the ones that are mentioned about the Mona Lisa, it is easy to ponder what emotion the artist was trying to create with the simple smile, the closed eyes and the raised brows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This particular week has brought with it some personal challenges. Some I expected; some I did not. God has met me at the moments I needed Him, and He has given me strength. There is a calm awareness of His presence in each activity. Might that be the definition of joy? &lt;em&gt;A calm awareness of God's presence.&lt;/em&gt; Perhaps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I look into the face of my sculpted angel, I think I see it.  It's as if she is thinking, "God is in control; I can bask in His presence for eternity. Praise His Holy Name." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Truly, the joy of the Lord is our strength.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Joy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:47 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40756.html#comments"&gt;4 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40756.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40756&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Tuesday, April 08, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40740" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40740.html"&gt;In Remembrance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/remembrance.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 11:51 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40740.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40740.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40740&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, April 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40729" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40729.html"&gt;The Resurrection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The early hours were cloudy. Not long after the sun was up, I was on my way to purchase flowers. Special flowers. After selecting and purchasing a  bouquet of varied colors, I drove to the Resurrection Garden of a nearby cemetery. Today would have been the 22nd birthday of our son who was killed in a car accident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After I poured the water I'd brought with me into the memorial vase of the marker,  I lowered the blooming array carefully in its place. Half uttering an audible prayer, yet completely communicating with a God who knows our deepest groanings, I gazed at the images of our son and the scripture verse imprinted in the plate of bronze.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John 11:25a says, "I am the resurrection and the life; he who believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is my prayer that this verse will forever proclaim God's incredible love and forgiveness to all who stop to read it. For today, the living flowers reiterated this message; their intricate, mathematical perfection of beauty testifies of their Creator. Though we may die, through Jesus, we will yet live--more vibrantly than the petals in a solitary vase on a cloudy morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/Resurrection.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:19 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40729.html#comments"&gt;3 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40729.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40729&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Monday, April 07, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40724" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40724.html"&gt;YOUR Thoughts, please..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I was asked about the possibility of publishing a calendar of photos and scripture from "Picture My Thoughts." I would be very grateful if you would please comment on a favorite photo that you feel would be an appropriate selection for a calendar. You could "vote" by commenting on that particular devotional. To view any of the fourteen pages of photos, simply click on the page number at the very bottom of the set you are currently reading. Thank you so much for YOUR thoughts! :) ---Myra&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 05:13 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40724.html#comments"&gt;8 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40724.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40724&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sunday, April 06, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40712" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40712.html"&gt;Integrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Driving to church each Sunday, we see them. Tall and wide, the stately trees stand proudly, sometimes in the morning mist. They have weathered the storms, sheltered cattle from the midday sun and  throughout the years steadily grown to be----what God intended---very large, strong trees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As we mature in our walk with the Lord, we change. We weather the storms and care for others during difficult times. Hopefully, we gain wisdom and integrity that comes from God along the way.  His ways become our ways as He guides us toward who He intends us to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/integrity.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 09:57 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40712.html#comments"&gt;4 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40712.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40712&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, April 05, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40697" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40697.html"&gt;Sustained&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This past week our son attended a memorial service for someone he knew-- a young man who had died as a result of an illness. The service was held  in the early evening, outdoors, near a peaceful lake. The sunset was so captivating with brillant and vibrant colors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a somber thing to be reminded of your own mortality. Perhaps more so if you are a teenager, as many of the those who attended the service surely were. The glowing sun, the broad clouds--these composed the back drop of the ceremony, created by the Giver of life.  He is our sustainer, from the beginning of life to the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The lyrics of a song performed by Lincoln Brewster read, "You paint the morning sky with miracles in mind."  I cannot fathom the mind of God, yet I'm sure He knows what the skies look like to those on earth. He must delight in painting a dazzling scene on the horizon, reminding us of His presence, even on a day when many are mourning a great loss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/sustain.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 10:01 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40697.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40697.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40697&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Saturday, April 05, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40684" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40684.html"&gt;He Wraps Up The Waters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The weather has been very interesting lately. Numerous thunderstorms--lightning, wind and heavy rain. With all of these ingredients, there is no wonder that the sky would become unstable looking; ominous, yet beautiful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God is in control. The currents of the wind, the currents of the sea. The ice that hardens, the mist that rises and the clouds that form above us do so at His bidding. The elements of the weather point to a heavenly Creator, One who maintains His creation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Clouds move and rise into the atmosphere, on a journey to return to the earth. Though we see them in the sky and consider the coming rainfall, do we ever think about the &lt;em&gt;weight&lt;/em&gt; of the millions of drops that will soon be falling to land?  He holds the water suspended above us. At the right time, the clouds release their moisture and the ground absorbs the life sustaining liquid. This entire process speaks of His faithfulness and power. The same God who holds the water in the skies is holding you throughout every struggle you may encounter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/burst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 12:06 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40684.html#comments"&gt;2 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40684.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40684&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Thursday, April 03, 2008&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a name="40650" href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40650.html"&gt;Tree of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What can we take to heaven? Actually, nothing.  We can, however, be witnesses to others about what God has done. We can live lives that point to Christ and speak words relating  to His plan of salvation. Those then who believe on His Name will be citizens of heaven with us. How wonderful it will surely feel to see someone there and remember that it was you who shared God's message of forgiveness to that once lost soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t177/myragjohnson/tree.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="post-misc-meta"&gt;  published: 08:56 |  &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40650.html#comments"&gt;1 comment(s)&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/category/picturemythoughts--Myra%20Johnson.html"&gt;Photos with Christian thoughts by Myra Johnson&lt;/a&gt; |   &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/40650.html"&gt;permalink&lt;/a&gt;    |    &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/weblog/post.html?weblog_post_id=40650&amp;amp;weblog_id=2227"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="pagination"&gt;    &lt;hr /&gt;    Page: &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=0" class="normal"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="selected"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=20" class="normal"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=30" class="normal"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=40" class="normal"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=50" class="normal"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=60" class="normal"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=70" class="normal"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=80" class="normal"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=90" class="normal"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=100" class="normal"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=110" class="normal"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=120" class="normal"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=130" class="normal"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myra.lifewithchrist.org/index.html?&amp;amp;start=140" class="normal"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2489329106084003009-2649223244673324925?l=picturemythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2649223244673324925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2489329106084003009&amp;postID=2649223244673324925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/2649223244673324925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2489329106084003009/posts/default/2649223244673324925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturemythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/creatures-of-little-strength-what-do_24.html' title=''/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05329707265998596524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00508076691437905234'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>