<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:50:07.216-06:00</updated><category term='solitude'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='danc'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='God speaking'/><category term='spiritual hunger'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='Spiritual warfare'/><category term='gardens'/><category term='possessions'/><category term='desires'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='service'/><category term='easter'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='everlasting life'/><category term='reliable'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='glory'/><category term='confidences'/><category term='new day'/><category term='PEACE'/><category term='getting your affairs in order'/><category term='sel-control'/><category term='Assumptions'/><category term='being yourself'/><category term='worship'/><category term='common good'/><category term='unassuming grace'/><category term='finding fault'/><category term='interactions'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='small things'/><category term='work'/><category term='be where you are'/><category term='focus'/><category term='miracles'/><category term='Meaning'/><category term='be yourself'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='selfishness'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='vision'/><category term='testimony'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='virgin birth'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='communication'/><category term='helping'/><category term='anno domini'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Trusting God'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='time'/><category term='doing'/><category term='edify'/><category term='anonymous'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='centering yourself'/><category term='promises'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='resurrection'/><category term='religion'/><category term='hardship'/><category term='Influence'/><category term='actions'/><category term='love'/><category term='Character'/><title type='text'>Devotional Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Grace modeste- an "unassuming grace." Any discussion of a spiritual nature should reflect this mutual kindness.

The following are simply my devotional reflections each morning. I pray that if you "stumble" upon them you will find something perhaps that will nurture your own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1494</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-90731762499226154</id><published>2012-02-20T06:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T06:50:07.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.” George Bernard</title><content type='html'>“Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.” George Bernard Shaw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.” Eph.5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people wanting to cross the same log over the same river at the same time means that someone must yield the right of way. Learning when and how to yield helps us navigate in the  home as much as in the car. The problem is that there are no yield signs posted in the living room or bedroom. Communication in marriage is as much learning to yield our rights as it is in speaking clearly about them. Yielding often means that we put another's needs before our own. This may mean teaching our spouse how they too must learn how to take their turn yielding the right of way. The best marriages learn to find the joy in mutual service and submission.  Conversations Within ts 2/13/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-90731762499226154?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/90731762499226154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=90731762499226154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/90731762499226154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/90731762499226154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-is-alliance-entered-into-by.html' title='“Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can&apos;t sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can&apos;t sleep with the window open.” George Bernard'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-613653535420183969</id><published>2012-02-18T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T08:21:34.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha</title><content type='html'>“Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense.” Proverbs 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger like other emotions should be the caboose of the train not the engine driving it. I want my feelings to follow; never lead my life. When we live our lives on purpose then purpose will govern our interactions not emotional reactions. The responses of love, should always be my purpose, and as such is always better than the reactions of anger. Even anger can be good and governed when it is led by a loving response. Make your choices by what you know is good and right and true, not by some emotional outburst. Govern your emotions, never be governed by them. Conversations Within ts 2/9/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-613653535420183969?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/613653535420183969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=613653535420183969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/613653535420183969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/613653535420183969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-will-not-be-punished-for-your-anger.html' title='“You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8608281330268355425</id><published>2012-02-17T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T08:12:13.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened....</title><content type='html'>Happiness is never decreased by being shared.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are the light of the world.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is great danger if we base our happiness on the happiness of others. Some people simply won't allow themselves to be happy which means we won't be if we keep waiting on them. We can share our own happiness with them. We should share it with them, if it is a proper kind of happiness. Some things that make people happy are just plain wrong. I am not sure which is worse, to be unhappy or to be happy for the wrong reasons. Both fail to be light in the world. When I share my happiness I want it to be the kind that grows out of goodness and truth. This is the only happiness worth having and the only kind that will endure. 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What you think you become.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha</title><content type='html'>“For as a man thinks within himself, so he is.” Proverbs 23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts sometimes surprise me. I find myself saying, “Now where in the world did that come from.” That I posses these thoughts reminds me that I am still very much someone I do not want to be. That I do not want to be this way reminds me that a change is taking place in me. I am somewhere between worm and winged wonder. This metamorphosis is very much a spiritual thing, something the Scriptures call the renewing of my mind. I am encouraged by these new thoughts and smile when my wife asks me, “What did you do with my husband.”  My thoughts sometimes surprise me.   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What you think you become.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3640992534824556340</id><published>2012-02-14T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T06:20:08.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEACE'/><title type='text'>“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha</title><content type='html'>“My peace I give to you.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we find emotional peace by making our peace that the world is, as it is. But peace is so much more than a tranquil feeling. The peace of Jesus is a healing peace. It seeks to mend relationships not just make peace with the fact things are not as they should be. Jesus offers us a real peace, not just a perceived one. He offers us peace with God and through it He will seek to bring healing to our fragmented lives. His is a peace within that begins to flow without. He would heal our relationship with others and even heal our own fractured heart.     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Do not seek it without.” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3870498017262818038</id><published>2012-02-14T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:02:23.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.” Siddhārtha</title><content type='html'>“But if you show favoritism, you sin...” James 2 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord for every judgmental thought, and every critical word. Who am I to pass judgment on anyone? Do we not all share the same inclinations. Do we not also share the same need for Your mercy and grace. Forgive me too, for failing to understand how connected I am to the people of the world. Break down the superficial walls I have erected and let me see all people as neighbors regardless of who they are, or where they come from or what beliefs they have different from my own. I am to love my neighbor second only to loving You. Conversations Within ts 2/7/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3870498017262818038?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3870498017262818038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3870498017262818038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3870498017262818038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3870498017262818038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-sky-there-is-no-distinction-of-east.html' title='“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.” Siddhārtha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6955125288031145935</id><published>2012-02-13T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:02:38.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha</title><content type='html'>"If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to action. What good is knowing that exercise is good for you if you don't exercise. The same can be said for just about everything. But truly, I cannot think of a single instance when I do not act out my greatest desire when I am able to do so. The trouble is that we want to be fit and healthy, we also want that extra piece of pie. Whatever desire is greatest at the moment will decide what we do. It is important then to pay attention to what fuels our desires. Like fire, the desire that burns the hottest and brightest will be the one I feed the most.       Conversations Within ts 2/6/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6955125288031145935?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6955125288031145935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6955125288031145935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6955125288031145935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6955125288031145935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/however-many-holy-words-you-read.html' title='“However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act upon them?” Siddhārtha Gautama Buddha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5367999950286665097</id><published>2012-02-11T06:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:21:24.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><title type='text'>"You and I have need of the strongest spell that can be found to wake us from the evil enchantment of worldliness." C. S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>“Blessed are the poor in Spirit for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to them.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life with God is glory then life without Him is poverty, the worst sort of poverty.  This is why the first words of Jesus, in His first public sermon were, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.” We must first realize our poverty without God before we can truly discover the great wealth of returning to Him. The word that Jesus used for poor is literally one so poor that the only option available to them is to beg. The beggar holds an empty cup out to the hand that would fill it. Someone has said that you cannot fill hands already full. We are blessed when we know that our soul is impoverished and we beg from God His tender mercies and grace. 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S. Lewis'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7392843252805378062</id><published>2012-02-10T05:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T05:48:32.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><title type='text'>“You can shut Him up for a fool or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God....</title><content type='html'>But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us." C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God...made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. 2 Corinthians 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want to know what God is like we do not need to look beyond the face of Christ. If we are disturbed by God's wrath, Christ promises to turn it away from us. If we are afraid of God's judgment, Christ has satisfied the demands of it. If we are suspicious of God's intentions, Christ has made it clear the lengths that God is willing to go to accept us as His sons and daughters. If God were to dress up like a man and visit our planet, walk our streets, and eat at our tables, what would He say and do? Jesus said He is the answer to that question. God is not some distant impersonal being merely watching us from afar any more than Jesus is just a good teacher. The most astounding claim of Christ, that He and God are one, is either our greatest reason to reject Him as a fraud or worship Him as Lord and Savior.  Conversations Within ts 2/3/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7392843252805378062?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7392843252805378062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7392843252805378062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7392843252805378062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7392843252805378062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-can-shut-him-up-for-fool-or-you-can.html' title='“You can shut Him up for a fool or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God....'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6348047703256276312</id><published>2012-02-08T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:53:27.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><title type='text'>Every experience of the “WOW:”</title><content type='html'>...a majestic waterfall, a quiet brook, a stunningly beautiful woman, a sleeping baby or a fabulous dessert, are simply the fragrant aroma of His presence nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I will be the glory in her midst.” Zechariah 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people know they are in the presence of Glory. We can feel it. But, Glory surrounds us even when we don't feel it. God's glory engulfs like the air we breathe. Every rock and tree, song and dance, the whole earth and sky contain it. Even an asphalt parking lot reflects God's glory if only because people made in His image used skill building it. God's glory not only surrounds us, it is in each and every one of us. The glory of humans is that we were created as an expression of God's glory, to the end that we may behold and enjoy His glory and in turn discover our own. Conversations Within ts 2/2/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6348047703256276312?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6348047703256276312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6348047703256276312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6348047703256276312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6348047703256276312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/every-experience-of-wow.html' title='Every experience of the “WOW:”'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6450683857026301024</id><published>2012-02-07T19:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:44:46.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><title type='text'>“For [God] self-exaltation is a virtue.” John Piper</title><content type='html'>“Great is the glory of the LORD.” Psalm 138&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God tells us to put Him first, He is actually telling us how to look after our best interest. He knows that the greatest gift He can give to us is the gift of Himself. He invites us to open this gift every day. When it comes to God, “being stuck on Himself' is His most unselfish act. He directs us to love Him above all things because He is above all things and He knows that lasting happiness can only be found in loving Him. It may sound strange, but for God to be God He must surely seek His own glory. If all that God does is good and right and true then why would God assign the greatest value to anything except what has the greatest value. [See Meditations on God's Delight in Being God by John Piper]  Conversations Within ts 2/1/2012 (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6450683857026301024?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6450683857026301024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6450683857026301024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6450683857026301024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6450683857026301024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-god-self-exaltation-is-virtue-john.html' title='“For [God] self-exaltation is a virtue.” John Piper'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5683346397392740268</id><published>2012-02-06T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T04:49:17.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><title type='text'>“A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun...</title><content type='html'>...by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.” C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ascribe to the LORD the glory due to His name.” Psalms 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tendency in humans to botch giving proper credit. We ascribe to “Mother Nature” the beauty of the earth and blame God for letting children starve in Africa. I shamefully confess that I have sometimes blamed God when things don't go my way. We say things like, “It would have to rain on the one day I have off this week.” God does not have a personal vendetta against us when we catch every red light in town or have a flat tire on the way to work. It is wrong to blame God just as it is wrong when we fail to Give Him credit where credit is due. We take nothing away from God when we do not ascribe the glory due Him; we just take away our experiences of it.  Conversations Within ts 1/31/2012 (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5683346397392740268?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5683346397392740268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5683346397392740268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5683346397392740268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5683346397392740268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/man-can-no-more-diminish-gods-glory-by.html' title='“A man can no more diminish God&apos;s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun...'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7447800450878223445</id><published>2012-02-05T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T04:51:48.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied with Him. John Piper</title><content type='html'>“And the glory of the LORD appeared to them.” Numbers 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I measure or with what do I compare God's value? God is to my soul; what air and water are to my body. If I imagine my eyes without light, or my ears without sound or any of our senses without the things which give meaning to them, I have but a small comparison of existence without Him. Knowing Him gives meaning to my life. When I comes down to it, God is all my reasons, at least the ones that count. I am beginning to believe that He is the home I seek, the happiness I desire, even the mystery I would solve. To know His loving-kindness is the glory of life.   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John Piper'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2235706399926039075</id><published>2012-02-03T15:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T04:48:28.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.” Anonymous</title><content type='html'>“Make good use of time.” Ephesians 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us can remember watching the clock when we were waiting for school to get out, some of us watch it now waiting to get off work. I never watch the clock when I am surfing or doing something I enjoy. Usually when we count the hours it is because we are not embracing  the present just passing though it to get somewhere else. I like the wisdom expressed in several quaint saying; “the shortest distance between two points is not the point,” and “life is not the destination but the journey.” Both encourage us to make the most of every moment by being in the moment. Never travel through time to get somewhere else, wake to where you are and be there. Open the present of the present.  Conversations Within ts 1/28/2012 (Madison, MS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2235706399926039075?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2235706399926039075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2235706399926039075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2235706399926039075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2235706399926039075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/dont-count-every-hour-in-day-make-every.html' title='“Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.” Anonymous'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5252834268589026447</id><published>2012-02-02T18:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T04:52:58.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time is on my side, yes it is." Mick Jaggar</title><content type='html'>"Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts."  Hebrews 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways time is surely on our side. Hurts heal, seasons change, and where trials are concerned we come to appreciate the saying, “This too shall pass.” But, there are times when time is not on our side. Opportunities are missed when we fail to act and never come to us again. We grow older and our bodies start to fail us. Over time we perfect what we practice.  This is a good thing if we practice something good but can be bad if we are perfecting something bad. If I harden my heart to love I will perfect selfishness and over time lock myself in an inescapable prison of misery. In this instance time works against the unrepentant. People often think they have plenty of time to repent but after time hardened hearts may not be capable to do so. Herein lies one aspect of Hell.  Conversations Within ts 1/27/2012 (Madison, MS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5252834268589026447?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5252834268589026447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5252834268589026447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5252834268589026447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5252834268589026447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-is-on-my-side-yes-it-is-mick.html' title='&quot;Time is on my side, yes it is.&quot; Mick Jaggar'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8372936041228280136</id><published>2012-02-01T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T04:45:25.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“...yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.” Kahlil Gibran</title><content type='html'>“Be where you are. Whatever your hand find to do, do it with all of your might.” Ecclesiastics 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment is connected to every other moment in my life. Everything I am and everything I hope to be is tied inseparably to the present. It all comes down to now. Am I alive in this moment? Am I worried about the future or crippled by the past? Now is the way to deal with both. If we direct the energies of the present, we can redirect the current of the past and shape the course of the future. Did I make the wrong decision yesterday? Make the right one today. Do I want to make good decisions tomorrow? Make a good decision now. Attend to the present. Be where you are. Keep your eyes fixed on where you should be now and you will be where you are supposed to be later. Conversations Within ts 1/26/2012 (Madison, MS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8372936041228280136?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8372936041228280136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8372936041228280136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8372936041228280136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8372936041228280136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/02/yesterday-is-but-todays-memory-and.html' title='“...yesterday is but today&apos;s memory and tomorrow is today&apos;s dream.” Kahlil Gibran'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7249539198639387833</id><published>2012-01-31T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:11:28.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Eternity is really long, especially near the end” Woody Allen</title><content type='html'>“And this is eternal life, that they know you the only true God...” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is hard to get one's head around eternal life. Most of us have difficulty just thinking about the next year. Jesus did not define eternal life as living forever. He told us that eternal life is the experience of knowing God. Maybe He said this because it will take an eternity to know Him. When I think about life in these terms it gives me a handle on each moment. The people I meet, the things I do, all become a means of experiencing God in some way. This might sound like mystical nonsense. But once you come to accept that everything around you expresses the creative energy of a Person then everything reveals something to you about that person. I think God will help us with this if we will let Him, sort of like being given a personal tour of a garden by the gardener.  Conversations Within ts 1/25/2012 (On the Road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7249539198639387833?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7249539198639387833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7249539198639387833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7249539198639387833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7249539198639387833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/eternity-is-really-long-especially-near.html' title='“Eternity is really long, especially near the end” Woody Allen'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3972800345306396979</id><published>2012-01-31T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T07:24:40.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Forever is composed of nows.” Emily Dickinson</title><content type='html'>“Whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters little to think about living forever if I am not living life now. As a Christian I am excited at the prospect of life without end but eternal life doesn't begin when we die, it is connected to this moment. It is not only the quantity but the quality of the quantity that matters. It is one thing to merely exist it is another to really live.  And, I should think that living is so much more than the pursuit of endless pleasures. Any one who has lived at all knows the difference between pleasure and joy. I want eternal joy, purpose, meaning. I want life beyond mere feelings or physical sensations. I want something you can sink spiritual teeth into. My life as a Christian in the here and now has given me a taste. I want more! Everlasting life is God's answer.  Conversations Within ts 1/24/2012 (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3972800345306396979?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3972800345306396979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3972800345306396979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3972800345306396979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3972800345306396979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/forever-is-composed-of-nows-emily.html' title='“Forever is composed of nows.” Emily Dickinson'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4670124692612856153</id><published>2012-01-30T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:39:16.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence” Vincent van Gogh</title><content type='html'>“Pursue love...” 1 Corinthians 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that God forces our love by threatening hell misses the very essence of love. Apart of the essence of love is the freedom to choose not to love. Forced love is an oxymoron; there is no such thing. Love must be freely given or it is not love at all. In light of this, it seems reasonable to suggest that this is why God gives people the freedom to love Him or not. This does not mean that there will not be consequences to our choice. There are always consequences. We may ask why there are bad consequences if God loves us. The answer of course is the same reason why there are good consequences. If loving God is truly our best interest and not loving Him truly our worst, then God could not have made it any other way. God can no more deny that He is the source of all goodness, no more than He could tell a lie. If He could do either He would not be God. Conversations Within ts 1/23/2012 (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4670124692612856153?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4670124692612856153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4670124692612856153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4670124692612856153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4670124692612856153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-is-something-eternal-aspect-may.html' title='“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence” Vincent van Gogh'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6508454767720682266</id><published>2012-01-27T23:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:12:11.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To speak the truth in love assumes first that there is such a thing as truth and second, love is the only way to say it if you want it to be heard.</title><content type='html'>“Speak the truth in love.” Paul (A Christian Apologist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing truth without love is like sharing the dictionary definition of a friend to someone who has never had one. The best way to speak about friendship is of course to be a friend. The best way to speak about the value of faith is to live it. What value is there only talking about truth; it is living it that brings certainty. True love is the only truth, everything else is shown to be false without it. This is probably why Jesus tells us that God is love, and that He is truth. In Jesus, God is sharing the truth with us and saying, “I love you!”   Conversations Within ts 1/21/2012 (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6508454767720682266?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6508454767720682266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6508454767720682266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6508454767720682266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6508454767720682266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-speak-truth-in-love-assumes-first.html' title='To speak the truth in love assumes first that there is such a thing as truth and second, love is the only way to say it if you want it to be heard.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1583256374784878007</id><published>2012-01-26T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:00:10.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the eyes of most people, an opinion Is just an opinion even if it is about something we regard as fact..</title><content type='html'>It is probably good to remember this. Just saying!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The tongue of the wise makes knowledge acceptable...” Prov 15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many instances where we might want to influence the people in our life. If I am speaking to my children or my spouse, even a friend I would want them to listen to my counsel if I thought it in their best interest. How we say something and what we say have little value if the people we care about do not listen to us. I also do not want the society I live in to reject Christian values because of my poor representation of them. If no one listens to me it might be because of the way I say something instead of what I say. Most rhetoric today is just preaching to the choir as they say. Are we being wise if the only people listening already agree with our point of view?  Conversations Within ts 1/20/2012 (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1583256374784878007?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1583256374784878007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1583256374784878007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1583256374784878007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1583256374784878007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-eyes-of-most-people-opinion-is-just.html' title='In the eyes of most people, an opinion Is just an opinion even if it is about something we regard as fact..'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5736576230821348892</id><published>2012-01-26T07:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:44:01.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace...where there is injury let me sow pardon...St. Francis of Assisi</title><content type='html'>“Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing...” Peter (who once chopped off the ear of a officer who came to arrest Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago an entertainer who won an award told the crowd that God had nothing to do with their accomplishment and then proceeded to insult Jesus with some base derogatory comment. The response of some Christians was interesting. The next day I received emails calling believers to boycott her movies. My first thought was, How does this response practice turning the other cheek as Jesus instructed his followers to do. I think sometimes it is the great privilege of Christians to turn not only our own cheek but also Jesus' cheek for Him and show kindness in the face of criticism. I have found that many people who speak against Christ are really speaking against Christians who have poorly represented what He taught us to do.  Conversations Within ts 1/19/2012 (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5736576230821348892?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5736576230821348892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5736576230821348892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5736576230821348892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5736576230821348892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-make-me-instrument-of-your.html' title='“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace...where there is injury let me sow pardon...St. Francis of Assisi'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-790619351359661679</id><published>2012-01-25T07:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:21:10.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ninety-nine percent of everything that is done in this world, good and bad, is done to pay a mortgage" Nick Naylor</title><content type='html'>“My Kingdom is not of this world.” Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear the criticism that if you take into account all the money that Christian churches spend on buildings, most which sit empty throughout the week, it seems that modern disciples of Jesus somehow did not understand Him when He said that His kingdom was not of this world. Of course we could probably say the same thing where personal residences are concerned. If we are not careful debt, not the Kingdom of God will often direct how we spend most of our time and energy. There is a better way to live.  Conversations Within ts 1/18/2012 (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-790619351359661679?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/790619351359661679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=790619351359661679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/790619351359661679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/790619351359661679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ninety-nine-percent-of-everything-that.html' title='&quot;Ninety-nine percent of everything that is done in this world, good and bad, is done to pay a mortgage&quot; Nick Naylor'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1986779241358812478</id><published>2012-01-24T07:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:18:31.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If suffering has a purpose, a part of it must be to help wean us from all things temporal.</title><content type='html'>“Set your affections on things above...” Paul (after he was given a glimpse of life after this life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life and I love it so much I could do it forever. This not to say that I would want to live forever in this place of suffering and death. I suppose I am grateful that God has restricted life in our present state. From a Christian point of view, it was one of His kindest acts to assign death to our earthly existence simply so we would not live forever in this messed up world and and also just as messed ourselves. I get the impression that this place has been condemned and is unfit for life as He intends. This is why so much is said about setting our affections that other place yet not to be “so heavenly minded that we are no earthly good.” One person observed and I think rightly so that “those who do the most for this world are those who think most of the next.” Suffering focuses our energies on precisely that. Suffering is one way God helps wean us off of what is passing and encourages us to live for things that will never pass. Conversations Within ts 1/17/2012 (Camp Farrington Al)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1986779241358812478?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1986779241358812478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1986779241358812478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1986779241358812478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1986779241358812478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-suffering-has-purpose-part-of-it.html' title='If suffering has a purpose, a part of it must be to help wean us from all things temporal.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-9050669346394492457</id><published>2012-01-22T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T04:45:19.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes standing up for your rights isn't always the best way to love people.</title><content type='html'>"If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic.” Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in every relationship when you can stand up for your rights or willfully put them aside for a greater good? Jesus taught us to lay aside personal rights if it will put us in a better position to love our neighbor even if our neighbor happens to be a thief. Pretty radical uh? “If someone takes your coat, Give him your shirt as well.” Did Jesus really mean this? Well no one can accuse Him of not practicing His own radical teachings. Love is after all a radical response to a selfish world. Am I willing to turn the other cheek when insulted, forgive when wronged and respond graciously when criticized? If I stand up for my rights I may keep my shirt but miss an opportunity the turn a thief into a friend. Do people live this way any more? Conversations Within ts 1/16/2012 (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-9050669346394492457?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/9050669346394492457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=9050669346394492457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9050669346394492457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9050669346394492457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-standing-up-for-your-rights.html' title='Sometimes standing up for your rights isn&apos;t always the best way to love people.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6751106158047294949</id><published>2012-01-21T07:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:31:35.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If God sent His own dear Son into harms way, He is surely willing to put us in harms way if it will serve the same cause.</title><content type='html'>“How precious to me are your thoughts, God!” Ps. 139&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes tempted to say that it means nothing that God thinks about me where protection is concerned, at least in one sense. Experience tells me that Christians suffer, get sick, die. I know children of believers who have died in auto accidents, one who was raped and others who were brutally murdered. Where is God's protection in this? The usual answer says that in Glory every suffering will be given meaning. What most of us want is the reassurance that it means something here and now. But, even here and now I understand suffering is necessary in a fallen world. Isn't childbirth more than the pain associated with it? The joy of the child when it is born gives meaning to all of the pain. If this is true here and now then why not believe that all sufferings are necessary for the Glory that is being born in us.  All I can say is for now is that we are still in labor.  Conversations Within ts 1/14/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6751106158047294949?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6751106158047294949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6751106158047294949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6751106158047294949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6751106158047294949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-god-sent-his-own-dear-son-into-harms_21.html' title='If God sent His own dear Son into harms way, He is surely willing to put us in harms way if it will serve the same cause.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7741205676169546705</id><published>2012-01-19T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:58:38.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If God sent His own dear Son into harms way, He is surely willing to put us in harms way if it will serve the same cause.</title><content type='html'>“How precious to me are your thoughts, God!” Ps. 139&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes tempted to say that it means nothing that God thinks about me where protection is concerned, at least in one sense. Experience tell me that Christians suffer, get sick, die. I know children of believers who have died in auto accidents, one who was raped and others that who were brutally murdered. Where is God's protection in this? The usual answer says that in Glory every suffering will be given meaning. What most of us want is the reassurance that it means something here and now. But, even here and now I understand suffering is necessary in a fallen world. Isn't childbirth more than the pain associated with it. The joy of the child when it is born gives meaning to all of the pain. If this is true here and now then why not believe that all sufferings are necessary for the Glory that is being born in us.  All I can say is for now is that we are still in labor.  Conversations Within ts 1/14/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7741205676169546705?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7741205676169546705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7741205676169546705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7741205676169546705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7741205676169546705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-god-sent-his-own-dear-son-into-harms.html' title='If God sent His own dear Son into harms way, He is surely willing to put us in harms way if it will serve the same cause.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2164545653282588364</id><published>2012-01-19T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:00:15.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. Vladimir Nabokov</title><content type='html'>“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm.139 (David praying watching the sun rise in the east and setting over the Mediterranean)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have taken to rising early to read, reflect and watch the sun rise over the Atlantic. There is something in a sunrise that moves my heart to awe and adoration. From the rising of the sun to its setting, Father, You are properly praised. To be aware, yes awake to God's presence is to know what it means to “pray without ceasing.” And, to know that God is always there; not just when the sun rises or sets, but in the shower, or the car, daylight and dark, good times and bad is to know friendship like no other. I can never look at a sunrise or sunset without being aware of Him; I think He would teach me how to wake to Him throughout the day.   Conversations Within ts 1/12/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2164545653282588364?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2164545653282588364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2164545653282588364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2164545653282588364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2164545653282588364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-great-sunrise-i-do-not-see-why.html' title='Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. Vladimir Nabokov'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8789287611802512458</id><published>2012-01-18T06:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:09:15.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people drown in the depths of God's mysterious ways, others swim, float, even play in the very same ocean.</title><content type='html'>“Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.” David (speaking to God) Psalms 139 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am over my head most of the time where God is concerned. There is much that puzzles me. But after years and years of trying to touch bottom in the ocean of mysteries, it bothers me less and less that I can't. I think I have finally given up trying to understand some things. I guess you could say that I am growing comfortable swimming in water over my head. I have decided that I will continue to pray even if God says no to what I think is a reasonable even good request. I will try to give Him thanks even when He allows hurt and injury to come to His children. It is enough to know that He is master of the waters, supporting me. I find that if I just stop struggling and lay back, I will float in His divine current. “In Him we live and move and have our being.”  Conversations Within ts 1/11/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8789287611802512458?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8789287611802512458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8789287611802512458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8789287611802512458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8789287611802512458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-people-drown-in-depths-of-gods.html' title='Some people drown in the depths of God&apos;s mysterious ways, others swim, float, even play in the very same ocean.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7902293252789614014</id><published>2012-01-17T07:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:07:18.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently." Robert Brault</title><content type='html'>“You have searched me and know me.” David (speaking to God) Psalms 139 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God surely knows me better than I know myself. I mean, even I cannot predict how I will always react to things. Many times I do not understand why I do some of the things I do. Sometimes I get the impression that God is introducing me to me. I do not always like the person I meet in the mirror. But that is precisely His point. The person He is introducing me to is not that old guy but the guy who doesn't like the old guy. This new me, the one He is creating, does not want to be selfish or a thousand other ugly things I will not mention. God is introducing me to the me that I want to be. Conversations Within ts 1/9/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7902293252789614014?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7902293252789614014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7902293252789614014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7902293252789614014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7902293252789614014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/basically-we-are-all-looking-for.html' title='&quot;Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.&quot; Robert Brault'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6529517561888727357</id><published>2012-01-16T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:04:39.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Private thoughts are public domain where God is concerned.</title><content type='html'>“Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely.” David (speaking to God) Ps 139&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent health problems have caused me to refrain from talking. My wife and I rely on hand signals or text messages to communicate. This limitation has proved no problem for my prayers though. My affliction has served to remind me that God hears my very thoughts. I have always been one to pray out loud so it is strange that I would find myself comfortable conversing only with thoughts. I find that there are many advantages to it. My wife often has to guess what I am trying to say but I am comforted that there is no guess work where God is concerned. Even when I do not know how to voice my prayers, I am assured that God fills in the blanks. What this means is that every through cast in God's direction, even those that are nothing more than an anguished groan, will be accepted and fit into Kingdom purposes. Conversations Within ts 1/10/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6529517561888727357?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6529517561888727357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6529517561888727357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6529517561888727357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6529517561888727357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/private-thoughts-are-public-domain.html' title='Private thoughts are public domain where God is concerned.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5822112039038106721</id><published>2012-01-14T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:53:01.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“When in doubt don't.” Benjamin Franklin</title><content type='html'>“Whatever is not of faith is sin.” Paul (the Apostle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of doubt is often the voice of God for He surely does not want us to do something without faith. Doubt directs. By it the Spirit may be directing us to wait, at least until faith is certain. Doubts within our conscience are often used to convict us that something is wrong. In any case, if I cannot proceed in faith I probably should not proceed. If I question an activity, the fact that I am questioning it may be the only answer I need to stop doing it. Conversations Within ts 1/7/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5822112039038106721?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5822112039038106721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5822112039038106721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5822112039038106721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5822112039038106721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-in-doubt-dont-benjamin-franklin.html' title='“When in doubt don&apos;t.” Benjamin Franklin'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3466947958096672421</id><published>2012-01-13T06:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:13:33.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be” C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>“He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things.” Rom. 8 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God loved Jesus, His beloved Son from all eternity, and He was willing to give him over to such sufferings as we read about in the Scripture, then surely none of us is safe from similar trials. That God did this to His Son because He loved the world is of great comfort to me. But it also tells me something about His priorities. He is willing to hurt in order to heal. He will sacrifice the temporal for the eternal. And also, so very important, He will do whatever can be done within the limits of His own goodness to secure our greatest good.  Conversations Within ts 1/6/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3466947958096672421?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3466947958096672421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3466947958096672421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3466947958096672421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3466947958096672421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-not-necessarily-doubting-that-god.html' title='“We&apos;re not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be” C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4686185305061307402</id><published>2012-01-11T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:07:42.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Any belief worth having must survive doubt” Anonymous</title><content type='html'>“Lord I believe, help my unbelief.” (A father to Jesus when asking help for his son.) Mark 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more at stake in matters of faith than just our own doubts. I would believe God not just for myself but also for the benefit of those I love. I have witnessed the power of love in parents who began to seek God in earnest for no other reason than they want what is best for their children. As my love for family and friends grows, my desire for a greater faith also grows. It bothers me that I do not have faith enough to trust God for the healing of hurting friends. I fear my doubts hinder my prayers for them. If I believe , truly believe, then where is the confidence that God will give me what I ask for when I pray for others. I am in between doubt and faith all of the time. Lord, I believe, help my unbelief, not only for my benefit but for those I love.  Conversations Within ts 1/5/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4686185305061307402?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4686185305061307402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4686185305061307402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4686185305061307402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4686185305061307402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/any-belief-worth-having-must-survive.html' title='“Any belief worth having must survive doubt” Anonymous'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7101317264549789523</id><published>2012-01-10T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:00:35.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith." Robert Brault</title><content type='html'>“For we walk by faith not by sight.” Paul (the Apostle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Scriptures tell us that we walk by faith and not by sight, they do not mean that there can be no certainties to our faith. I personally have good reasons to trust God, He has proven Himself worthy of my trust time and time again. My faith in Him is not a blind faith it is rooted in my personal history. But there are things promised to us that are not yet realized, so all we have to go on is His promise. My doubts, and I certainly have them, usually center on my understanding of what He is promising. If faith in God is anything, it is a personal matter. This means that any certainty we have or may not have will differ depending on our personal experiences of faith. Even though I have certainty in some things, I lack it in others. We must give room for our doubts and the doubts of others. God certainly and patiently does. Conversations Within ts 1/4/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7101317264549789523?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7101317264549789523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7101317264549789523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7101317264549789523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7101317264549789523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-course-i-doubt-i-do-not-practice.html' title='&quot;Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.&quot; Robert Brault'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1376817146693443036</id><published>2012-01-09T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:38:19.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is certainty but the refuge of those whose faith is not strong enough to entertain doubt." Robert Brault</title><content type='html'>“I will question you, and you make it known to me.” (God speaking to Job) Job 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certain some of the things I believe about God are wrong. This is one of the reasons I come here to reflect everyday. If we never have doubts about our beliefs how can the Spirit of God lead us into truth. One of the ways that God instructs is by raising doubt about false assumptions. If this is true how can we know anything with certainty. Faith of course, and with it a good heaping dose of humility. Jesus does promise help, that His Spirit will lead us into all truth. It is good for our pride to remember that in this place we are always being led. No one has arrived. Conversations Within ts 1/3/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1376817146693443036?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1376817146693443036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1376817146693443036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1376817146693443036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1376817146693443036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-certainty-but-refuge-of-those.html' title='&quot;What is certainty but the refuge of those whose faith is not strong enough to entertain doubt.&quot; Robert Brault'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4625817914576391389</id><published>2012-01-09T06:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:52:54.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt.” Buddha</title><content type='html'>“But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.” James 1.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my greatest fears is self-deception. Because of this, I question just about everything. It can be good to be cautious about one's belief but a lingering doubt can cripple. If one is just starting out on a journey of faith, it is understandable to have doubts just as people must gradually learn to trust one another in any new relationship. But over time, when someone has earned your trust, to keep doubting, keep questioning, well lets just say that doubt becomes an insult. I am grateful that God overlooks my insults to Him. I am also glad that He will not settle for this kind of relationship. I believe He wants to move me from doubt to confidence--a kind of causal certainty. I think there comes a time in every healthy relationship when the greatest compliment we give to someone is to take their love for granted. Not that we fail to appreciate it, we just know they will keep up their end of things.   Conversations Within ts 1/2/2012 (Jacksonville. Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4625817914576391389?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4625817914576391389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4625817914576391389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4625817914576391389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4625817914576391389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-nothing-more-dreadful-than.html' title='“There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt.” Buddha'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4378271009006210238</id><published>2012-01-07T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:35:52.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To seek peace without God is to seek breath without air.</title><content type='html'>“Cast all your cares on Him because He care for you.” 1 Peter 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression, “Make your peace with it,” pretty much tells us that peace is something we must do before it is something we feel. What is it that we must do? Well if it can be changed, change it and if not resign to it. When we say that we must make our peace with something, we mean that we must, at least for the present, accept that whatever is, is. The question facing us many times is this, is this issue I am facing right now, one of those things that cannot be changed, at least by me. It may just be that God wants us to give it to Him and stop fiddling with it. 2/31/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4378271009006210238?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4378271009006210238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4378271009006210238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4378271009006210238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4378271009006210238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-seek-peace-without-god-is-to-seek.html' title='To seek peace without God is to seek breath without air.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1606748452987259847</id><published>2012-01-06T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:27:58.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace is first something you do before it is something you feel.</title><content type='html'>“But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?” 1 Jo.3 ESV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not make a proper peace with something or someone it is doubtful that I will feel a proper peace in my heart. I say proper because it is possible to pursue an improper peace. For example, I may be disturbed by the plight of the poor in Africa and want to do something about it. It is possible to unplug these concerns by simply pushing them out of my mind but this is making peace with my feelings and not with the problem. I can do the same thing with a person with whom I am out of sorts. If all I do is want to feel good I have made a god out of my  feelings and care nothing for righting what is wrong.  12/30/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1606748452987259847?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1606748452987259847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1606748452987259847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1606748452987259847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1606748452987259847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/peace-is-first-something-you-do-before.html' title='Peace is first something you do before it is something you feel.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4392247508066205110</id><published>2012-01-05T06:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:51:40.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One cannot promote peace and pride on the same banner.</title><content type='html'>Every goodness follows those who promote peace for they will be called God's children. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray the prayer of St. Francis quite often, the one that begins, “Lord make me an instrument of your peace.” The problem is that my pride often gets in the way. For example, I sincerely pray that these reflections encourage peace in the lives of those who read them. But sometimes I find myself more concerned about writing something original than I am about the original reason for writing. That reason is to find the peace of Jesus in my own heart and then to share it with family and friends. Any self centered concerns that creep in do not promote His peace just my pride. The only banner I should fly is the banner of His love. 12/29/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4392247508066205110?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4392247508066205110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4392247508066205110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4392247508066205110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4392247508066205110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-cannot-promote-peace-and-pride-on.html' title='One cannot promote peace and pride on the same banner.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4073585358007761515</id><published>2012-01-04T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:01:51.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“If they want peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks that precede cannon shots.” Napoleon Bonaparte</title><content type='html'>“If they want peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks that precede cannon shots.” Napoleon Bonaparte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” Colossians  3 NIV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are miniature nations. It is at home we must learn to thicken our skin of sensitivity to insult and injury. It is with family members that we must first turn the other cheek. Learning how to overlook an offense is one of the first lessons of love. How can I forgive my enemy if I cannot forgive my spouse? What hope do we have of peace in the world if there is no peace in the home? 12/28/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4073585358007761515?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4073585358007761515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4073585358007761515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4073585358007761515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4073585358007761515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-they-want-peace-nations-should-avoid.html' title='“If they want peace, nations should avoid the pin-pricks that precede cannon shots.” Napoleon Bonaparte'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1840411625069053954</id><published>2012-01-03T04:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:30:27.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is better to be at peace with unpleasant surroundings than to be in pleasant surroundings and have no peace.</title><content type='html'>“The Kingdom of God is within you.”  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time that I was in a serene place by a mountain stream peacefully meandering through the Smokies but had no peace in my heart  at all.  If we don't bring our peace with us, serene places won't give it to us, at least nothing that will last. Lasting peace is a state of our spirit. When we are at peace with God He leads us beside the still waters of inner peace. Our fragmented heart starts to heal. This peace will try and spill over into our relationships and into our surroundings but because its source comes from within, it will not be lost if the outside world refuses it. 12/27/11 Conversations Within ts (On the Road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1840411625069053954?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1840411625069053954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1840411625069053954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1840411625069053954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1840411625069053954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-better-to-be-at-peace-with.html' title='It is better to be at peace with unpleasant surroundings than to be in pleasant surroundings and have no peace.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6862870056292984953</id><published>2012-01-02T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:16:25.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” Mother Teresa</title><content type='html'>“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I argue, it can usually be traced to forgetfulness. We forget that we promised to love each other even on the days we don't like each other. We forget that love doesn't run away and sulk, it always seeks the highest good of the one you love. Each of us must remember, that to a large degree, God desires to define who we are by our service to one another. The question I ask myself is do I see myself as a servant to those in my life. If I am not thinking of ways to serve people, I may be thinking of ways to use them and that always leads to trouble. 12/26/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6862870056292984953?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6862870056292984953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6862870056292984953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6862870056292984953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6862870056292984953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-we-have-no-peace-it-is-because-we.html' title='“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” Mother Teresa'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-9031550616078205454</id><published>2011-12-31T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:05:43.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Do not plant your dreams in the field of indecision, where nothing ever grows but the weeds of "what-if."  ~Dodinsky</title><content type='html'>“Choose you this day whom you will serve!” Joshua 24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bothered when I make a decision to do something, something I know is  good and right and then fail to follow through with it.  How many times must I decide to stop eating junk food, or rein in worthless words. Why can't I just decide right now that I will never say another unkind word to anyone or another critical word about someone. The truth is, that we can decide these things, but we must decide them every day all through the day, every time the temptation to do otherwise presents itself. Some things must be decided again and again. What good is a good decision today if I reverse it tomorrow. 12/24/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-9031550616078205454?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/9031550616078205454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=9031550616078205454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9031550616078205454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9031550616078205454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-not-plant-your-dreams-in-field-of.html' title='“Do not plant your dreams in the field of indecision, where nothing ever grows but the weeds of &quot;what-if.&quot;  ~Dodinsky'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1873772203171430967</id><published>2011-12-30T07:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:18:43.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” Flora Whittemore</title><content type='html'>“Knock and the door will be opened to you.” Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are physical and spiritual doors in life. But I suppose the  tangible doors we open are telling enough. I open the door of our refrigerator every day. What I keep inside it is certainly reflected in my mirror and on my scales. I also open the door to our camper and car everyday. Our choice to live on the road reveals a great deal about the kind of life we have chosen. We spend a lot of time outdoors which only shows my love of wood, wind and water. We also frequent the doors of family and friends. Sometimes we go see people behind the locked doors of a prison. There are other doors I think Jesus wants to open for me-the doors of the sick, the lonely, the oppressed, the orphan and widow. Doors are very telling of the life we lead. 12/23/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1873772203171430967?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1873772203171430967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1873772203171430967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1873772203171430967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1873772203171430967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/doors-we-open-and-close-each-day-decide.html' title='“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” Flora Whittemore'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3926810174587776993</id><published>2011-12-29T07:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:19:32.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Life is the sum of all your choices.” Albert Camus</title><content type='html'>“The Spirit wars against the flesh and the flesh against the Spirit.” Galatians 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that life is the sum of our choices is just another way of saying that life is the sum of our desires, at least our strongest ones. Don't we always choose our greatest desire when we are able to do so? The key then to right choices would be to feed the right desires. We must stoke the stove of all we know to be good and right and true if its fire is to burn the brightest in our conflicted heart. Christians believe that this is where grace comes into play. God helps us by working in us proper desires that compete against those natural desires which have run amuck.  2/22/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3926810174587776993?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3926810174587776993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3926810174587776993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3926810174587776993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3926810174587776993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-sum-of-all-your-choices-albert.html' title='“Life is the sum of all your choices.” Albert Camus'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8194135824736249767</id><published>2011-12-28T06:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:04:23.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“New Year's Day is every man's birthday.” Charles Lamb</title><content type='html'>“Teach me to number my days that I may apply my heart to wisdom.” Psalm 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is time to someone who is promised eternal life?  Yet Jesus tells us to value time and to make the most of it; not because time itself is limited but the time left to us in this place certainly is. He put it this way. “Work while it is day, night is coming when no one will be able to work.” There are things entrusted to each of us during our sojourn here--chores that we must finish before the sun sets. We all share some of the same chores. Everybody is put here to enrich the life of others. But I think all of us have tasks uniquely assigned to us. One of the most important aspects of life is knowing what God wants me to do. One clue must surely be the resources entrusted to us. Yet, it is often in our weakness that we discover our greatest contribution to others. People like Helen Keller have showed us that God's power can be demonstrated as much, if not more, in what we do not have  than what we have. 2/21/11 Conversations Within ts (On the road, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8194135824736249767?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8194135824736249767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8194135824736249767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8194135824736249767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8194135824736249767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-day-is-every-mans-birthday.html' title='“New Year&apos;s Day is every man&apos;s birthday.” Charles Lamb'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8578320932119931094</id><published>2011-12-27T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:51:46.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's.” Henry Moore</title><content type='html'>“I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's.” Henry Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keep in step with the Spirit.” Galatians 5  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have gained freedom from various addictions have been given a precious gift. They understand that freedom comes to us a choice at a time. I have heard them refer to it as “my next right choice.” I may resolve to lose weight, quit smoking, start exercising, or begin any number of beneficial activities this next year but the truth is that any success I have, God willing, will come from one right decision following another. We can only live one choice at a time. God is that voice inside us, shining light on the right path, offering every encouragement to take it but decidedly leaving the choice to us. The choice has to be ours if we are to know true freedom. 2/20/11 Conversations Within ts (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8578320932119931094?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8578320932119931094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8578320932119931094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8578320932119931094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8578320932119931094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-in-terms-of-days-resolutions.html' title='“I think in terms of the day&apos;s resolutions, not the year&apos;s.” Henry Moore'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1077206102397430134</id><published>2011-12-26T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T07:51:44.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year,....</title><content type='html'>but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas.” Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be where you are! Ecc. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been much for special days. Every day is a birthday, a Sunday, a New Years Day. At least I want to live this way. Imagine living in such a manner that we treat each moment as if it were the only moment. It is not how we treat people on their birthday but how we treat them every day of the year that really matters. There should be no Sunday Christians. Everyday should be a Christmas, an Easter, a celebration of all that God intends life to be. The quality of our interactions each day should be as though we lived a thousand years in it. Rise up, redeem the time, savor every breath, be this moment, and every moment.     2/20/11 Conversations Within ts (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1077206102397430134?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1077206102397430134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1077206102397430134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1077206102397430134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1077206102397430134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-are-so-worried-about-what-they.html' title='“People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year,....'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1899479696312621022</id><published>2011-12-24T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:42:37.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat...</title><content type='html'>...Of peace on earth, good-will to men!” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Peace on earth goodwill toward men.” Luke 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is surely a wildness to the sweet grace of God. He delights in every expression of mercy. I cannot help but wonder if the angels who made this first announcement were amazed that God would want peace with our rebellious rabble. One wonders what God the Father said to the Son on Christmas Eve. I can  imagine Him saying something like, “I appreciate you doing this Son. They are going to mock you Jesus, beat and kill you, but I will use it to save them.” Wild and sweet indeed!   2/16/11 Conversations Within ts (Chelsea , AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1899479696312621022?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1899479696312621022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1899479696312621022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1899479696312621022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1899479696312621022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-heard-bells-on-christmas-day-their.html' title='“I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat...'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-637768824266056419</id><published>2011-12-23T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:52:59.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Christmas!  The very word brings joy to our hearts.”</title><content type='html'>“She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask ten Western people about some of their favorite memories, it would be a good bet that a Christmas memory would be one of them. My dear mother and dad helped make my every Christmas a magical memory. Glittering lights on our aluminum tree, eggnog, candy, presents, leaving cookies for Santa and in my home the annual reading of the Christmas story and the poem, Annie's and Wilie's prayer. I still love watching all the Christmas specials on TV, Rudolph and who could forget Charlie Brown's Christmas which always reminded us of the real reason for the season. I remember squinting in the bright lights of my Dad's Kodak Camera as He walked around on Christmas morning trying to record on film what was destined to never be forgotten anyway. Who could forget such wonderful memories? For me Jesus is the cause of all of this joy. Even when He is not center stage, He is the stage of everything good about life. He did not sign His name under every rock when He made the world but His presence still permeates every candy cane hung in this Blessed season.  12/14/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-637768824266056419?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/637768824266056419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=637768824266056419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/637768824266056419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/637768824266056419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-very-word-brings-joy-to-our.html' title='“Christmas!  The very word brings joy to our hearts.”'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4088438739889339660</id><published>2011-12-22T07:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:08:28.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Three phrases that sum up Christmas are: Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men, and Batteries not Included.” Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>“Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies it remains alone but if it dies its brings forth much fruit.” Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in this world that remind us that this life must pass if we are to be as happy as God intends us to be. No matter how wonderful our celebrations are in this place they will always lack the luster of all that is promised. Batteries are not included, festive lights have to be replaced, toys break, and loved ones fall ill  and die even at Christmas time. But all these temporal trials  serve to remind us that a more glorious age is coming. The Prince of Peace returns not to renovate and remodel this world but to demolish and replace it with a new one. The same can be said for each of us. The seed must fall to the ground and die before it is raised an eternal harvest. 2/16/11 Conversations Within ts (Chelsea , AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4088438739889339660?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4088438739889339660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4088438739889339660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4088438739889339660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4088438739889339660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-phrases-that-sum-up-christmas-are.html' title='“Three phrases that sum up Christmas are: Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men, and Batteries not Included.” Author Unknown'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5025897382335103021</id><published>2011-12-21T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:24:12.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The spirit of Christmas fulfills the greatest hunger of mankind.” Loring A. Schuler</title><content type='html'>“My peace I give you.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the simplest terms Jesus was born to bring peace on earth. Who doesn't want peace. That we want peace pretty much means that we don't have it as a lasting condition. We know moments of it, but like most things in this world, it passes.  I tend to be in and out of it, sometimes several times a day. What is emphatic from the teaching of New Testament is that we already have peace with God because of His accomplishments on the cross. The problem is that we don't feel like we do and this spills over on to every thing else. The great test of faith is to ignore our feelings and believe!  2/15/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5025897382335103021?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5025897382335103021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5025897382335103021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5025897382335103021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5025897382335103021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/spirit-of-christmas-fulfills-greatest.html' title='“The spirit of Christmas fulfills the greatest hunger of mankind.” Loring A. Schuler'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4084391447790158055</id><published>2011-12-20T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:59:53.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don't clean it up too quickly.” Andy Rooney</title><content type='html'>“I am the light of the world!” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pure grace how the wonder of Christmas splashes its joy even on people who have never put personal faith in Christ.  As the song says without ever mentioning His name, “Its the most wonderful time of the year.” People can't help tapping their toes when they hear good music and the melody of Jesus fills the world every Christmas season.  We date our calendars around Him, His birthday is the world's most celebrated holiday. Jesus has left His mark on the world by giving us a season of gift giving, charity, lights and carols. People may try and take Christ out of Christmas but every celebration of family life, loving your enemies, sharing presents and hanging lights is unquestionably what He taught us to do. His influence is the fragrance of love.  Trying to take Christ out of Christmas is trying to spell Christmas without the word Christ. 12/13/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4084391447790158055?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4084391447790158055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4084391447790158055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4084391447790158055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4084391447790158055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-most-glorious-messes-in-world-is.html' title='“One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don&apos;t clean it up too quickly.” Andy Rooney'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4330618882147431542</id><published>2011-12-19T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:52:53.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If we have ever questioned God's intentions toward mankind, Christmas is His answer.</title><content type='html'>“And on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased."  Luke 2 NASB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's answer to our pride is the humility of Jesus. His answer to our selfishness is His sacrifice. His answer to our rebellious hearts is abounding grace and love. Everyone of us is that prodigal child mentioned in the good book. And what are God's intentions for such a rebellious race? He declares them to the world every Christmas morning; He wants everyone to come home for the celebration. What celebration? Our return of course.   12/12/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4330618882147431542?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4330618882147431542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4330618882147431542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4330618882147431542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4330618882147431542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-we-have-ever-questioned-gods.html' title='If we have ever questioned God&apos;s intentions toward mankind, Christmas is His answer.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7509186489496187831</id><published>2011-12-17T06:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:02:20.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.” Lord Byron</title><content type='html'>“Two are better than one.” Ecc.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal is not a meal if it is not eaten, and joy is not complete if it is not shared. God made us in pairs. It is His kind intention that we not be alone but have family and friends and fellowship. It is a joy to belong. C. S. Lewis put it this way, “I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are, the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.”     12/10/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7509186489496187831?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7509186489496187831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7509186489496187831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7509186489496187831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7509186489496187831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-have-joy-one-must-share-it-happiness.html' title='“To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.” Lord Byron'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-237464460906793706</id><published>2011-12-16T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:51:34.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.” Marianne Williamson</title><content type='html'>“...your sorrow will turn into joy.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the power of joy lies in our focus. No matter what is going on around me where I chose to center my thoughts lives within me. Joy comes to us when we choose to gaze at the kind intentions of God in and through any circumstance. Joy is the companion of a faith which rests in the absolute goodness of God and in His sovereign power to turn adversity into advantage and the worst day into the best. 12/9/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-237464460906793706?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/237464460906793706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=237464460906793706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/237464460906793706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/237464460906793706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/joy-is-what-happens-to-us-when-we-allow.html' title='“Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.” Marianne Williamson'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-661438268930046373</id><published>2011-12-15T06:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:30:46.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans have a great capacity for joy;  it is worth considering what brings it to us.</title><content type='html'>Humans have a great capacity for joy;  it is worth considering what brings it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...the joy of the godless is but for a moment? Job20&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone is capable of joy. What is so very telling is what causes us to have it. If I find joy in the suffering of others, say for revenge, or if it is a joy to me to get away with stealing, then my joy is perverted. One brother has said, “It is the stealing of the apple that is bad, not the sweetness.” It is easy to see that there is nothing wrong enjoying the sweetness of an apple but if it is sweet to my soul to steal it, that is a terrible corruption. Augustine confessed that he enjoyed stealing fruit from his neighbor's tree even when he did not care for the fruit. If revenge, or stealing or hurting someone is sweet to the soul then the very soul has gone bad. Monsters are made this way. Of course Augustine is remembered as a godly man which is so very telling of the power of repentance and faith. Grace can work change in our spiritual taste buds. 12/8/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-661438268930046373?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/661438268930046373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=661438268930046373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/661438268930046373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/661438268930046373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/humans-have-great-capacity-for-joy-it.html' title='Humans have a great capacity for joy;  it is worth considering what brings it to us.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-248430080345297732</id><published>2011-12-14T06:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:23:53.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.” Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>“Light is sown for the righteous, and joy for the upright in heart.” Ps.97&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is great confidence when you know that you have made the right choice even if there is a measure of suffering for it. Joy always comes to us when we center ourselves on all that is good and right and true. This means that joy, like the sun can rule the day. It can also, like the moon give light to us in the night. There is a quiet joy when we know that we are where God wants us to be. Such joy gives light to our way even in the darkest night  12/7/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-248430080345297732?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/248430080345297732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=248430080345297732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/248430080345297732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/248430080345297732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-selfishness-and-complaint-pervert.html' title='“As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.” Helen Keller'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2967155589436582030</id><published>2011-12-13T06:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:50:29.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others.....</title><content type='html'>you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.” Eleanor Roosevelt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine someone who is always thinking of ways to improve your life; who is always surprising you with some act of  kindness. What a blessing it would be to know someone who is always encouraging you, building you up, lending you a helping hand; who is always there for you. What a joy it would be to live in the company of  such a person. I can hardly think of anything that would bring me   greater joy than to have a friend like that unless of course, I become a friend like that. 12/6/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2967155589436582030?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2967155589436582030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2967155589436582030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2967155589436582030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2967155589436582030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/since-you-get-more-joy-out-of-giving.html' title='“Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others.....'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-888851557001496722</id><published>2011-12-12T06:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:48:44.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian formula for lasting happiness; Jesus Others You!</title><content type='html'>“I have told you these things that my joy may be in you and your joy made full.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From a Christian point of view, happiness is one of those things where proper priorities are important. When we choose to put God first and others before ourselves we are promised lasting happiness. We might wonder that if we do this to be happy then aren't we really putting our self first. Well in one sense, certainly we are! We must truly love ourselves before we can properly love God or anyone else. God doesn't mind if we seek happiness, He has wired it into our makeup.  Jesus is not telling us not to make our  joy a priority, He is telling us how we can best achieve it. He is telling us that it is wrong to seek only our own happiness. No one can be totally selfless, but we can certainly avoid being totally selfish.  12/5/11 Conversations Within ts (Jacksonville , FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-888851557001496722?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/888851557001496722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=888851557001496722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/888851557001496722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/888851557001496722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/christian-formula-for-lasting-happiness.html' title='Christian formula for lasting happiness; Jesus Others You!'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1712938880096491679</id><published>2011-12-10T06:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:00:55.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.” Robert Brault,</title><content type='html'>“Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.” Robert Brault,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pursue love.”  1Cor.14 ESV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always in the details. We don't love people in a general way, we love them in particulars. The other day my brother invited me to go sit with him while he went hunting. We had carried two stadium chairs to put in the stand for comfort. One was of them was broken so you could not lean back in it. When I climbed up into the stand after my brother I noticed that he had given me the good chair. It is not just in big sacrifices that we show love but in small things, deliberately expressed everyday, year after year until the seed becomes the tree. The funny thing about love is that we begin to love whoever we purposefully serve. If I start showing kindness to a friend, a co-worker, a stranger and even an enemy my heart will follow and my love will grow. 12/3/11 Conversations Within ts (Shenandoah , AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1712938880096491679?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1712938880096491679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1712938880096491679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1712938880096491679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1712938880096491679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-greatest-touch-up-artist-of-all.html' title='“Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.” Robert Brault,'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6197970752195160675</id><published>2011-12-09T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:41:24.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Love is a game that two can play and both win.” Eva Gabor</title><content type='html'>“Love your neighbor as yourself.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the idea of working for a “Win Win” in relationships I thought it was a contradiction to the teachings of Jesus to turn the other cheek. But I realize now that if I lose and my partner always wins then ultimately my partner is the one losing. If we are committed to our partners highest good then we simply can not allow this. If our partner is to win, we must help them see the importance of loving others as much as they love themselves and this may mean refusing to let them take advantage of us. Of course there are times when we may choose to turn the cheek if for no other reason than to communicate the same message. The Spirit will help us decide when and what response is best. 12/2/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6197970752195160675?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6197970752195160675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6197970752195160675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6197970752195160675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6197970752195160675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-game-that-two-can-play-and-both.html' title='“Love is a game that two can play and both win.” Eva Gabor'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-9070273972137470093</id><published>2011-12-08T07:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:20:44.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.” Michael Leunig</title><content type='html'>“And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment...” Phil.1.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is another day to love and to be loved. Surely there is no better life than to spend your day loving people. And, we could also say that there are times when nothing can be more difficult. This is why our love must mature in wisdom. Love seeks what is the best for those we love, wisdom shows us the best way to love them. What value is there in knowing what is best but failing to achieve it because of the wrong approach. Of course we can learn wisdom by trial and error, what we could call the hit and miss approach or we could use a better approach and just ask God for it. He has promised to give wisdom to those who ask. His greatest command directs us to our greatest need and that is to look to Him for the greatest results. 12/1/11 Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-9070273972137470093?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/9070273972137470093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=9070273972137470093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9070273972137470093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9070273972137470093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-one-another-and-you-will-be-happy.html' title='“Love one another and you will be happy. It&apos;s as simple and as difficult as that.” Michael Leunig'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5610252572767064960</id><published>2011-12-07T07:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:11:44.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The art of love... is largely the art of persistence.” Albert Ellis</title><content type='html'>“Love bears all things.” 1Cor.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a commitment to seek the highest good of the people in our lives. This means that we must often be tenacious at it. I do not mean this in a pestering sort of way, but a patient one. Love bears all things, it puts up with a great deal in order to act in someones best interest. Love will suffer abuse, insult, even persecution if these things are necessary to benefit the ones we are seeking to love. Jesus of course is our example in this. Christmas pictures for us the great lengths that God will go to secure our highest good. Why else would God dress up like a human, and walk our fragmented world.  11/30/11  Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5610252572767064960?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5610252572767064960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5610252572767064960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5610252572767064960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5610252572767064960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-love-is-largely-art-of.html' title='“The art of love... is largely the art of persistence.” Albert Ellis'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2838101606134666051</id><published>2011-12-06T07:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:23:13.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.” Peter Ustinov</title><content type='html'>“Forgive.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, forgiveness will be a regular privilege. I say privilege because overlooking an offense is a necessary step to serve them and all service is a privilege. Jesus tells us it is because anytime we serve someone, He says that we are serving Him. Is there any greater privilege than that? When love matures there is even joy in pardoning, not in the offense mind you but because we have yet another opportunity to seek someones highest good.  11/29/11  Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2838101606134666051?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2838101606134666051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2838101606134666051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2838101606134666051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2838101606134666051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-act-of-endless-forgiveness.html' title='“Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.” Peter Ustinov'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7143275912205278637</id><published>2011-12-05T07:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:41:04.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” - Hamilton Wright Mabi</title><content type='html'>“God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3.16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, during the Christmas Season, my wife and I stopped to get a Starbuck's coffee. When we pulled up to the window to pay, the attendant inside told us that the person in front of us had already paid for our order. The Spirit of Christmas inspires such acts of kindness which is to say that the Spirit of Jesus is  working in people. I am absolutely certain that acts of love and kindness have the power to make a Christmas out of everyday of the year. “God is love, those who abide in love abide in God and God in them.” If we want more of God, it is as simple as loving people. 11/28/11  Conversations Within ts (Birmingham, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7143275912205278637?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7143275912205278637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7143275912205278637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7143275912205278637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7143275912205278637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessed-is-season-which-engages-whole.html' title='“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” - Hamilton Wright Mabi'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8137510330342188622</id><published>2011-12-03T06:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:44:41.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May God help us to see through every disguised blessing.</title><content type='html'>“Your God turned the curse into a blessing for you, because the LORD your God loved you.”  Deut.23.5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that blessings are often hidden in difficulty. Faith teaches us how to penetrate the disguise. One reason is to help us persuade our heart to endure the trial and allow it to benefit us. Faith turns every obstacle into opportunity. But we must learn how to manage our doubts and let faith have that perfect work. If I tell myself that my present adversity is a scalpel in God's hand to heal me and not a knife in an enemies hand to hurt me, I will stop trying to squirm off the operating table. Easier said than done but it can be done if we talk, even argue ourselves out of moments of doubt and fear into a clear apprehension of God's good and gracious intentions towards us. Do I believe God is in control? Do I believe He loves me?  Do I believe that no matter what comes He can use it for my good? Believe it! See it! Endure and embrace it! 11/25/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8137510330342188622?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8137510330342188622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8137510330342188622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8137510330342188622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8137510330342188622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-god-help-us-to-see-through-every.html' title='May God help us to see through every disguised blessing.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7102471891450641604</id><published>2011-12-02T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:17:04.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“If God sends you down a stony path, may he give you strong shoes.”</title><content type='html'>"I will never leave you nor forsake you." God (Heb.13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never alone. Even when I am alone I am not alone; God is always there. I guess it is a grace that I have always been aware of it, I even take it for granted. I am not always appreciative of His presence, I may even be angry with Him for some short sighted reason but even in those moments I know that He is there and not in some generic way, but in a personal one. Sometimes I think He is just standing there doing nothing to help me. These feelings never last long. I eventually realize that His being there is help enough. He patiently helps me to focus, to accept His help even though it may not be the kind of help that I want. Usually my self-induced trauma will settle and I realize that He is not only there but He is always there for a good reason, that He is not just there, but personally committed and attending to my highest good. 11/24/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7102471891450641604?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7102471891450641604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7102471891450641604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7102471891450641604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7102471891450641604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-god-sends-you-down-stony-path-may-he.html' title='“If God sends you down a stony path, may he give you strong shoes.”'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2659147226118960131</id><published>2011-12-01T07:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:41:58.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May the road rise up to meet you.</title><content type='html'>May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.... Unless of course you need a kick in the seat of your pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons.” Heb.12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not appreciate times of ease and gracious seasons of prosperity and health. But living on easy street may not always be in our best interest, especially if  we have grown complacent about spiritual matters. Sometimes God lavishly spoils us like a grandparent but He certainly disciplines us as a parent. Thank Him that He does. I do not think He does this to punish for punishments sake but to prune us of things holding us back from growing up into Christ. He inspires us to greater spiritual heights. Sometimes this may mean a kick in the seat of the pants to get us moving. 11/22/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2659147226118960131?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2659147226118960131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2659147226118960131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2659147226118960131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2659147226118960131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/12/may-road-rise-up-to-meet-you.html' title='May the road rise up to meet you.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5452140044515862387</id><published>2011-11-30T06:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:35:57.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“May your days be many and your troubles be few.”</title><content type='html'>“Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were not weak nor his strength gone.” Deut.34 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would want to live a long life if it isn't a good life. If I wind up living to be an old man with few troubles as God undoubtedly appoints some to it, then I will consider myself most blessed. But if I do not make it to old age or if trouble finds me in my sojourn I am still blessed.  All the beauty and magic of this place only entices me to a greater hope of the coming Kingdom. Why settle for  many days when Jesus promises countless days.  I recently took up surfing and absolutely love it. I find myself wishing I had discovered it when I was younger. But no matter, the Spirit often lays a hand on my shoulder and reminds me of the “Endless Summer” that is coming.  11/21/11  Conversations Within ts (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5452140044515862387?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5452140044515862387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5452140044515862387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5452140044515862387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5452140044515862387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-your-days-be-many-and-your-troubles.html' title='“May your days be many and your troubles be few.”'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7783386686198502218</id><published>2011-11-29T08:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:18:12.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“May you never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.”</title><content type='html'>“May you never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remember the wondrous works that he has done...” 1Ch.16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my wife poked me over buying Christmas presents this year and said, “You don't want to be a Scrooge.” I smiled and replied, “Yes I do.” I then reminded her that in the end Scrooge was a kind and giving person who overwhelmed people with his generosity. It is not how one starts but how one finishes that counts. We do tend to remember the bad in people rather than the good. I suppose it takes practice to change this. I feel certain that nurturing an attitude of thankfulness will work this change. It is a blessed person who chooses to see the world with grateful eyes. The next time I am tempted to think bad of something or someone, let me respond by offering thanks for at least one thing concerning it or them. If I can't, let me ask God for His help. 11/21/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7783386686198502218?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7783386686198502218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7783386686198502218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7783386686198502218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7783386686198502218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-you-never-forget-what-is-worth.html' title='“May you never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.”'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5726805248379083440</id><published>2011-11-28T07:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:00:13.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“May your walls know joy, may every room hold laughter, and every window open to great possibility.” Mary Anne Radmacher</title><content type='html'>“...and Jacob blessed Pharaoh.” Gen.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be customary to give a blessing to someone when you met or departed. A blessing sounds rather formal and we are a casual generation, a sort of off-the-record kind of culture. A blessing is a prayer for someone, not merely wishing they would get better or pass a test. Perhaps we would do well to return to the practice and make our prayers official by going on-the-record so to speak and tell people exactly what we are asking God to do for them. “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.” 11/20/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5726805248379083440?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5726805248379083440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5726805248379083440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5726805248379083440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5726805248379083440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-your-walls-know-joy-may-every-room.html' title='“May your walls know joy, may every room hold laughter, and every window open to great possibility.” Mary Anne Radmacher'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-610771665068483851</id><published>2011-11-26T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:20:41.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“He who sits by the fire, thankless for the fire, is just as if he had no fire.” ~W.J. Cameron</title><content type='html'>“Then Jesus answered, "Were not ten cleansed? Where are the nine?'” Lk.17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of all the sins of men, ingratitude reflects our self-centered pride the most. The very air we breathe is borrowed, the life and operations of every cell that make up our body is held together by the Father of life. No child insults a parent more than the person who refuses to acknowledge and appreciate God for the life given them.  We were purposefully created to enjoy Him in all things and above all things. Our failure to do this is to miss the true meaning of life and to substitute death for life.  11/17/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-610771665068483851?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/610771665068483851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=610771665068483851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/610771665068483851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/610771665068483851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-who-sits-by-fire-thankless-for-fire.html' title='“He who sits by the fire, thankless for the fire, is just as if he had no fire.” ~W.J. Cameron'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-193680962559655996</id><published>2011-11-25T07:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:23:26.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“On Thanksgiving Day we acknowledge our dependence.” William Jennings Bryan</title><content type='html'>“Give us this day our daily bread.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things we never outgrow. I remember having to trust God to take care of us while I was studying in seminary. After graduation I got my first job making more money than I ever had before. When the church told me what I would be making I looked at Brenda and quietly but excitedly said, “We're rich.” I think in the back of my mind I thought we were going to do fine financially and did not need God to take care of us like we needed Him to get through school. Never having made so much money I got careless with spending and in a couple of months we spent all of my salary but forgot to pay the electric bill. I felt foolish and embarrassed and did not know what to do. The very next day we got a check in the mail from the seminary saying that we had overpaid our tuition. The check was almost the exact amount of the electric bill. I think this was God's way of telling us that we never outgrow our need to look to look to Him or be responsible with what He entrusts to us.  11/16/11  Conversations Within ts (Between, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-193680962559655996?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/193680962559655996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=193680962559655996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/193680962559655996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/193680962559655996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-thanksgiving-day-we-acknowledge-our.html' title='“On Thanksgiving Day we acknowledge our dependence.” William Jennings Bryan'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8781039299592190065</id><published>2011-11-24T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:29:17.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” Thornton Wilder</title><content type='html'>“Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.” Ps. 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are fond of telling me that when you live on the road, everyday is Friday. I think for those living in the free world, thankfulness should not only be a holiday but a way of life. I want to be the kind of person who is so filled with gratitude that complaint, criticism or feeling sorry for myself would all be foreign languages to me. Let me wake to the sheer joy of all that I have been given and if it is ever taken away, to the joy of what can never be. 11/15/11  Conversations Within ts (Augusta, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8781039299592190065?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8781039299592190065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8781039299592190065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8781039299592190065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8781039299592190065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-can-only-be-said-to-be-alive-in.html' title='“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” Thornton Wilder'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1541178537669229326</id><published>2011-11-23T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:15:20.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“String the pearls of His favor.” Henry Ward Beecher</title><content type='html'>“Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.” Ps.103 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget. I forget people's names; the end of movies I have watched;  I forget to do things, or keep promises and most regrettably I forget all that God has done for me in my brief sojourn. I am amazed that I would doubt anything where God's provision, protection or guidance is concerned. Never once has He failed to come through for me. I could fill a book with story after story of not only answers to prayers but daily interactions. Blessed Lord forgive my silly forgetfulness of all you have done for me through the years. Help me remember and recount Your faithfulness. 11/14/11  Conversations Within ts (Augusta, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1541178537669229326?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1541178537669229326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1541178537669229326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1541178537669229326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1541178537669229326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/string-pearls-of-his-favor-henry-ward.html' title='“String the pearls of His favor.” Henry Ward Beecher'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6188963669810397180</id><published>2011-11-22T07:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:34:30.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts... nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.” H.U. Westermayer</title><content type='html'>“The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts... nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.” H.U. Westermayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“l give thanks to the LORD with my whole heart.” Ps.9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of hardship are often the most thankful. Like hardened trees growing on a wind blown summit, the gusts of tough times have pruned away any dead limbs of ingratitude and caused the roots of trust to grow deep into the Rock of Ages. Such people  possess an inner strength, a solidness of faith expressed in simple gratitude. The thankful hearts of such people are unmoved by the howling blasts of adversity. 11/13/11  Conversations Within ts (Augusta, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6188963669810397180?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6188963669810397180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6188963669810397180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6188963669810397180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6188963669810397180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/pilgrims-made-seven-times-more-graves.html' title='“The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts... nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.” H.U. Westermayer'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6762404857433158140</id><published>2011-11-21T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:51:09.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I say grace before the concert and the opera...</title><content type='html'>and grace before I open a book...before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.” G.K. Chesterton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From the rising to the setting of the sun the name of the Lord is to be praised.” Ps.113&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said the blessing over many a meal while in the grocery store walking through the abundance of fruits and vegetables that surround me. Is there ever a time or place amid such blessings where saying grace is not appropriate?  Thanksgiving is also receiving. Center your heart on God's praise and the power of a grateful spirit will guard your heart and mind from any evil this world may conjure. Praise is the shield of those who bless the name of the Lord. Bless His glorious name! 11/12/11  Conversations Within ts (Augusta, GA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6762404857433158140?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6762404857433158140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6762404857433158140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6762404857433158140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6762404857433158140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-say-grace-before-concert-and-opera.html' title='“I say grace before the concert and the opera...'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8431077245272752142</id><published>2011-11-18T06:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:20:09.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all your time.” Willem de Kooning</title><content type='html'>“The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts.” 1Sa.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor can be more preoccupied with money than the rich. Those that have are often less worried about losing their money than those who have not are about getting it. This may be false security on the part of the wealthy but ditto that for the poor. If we have food and clothing the Good Book says that we should be content and equally believe whether poor or rich that God is the one who takes care of us. It is one thing for me to be frugal with the money entrusted me and another to be preoccupied with it. 11/10/11  Conversations Within ts (Fernandina Beach, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8431077245272752142?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8431077245272752142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8431077245272752142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8431077245272752142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8431077245272752142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/trouble-with-being-poor-is-that-it.html' title='“The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all your time.” Willem de Kooning'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6109966882684989713</id><published>2011-11-17T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:05:18.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.” Antonio Porchia</title><content type='html'>“Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor man, poor in ways I am still discovering. I do not mean poor by material standards. I possess riches that even King Solomon did not have. He could not have an ice cold beverage anytime he wanted one or drive sixty miles an hour in an air conditioned chariot listening to any music I desire. He could not instantly talk to a friend or family member half way around the world. The reason I say I am poor is that I still find myself eating the pig slop of lesser desires when infinite joy is mine for the having. I still find it hard to break the habit of the old me and put on the new me. 11/9/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6109966882684989713?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6109966882684989713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6109966882684989713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6109966882684989713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6109966882684989713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-poverty-is-not-complete-it-lacks-me.html' title='“My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.” Antonio Porchia'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5794979308068104527</id><published>2011-11-16T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:35:52.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak.” Juvenal</title><content type='html'>“For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might become rich.” 2Co.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot Lord. I fail to see others as I know You want me to see them. My prejudices blind me. Tap me on the shoulder, rouse me anyway you can and help me pay attention to the people around me. Wake me to the beauty you see in people. Help me to never divide people , at least in a discriminating way, into poor, rich, girl, boy, white or black, Christian or not. If I make a judgment let it be to see people as made in your image, potential princes and princesses in your kingdom. 11/8/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5794979308068104527?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5794979308068104527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5794979308068104527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5794979308068104527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5794979308068104527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/seldom-do-people-discern-eloquence.html' title='“Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak.” Juvenal'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3092316809243678831</id><published>2011-11-15T06:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:03:58.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“We have grown literally afraid to be poor. We despise anyone who elects to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life.” William James</title><content type='html'>“We have grown literally afraid to be poor. We despise anyone who elects to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life.” William James &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him?”James 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a sin to be poor. As a matter of fact I can think of times when voluntary poverty is a virtue. Some choose to live on less to give more, their poverty is a sacrificial offering to God. I know parents who take a cut in pay to spend more time at home with their children; their treasure is in family not stuff. Some prefer looking to God for daily bread instead of trusting the false security of an annual income. Jesus was poor by this world's standards. He spent his life serving others instead of paying a mortgage and chose service over salary. None of this is to say that if you own a nice home or make lots of money you are a servant of money instead of a servant of God. It is to say that those who are rich in faith have real wealth; money is just a tool to serve it.  11/7/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3092316809243678831?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3092316809243678831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3092316809243678831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3092316809243678831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3092316809243678831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-have-grown-literally-afraid-to-be.html' title='“We have grown literally afraid to be poor. We despise anyone who elects to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life.” William James'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5979361933043018511</id><published>2011-11-14T06:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:13:50.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.” Heinrich Heine</title><content type='html'>“...were made strong out of weakness...” Heb.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has used poverty plenty of times to work great wealth of character in people. History is replete with examples of this. Think of a great person and chances are that poverty or adversity was one of the tools God used to shape their greatness. The Lord's strength is found in our weakness. If I find myself in meagerness of money or means or health, I am in a position to discover the great wealth of God. It is not poverty itself that is good, but the power of God discovered in it when I  look to Him. Doing without often works wonders within if we allow it to. 11/6/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5979361933043018511?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5979361933043018511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5979361933043018511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5979361933043018511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5979361933043018511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/poverty-sits-by-cradle-of-all-our-great.html' title='“Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.” Heinrich Heine'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6419425512643829802</id><published>2011-11-12T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:25:33.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I am positive that one of the great curatives of our evils... would be a return to the soil, a rehabilitation of the work of the fields.” Charles Wag</title><content type='html'>“The LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it.” Gen.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good many people are returning to growing their own vegetables or at least buying them locally grown. Health concerns are one reason but I cannot help but believe that something resonates in us when we somehow manage to get closer to the earth. There is something therapeutic about getting back to nature. I believe that planting a garden, keeping a house plant, making something with your hands are all a means of grace. I think God meets people when they do these things just as He does in prayer and meditation. Stray too far from working with your hands and the soul will miss out on an intended means of knowing God. 11/5/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6419425512643829802?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6419425512643829802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6419425512643829802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6419425512643829802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6419425512643829802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-positive-that-one-of-great.html' title='“I am positive that one of the great curatives of our evils... would be a return to the soil, a rehabilitation of the work of the fields.” Charles Wag'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-2338768904563111366</id><published>2011-11-10T05:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:40:33.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Everything in the world may be endured except continual prosperity.” Goethe</title><content type='html'>“Take care lest you forget the LORD...” Deut.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that we do not know what we have until it is taken away but it doesn't have to be this way. We are told to enter God's gates with thanksgiving. Good advice! The simple words, “Thank you,” will help me not forget how wonderful it is to see, to walk, to taste. The appreciative words, “I am grateful...” can give us eyes to see God's many blessings. I have noticed a number of people writing out one thing they are thankful for every day during the month of Thanksgiving. This sound like a good practice everyday of the year. This morning I wrote that I am grateful for scented shampoo because it reminds me how good I have it. 11/3/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, Fl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-2338768904563111366?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/2338768904563111366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=2338768904563111366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2338768904563111366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/2338768904563111366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/everything-in-world-may-be-endured.html' title='“Everything in the world may be endured except continual prosperity.” Goethe'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6700242004159383891</id><published>2011-11-09T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:05:36.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?” Paul</title><content type='html'>“A wise son loves discipline...” Prov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a friend ask me to pray that God would give her opportunities to learn patience. Boy I was impressed with such a brave request. Most of us appreciate maturity even if we do not appreciate the trials that cause it. I suppose it is a good thing if we learn to value pain as the necessary means to bring to us some gain. Not that we say, “Oh boy,” when adversity comes our way, but perhaps we would do well to give thanks even as we ask for grace to bear it. One is not made strong if never asked to carry some burden nor can we learn patience without circumstances that demand it of us. 11/2/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6700242004159383891?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6700242004159383891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6700242004159383891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6700242004159383891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6700242004159383891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-can-society-that-exists-on-instant.html' title='“How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?” Paul'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-9211082305053447823</id><published>2011-11-08T06:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:58:03.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“What has always made a hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his heaven.” Friedrich Holderlin</title><content type='html'>“And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.” Job 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent death of Steve Jobs at fifty-six, is a sobering reminder that none of us  can expect to remain very long in this place. I know this, everybody knows this, but we manage to push it into the background of everyday life. I suppose this is good if it allows us to function but bad if we fail to appreciate its lesson. That lesson of course is to live for fruit that will follow us after we leave this place.  When God prospers us here by giving us health or a long life it is never to strengthen our ties to the sinking ship of this world.  We should never waste time building castles in the sand. The tide is coming in. 11/1/11  Conversations Within ts (Jax, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-9211082305053447823?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/9211082305053447823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=9211082305053447823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9211082305053447823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/9211082305053447823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-has-always-made-hell-on-earth-has.html' title='“What has always made a hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his heaven.” Friedrich Holderlin'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3592245690664133333</id><published>2011-11-07T06:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:47:07.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“We cannot get grace from gadgets.” J.B. Priestley</title><content type='html'>"Take care...one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a gadget generation. I often wonder how my life would change without my smart phone or computer. Like all material possessions, contraptions can trap us in a wasteland of empty pursuits. Things are meant to serve us in our pursuit of the eternal purpose never imprison us to the trivia of the temporal. This is not to say that we cannot use these things for personal enjoyment, it is to say just the opposite. If they serve my attachment to eternal things I can give thanks for it and use it. I suppose the grave is the grand sift. If it won't pass through that, use it, don't become attached to it.  10/31/11  Conversations Within ts (Marianna, FL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3592245690664133333?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3592245690664133333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3592245690664133333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3592245690664133333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3592245690664133333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-cannot-get-grace-from-gadgets-jb.html' title='“We cannot get grace from gadgets.” J.B. Priestley'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-4156527308832620025</id><published>2011-11-05T06:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T06:18:56.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Once you become aware that the main business that you are here for is to know God, most of life's problems fall into place of their own accord. " J.I</title><content type='html'>“Fear God and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” Ecclesiastes 12:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom literature of the Bible consistently points to one prevailing attitude and repeatedly refers to  it as “the fear of the Lord.” The fear of the Lord is a loving respect and humble acceptance of His directives. A proper fear of  God may start out as a fear of punishment if we do wrong but it matures to loving respect for Him as our Father. It is to acknowledge His rightful place to tell us what to do, do it and to accept from His hand all He chooses for us in life. The fear of the Lord moves us to praise Him when the road is marked with sunshine or with suffering. “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, Blessed be the name of the Lord.”   10/29/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-4156527308832620025?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/4156527308832620025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=4156527308832620025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4156527308832620025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/4156527308832620025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-you-become-aware-that-main.html' title='“Once you become aware that the main business that you are here for is to know God, most of life&apos;s problems fall into place of their own accord. &quot; J.I'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-8696959235221757715</id><published>2011-11-04T06:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:05:22.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I have tried...to make every pleasure a channel of adoration.” C. S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>“...to him who alone does great wonders, for his steadfast love endures forever.” Psa.136 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is the very wonder of life and every wonder may give birth to worship. Every fascination, a babies breath, drapes of light in the mornings mist, blankets of snow covering a mountain landscape, every wonder is made more wonderful when they become channels of adoration. If you want to nurture great thoughts of God ponder His hand in  Creation. 10/28/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-8696959235221757715?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/8696959235221757715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=8696959235221757715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8696959235221757715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/8696959235221757715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-triedto-make-every-pleasure.html' title='“I have tried...to make every pleasure a channel of adoration.” C. S. Lewis'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-7746534825875226789</id><published>2011-11-03T06:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:15:46.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorrect thoughts about God can never diminish His true worth, just our experiences of it.</title><content type='html'>“The Lord is good.” Ps.100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all of the time but I may not experience that goodness if I question it when something bad comes my way. If I am suspicious of God's kind intentions bitterness may deprive me the gift of His peace in the midst of some trial. If I see God as an uncaring impersonal deity, then everything that happens to me will be influenced by my prejudices notions. Like a wild animal I may try to bite and scratch the hand that comes to free me from the snare that I have entangled myself in. Sometimes the way we see God becomes the snare that entangles us in a sea of doubt and suspicion. 10/27/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-7746534825875226789?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/7746534825875226789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=7746534825875226789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7746534825875226789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/7746534825875226789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/incorrect-thoughts-about-god-can-never.html' title='Incorrect thoughts about God can never diminish His true worth, just our experiences of it.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-633747252829140865</id><published>2011-11-02T06:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:03:15.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God; and so there's no room left for worry thoughts.” Howard Chandler Christy</title><content type='html'>“Early will I seek you.” Ps.63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship never fails to cure the worries of the world. Whenever I listen to some song of praise, every fear subsides, the tempestuous seas of my heart become tranquil waters and I know that I am safe in the mighty arms of the Most High. I wish to build into the rhythm of my morning and evening prayers such songs of adoration and praise. I would be well versed in worship, that it would be an expression as natural as breathing, the familiar ground I walk, so that I may bask in the warmth of God's pleasure and find His smile my greatest treasure.  10/26/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-633747252829140865?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/633747252829140865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=633747252829140865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/633747252829140865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/633747252829140865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-morning-i-spend-fifteen-minutes.html' title='“Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God; and so there&apos;s no room left for worry thoughts.” Howard Chandler Christy'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6455369633913666783</id><published>2011-11-01T06:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:27:09.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great thoughts of God will inevitably produce great faith in God; this equation can be reversed.</title><content type='html'>“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord.” Mary (Mother of Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I confess that my faith in God is often hindered when I look around me instead of looking above me to all His promises. If I really believed all the things I have written about Him in my reflections I would know it is utterly impossible for Him to not keep a promise. It is all a matter of focus. I can hold up a small dime and block out the sun. I need to stop looking at my petty problems and lift my gaze to the One who sits  enthroned in the Heavens, who calls me His son, who has seen me through countless trials and who promises that the one in front of me now is no match for His power and of no consequence to His love.  10/25/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6455369633913666783?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6455369633913666783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6455369633913666783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6455369633913666783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6455369633913666783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-thoughts-of-god-will-inevitably.html' title='Great thoughts of God will inevitably produce great faith in God; this equation can be reversed.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5444481592472760651</id><published>2011-10-31T07:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:13:56.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Great thoughts of God ennoble all of life. Small thoughts of God destroy those who hold them.” William MacDonald</title><content type='html'>"God is great!" Ps.70 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent toothache pushed me to review some of my feelings toward God. I remember pacing back and forth in the middle of the night telling Him that while I knew pain to be a good thing, the level of pain I was experiencing was absolutely unnecessary. I angrily asked what would prompt Him to create such a terrible thing. After my bruised tooth settled down, my bruised soul realized that there were levels of pain that could shake my faith in God's wisdom and goodness. The little test, if I could call it such, has not only persuaded me that I do believe in His goodness and wisdom but that I also believe that His grace alone can sustain my faith in moments of doubt. How wise is our God to make pain as well as pleasure. Help me when I doubt this Lord. 10/24/11  Conversations Within ts (Holy Ground, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5444481592472760651?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5444481592472760651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5444481592472760651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5444481592472760651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5444481592472760651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-thoughts-of-god-ennoble-all-of.html' title='“Great thoughts of God ennoble all of life. Small thoughts of God destroy those who hold them.” William MacDonald'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6467760482610638257</id><published>2011-10-29T06:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:52:38.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience,..</title><content type='html'>...then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch." C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out."  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every non-living thing obeys God. A rock always does what a rock is supposed to do. Water always seek the lowest point because God commands it to do so. The sun, moon and stars travel the course that is set for them. The laws of nature never fudge in their obedience. The same cannot be said for living creatures. It seems that when man rebelled, all nature, at least all living things went renegade. Murder, cancer, malaria are all rogue behavior. God is still Lord over all of this. But at least for the present it is His will that living things be able to resist His will. Let me obey God like water obeys Him but as a living creature freely choosing obedience and His Kingdom will come, if only in my heart. 10/22/11  Conversations Within ts (Montgomery, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6467760482610638257?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6467760482610638257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6467760482610638257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6467760482610638257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6467760482610638257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-humans-should-have-become-as.html' title='&quot;When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience,..'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-5243655613600393640</id><published>2011-10-28T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T06:14:57.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“One can believe intellectually in the efficacy of prayer and never do any praying.” Catherine Marshall</title><content type='html'>“One can believe intellectually in the efficacy of prayer and never do any praying.” Catherine Marshall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.” Jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is useful only if it serves doing. It is doing that defines whether we experience life as God intends. Doing, not knowing, is always the means to, and the final measure of, every benefit. To believe in the value of prayer or reflecting on God's word, but practicing neither, is like sitting at a table of delicious food looking but not eating. Knowing without doing is to die of thirst holding the water of life in your hand. 10/21/11  Conversations Within ts (Montgomery, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-5243655613600393640?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/5243655613600393640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=5243655613600393640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5243655613600393640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/5243655613600393640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-can-believe-intellectually-in.html' title='“One can believe intellectually in the efficacy of prayer and never do any praying.” Catherine Marshall'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-6007412223119483126</id><published>2011-10-27T06:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:11:59.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The freedom to disobey is not the problem, disobeying is.</title><content type='html'>“Sin came into the world through one man, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned--” Rom.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a perfect God would give us the power to choose is reason enough to believe that our freedom to do so is necessary to know and love Him. The freedom to choose has never been our problem. Everything wrong with the world is the abuse of that freedom just as everything right with the world is the proper use of it. True submission to God is always voluntary and motivated by love.  Forced compliance would never work in Heaven. There will be no police in Glory. 10/20/11  Conversations Within ts (Camp Carols, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-6007412223119483126?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/6007412223119483126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=6007412223119483126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6007412223119483126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/6007412223119483126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/freedom-to-disobey-is-not-problem.html' title='The freedom to disobey is not the problem, disobeying is.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-3246567083843425862</id><published>2011-10-26T06:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:34:40.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing is everything! Nothing happens till you flip the switch, take the step, practice what you know, and where God is concerned, do what you are told</title><content type='html'>“And he did not do what was right in the eyes of the LORD...” 2Ch.28 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is silly to blame a diet for not working if we do not do what it tells us to do. The same may be said for our faith. People tell me all the time that they tried trusting God and it did not work. I know that when I feel this way it is usually because I am using the word trust to mean something other than obey. I have always found trusting God to work when trust moves me to do something and I do it. 10/19/11  Conversations Within ts (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-3246567083843425862?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/3246567083843425862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=3246567083843425862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3246567083843425862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/3246567083843425862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/doing-is-everything-nothing-happens.html' title='Doing is everything! Nothing happens till you flip the switch, take the step, practice what you know, and where God is concerned, do what you are told'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16078808402872194.post-1392639674585176930</id><published>2011-10-25T06:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:16:56.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience is the joy not the burden that Jesus would teach us.</title><content type='html'>Obedience is the joy not the burden that Jesus would teach us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You will abide in my love if you keep my commandments. I tell you these things so that my joy may be in you and your joy made full.”  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often my struggle to comply that teaches me the absolute wisdom that I do so.  If I find obedience to God's will a burden this only persuades me that obedience is my best course of action. Think about it. Most of the things that are good for us are things that we find a burden to do—at least at first. Eating right, exercise, moderation, saying no to certain fleshly appetites are all points of struggle within us simply because we know we should be doing them and aren't. It is when we finally cross over and do them that we will discover the joy of  obedience. Finding joy in obedience is learning to dance to rhythm of righteousness.  10/18/11  Conversations Within ts (Camp Farrington, AL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16078808402872194-1392639674585176930?l=gracemodeste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/feeds/1392639674585176930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16078808402872194&amp;postID=1392639674585176930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1392639674585176930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16078808402872194/posts/default/1392639674585176930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracemodeste.blogspot.com/2011/10/obedience-is-joy-not-burden-that-jesus.html' title='Obedience is the joy not the burden that Jesus would teach us.'/><author><name>Tim and Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07341131726284822615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
