Oatmeal Pancakes

I have made these twice now, and they are delicious! Enjoy, and, here's to your health!

Oatmeal Pancakes**
YIELD: 12 small pancakes

PREPARATION TIME: 5 minutes

COOKING TIME: 20 minutes

Details
When your everyday oatmeal breakfast becomes boring, mix it up with these excellent pancakes! They are packed with the nutrition of a bowl of Eat-Clean oatmeal and more!

Ingredients
• 2 1/2 cups / 600 ml dry rolled oats

• 6 egg whites • 1 cup / 240 ml milk of your choice

• 1 Tbsp / 15 ml ground flaxseed

• 1 Tbsp / 15 ml safflower oil

• 1 tsp / 5 ml baking powder

• 1 tsp / 5ml vanilla • 1 tsp / 5ml cinnamon

• Cooking spray

Preparation
Place all ingredients in a blender or food processor. Blend the mixture for 20 seconds. The resulting mixture should be smooth. Spray a griddle or skillet with cooking spray. Heat over medium heat. Pour 1/4 cup of pancake mixture on the hot surface. Cook until the panckes are dry and bubbly on the edges. Bubbles should appear on top, as well. Turn and brown the other side.
Use unsweetened applesauce, or mixed fruit to top your oatmeal -- not maple syrup.

**This recipe is from the Eat Clean Diet book.

God's Workmanship

Ephesians 2:10:
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.

For the love of the scandal

Let's be honest, our society loves a good scandal. Pop star shaves her head, *wham* it is on every magazine cover. Actor goes to rehab, *bam* the story leads the evening news. Yet another "famous" couple divorces due to someone having wandered outside their marriage, and yep, it too is splashed across magazines and news coverage. The fireman who pulled someone out of a building? Eh? Whatever, it is his job. The teacher who influenced a child's life so dramatically that the child, once in poverty, is now leading his own company? Boring. The family who serves in their community simply because they like helping others? Snooze.

There was a great article in our paper about Josiah, and how his family is handling his death. As I was reading the article, for some reason, I scrolled down to the comments section. I thought I would be reading encouraging words to the family. Wrong. Some individuals posted that the "truth" should be revealed so the rest of us can learn from this accident. Their story claims he was running from the cops. Their story would receive a whole lot of media attention, and would definitely reveal a scandal. I can see the headline now, "Pastor's son goes down the wayward road and is killed in tragic accident." Good grief. The truth? He was not trying to outrun cops, but yes, he was speeding. End of story.

I wonder, if this had been a family not so bold in their faith, a family who was short on hope and deep in grief, if those comments would have been left. I wonder if the person, short on their facts as they may have been, would have cared so much if it had not been a pastor's son. Unfortunately, probably not because some "ordinary" man's son involved in a traffic accident just isn't scandalous enough. It makes my stomach turn.

This family, though solidified in their faith and their hope of Heaven, is grieving. The road ahead will be filled with its share of sorrows. So tell me, why do others have to try to add to it? It is sad to me that society cannot take a family walking out their faith without thinking there is something more to the story, something being covered up. All for the love of a scandal. Sorry to break the news to you, but there are, and I know this for a fact, some people in this world who are making right decisions, managing them well, and trusting God for every step. And, even when life doesn't go as planned, they are still able to rejoice.

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it hardly behooves any of us
To talk about the rest of us.
Edward Wallis Hoch (1849 - 1925), Marion (Kansas) Record

Never tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for certainty, and if you know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, 'Why should I tell it?'
Johann K. Lavater

Something to Remember - B. Reith - 9/22/09

Enjoy the video of my buddy, B. Reith. His new album comes out September 22nd, so go get it...yo. You can also find him on facebook, by going here, or on MySpace, by clicking here. Enjoy, and be blessed!

1 Cor 6:20 - WFW

1 Cor 6:20 - WFW
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1 Corinthians 6:20:
For you have been bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body.

Two weeks ago, we headed out to the county fair. It was surprisingly fun, but maybe that is because we stayed in the air conditioned building a majority of the time. Anyway, these crazy BMX guys were there showing off their insanity amazing talents. It was incredible to watch, yet also quite nerve racking (for the mom that I am). My daughter was even intrigued by their gravity defying stunts.

I love the picture I captured here. What freedom, what joy! It makes me wonder if he knows he has been bought, that in being a slave to Christ, he is actually quite free. I wonder if he chooses to do this to glorify God. Is he putting his gifts to use? I do not know. But, I pray he is aware of every bit of that. I hope he goes out, for each show, fully aware of the body given him by Christ, and shows off the work God has done.

Be blessed today, and for more, wonderful Word Filled Wednesday posts visit Susan at Forever His.

Tragedy and triumph

For a great article about Josiah's memorial service, as well as a few clips and videos, please click here.

As you read the article, there are some pictures and a video clip on the right hand side of the page. Faith in action, it really is beautiful.

Roller coaster oh roller coaster

Typically, I love roller coasters. I love the speed, the turns, and especially being taken around loops. This week though? It has been a roller coaster of emotions, and I am ready to get off this ride. It began with the end of the earthly life of a former student, took a turn with an incredible sermon on suffering by our fabulous pastor (which, you need to listen to once it's posted, just go here), went for a loop during a beautiful, yet heartbreaking memorial service, and has careened into all sorts of emotional twists and turns with our desire to move.

The memorial service has brought up so many other memories and moments and has made, in some ways, enduring my own child's temper tantrums harder. Each time I become impatient, I think of the way too many people I know who have had their children ushered into Heaven. I believe those parents would love to have just one more hug, one more kiss, hear one more tantrum. So, I find myself hugging my girl a little longer, showering her with kisses even more than before, and never wanting our playtimes to end.

This afternoon, as I met with my weekly prayer buddy, she received a call that her grandmother is being taken to hospice. Her grandmother is 93 (or about to be 93) and has alzheimer's. As my friend put it, "I haven't been able to have a conversation with her in 7 years, but that doesn't make it any easier." How true, how true.

Today is also my parent's 38th wedding anniversary (insert whistles and an assortment of party noises here). I wish we were there to throw them a party, to help them celebrate - after their celebratory dinner of course.

But, I believe it is time to unfasten the buckle of this coaster and step off. Time to step back and simply breathe, to listen to nature and watch her closely. See her beauty, absorb her sounds. It is time to unwind, and gain some footing.

And that is why, my friends, my prayer buddy and I will be heading out tomorrow night to hear some live music. Time away, and time to simply be. I believe it will be the perfect way to exit from this week.

Thursday's Thoughts

• I keep thinking today is Friday, which is fine, since I thought yesterday was Thursday.
• My brain is still processing Josiah's memorial service. It was absolutely incredible, and truly an example of faith in action. It's supposed to be posted online, and though hard to watch, worth every minute.
• It is raining, hard, outside. I am thankful for it too because our yard was in need of watering. Thanks God for helping me on that one!
• I have been using the Deceptively Delicious cookbook lately. Yummy creations are abounding in this house! It has also made me realize when we have our next child, making our own baby food will be a good option for us.
• We continue to wait and trust for a buyer for our home. Our attitudes have changed, though our hearts still long to be in Texas very very soon.
• Last week, my sister's oldest called me. We talked for about half an hour, and I loved every bit of it. I had so much fun, but was saddened because she is growing up so much! That little girl is becoming a wonderful young lady.
• Time to go make another yummy creation. Enjoy your day peeps!

Web - WFW

Web - WFW
Originally uploaded by chelled.

Proverbs 10:19:
When there are many words, transgression is unavoidable, but he who restrains his lips is wise.

Spiders are such amazing creatures. Have you ever watched them weave their webs? It is astounding really how detailed and intricately they work, and they do it, silently. They go about their business, designing their webs, and unless you happen to run smack into it, you may never know they are there.

Twice this week, I have heard Proverbs 10:19, and multiple times this week, I was wishing I had paid better attention to Proverbs 10:19 during various Bible reading times throughout my life.

This verse actually makes me think of my husband. He is a man of few(er) words, and when he does speak, it is usually quite purposeful. Don't get me wrong, he can be as silly and goofy as I can, but he is careful with his words. I love that about him, and I'm trying to learn from him. I am thankful I at least have a model in this area of life to look to!

On a side note, Tuesday was Josiah's memorial service. Due to the fact I hadn't scheduled a babysitter for my girl, I opted to watch the service from home. People, I felt like I was in church, not watching a memorial service! Truly, it was a beautiful picture of God's people praising Him for what He has done. The service will be available to watch by going here. Every person should watch it, I guarantee you will be changed! I thank God for him, for his family, for his friends, for the people who were there, for the songs sang, and for the words spoken. It is good friends, oh so good, to be a part of God's family!

Be blessed today, and for more, wonderful Word Filled Wednesday posts visit the 160 acre woods.

Celebration of Life

Today is Josiah Berger's memorial. This afternoon at 4:00 pm, people will gather to celebrate his life on earth, and rejoice in his welcoming into Heaven. So many people are expected, that it will be streamed on the internet. Since there will be no childcare, and it seems they don't want children in the sanctuary (which I fully understand), I will be taking advantage of the online streaming.

Sunday morning, as our pastor was unleased one of the greatest sermons I have ever heard on suffering (yes, I'll be linking it when it is available online), he discussed being with Pastor Steve and his wife as they prayed for healing for their son, Josiah. I am thankful, and proud, to be under the leadership of Pastor Chris Williamson. He, quite honestly, spoke of the moments he could say nothing because there was nothing to say to these parents praying for a miracle. He chose to be there, by their side, and I'm thankful for that. He was there when it was found out that Josiah had signed up to be an organ donor. Thursday, Josiah's parents were crying out to receive a miracle, Friday, they found out they would be giving a miracle instead (that is how Pastor Steve Berger has phrased it). Pastor Chris said Josiah's dad beemed with pride as he said, "Chris, in three hours, my son is going to save other lives."

My heart aches for them. This brings up other memories, and so my head becomes flooded with sorrow and grief. Then my mind remembers that the end of life here is only the beginning of life eternal. There is hope, there is joy, there is another chapter. I remember that Jesus stood up for Stephen, "Look," he said, "I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God" (Acts 7:56). So, I cling to the thought that as Josiah entered Heaven's gates, Jesus stood up and said, "Welcome my son, welcome."

Please continue to pray for the friends and family of Josiah Berger.

Rest now, son

Picture copied from here.

The following was written by Josiah's family:

A Facebook post from Josiah’s sister Heather reads, “Josiah changed 77 lives today and literally GAVE life to 5 that wouldnt have survived otherwise. sometimes miracles happen in ways that we dont expect, but the miracle still happened.”

10:00pm Friday: Sarah and I wish to thank everyone for your unequalled love and support. We have fought the good fight of faith, prayed without ceasing and trusted Jesus. Now, we have the joy of realizing our Josiah is in heaven. We take great pride and joy in Siah's decision to donate his organs. Siah will now live on in heaven and earth. Hallelujah forever!
To God be the glory!
—Pastor Steve

The memorial service for Josiah Berger will be Tuesday afternoon. I will be going, tissues in hand. I watched a video of his parents speaking at their church this morning. In it, his father stated, "We prayed to receive a miracle, instead, God had us give a miracle." Wow.

Please continue praying for the Berger family and Josiah's friends. A long road lies ahead, but God is definitely in the midst.

Praising in Heaven

The following was just posted by Josiah Berger's father: Sarah and I wish to thank everyone for your unequalled love and support. We have fought the good fight of faith, prayed without ceasing and trusted Jesus. Now, we have the joy of realizing our Josiah is in heaven. We take great pride and joy in Siah's decision to donate his organs. Siah will now live on in heaven and earth. Hallelujah forever! To God be the glory!

Please continue to pray for this family as they walk this road, shielding by their faith and mourning their loss. Praise the Lord this is not the end, just a separation, for a time.

Calling all prayer warriors

Time to storm the gates of Heaven friends! Please be praying for Josiah Berger, a former student of mine who graduated from high school in May. He was in a car wreck Tuesday night, and it is bad. The following was posted on the facebook page set up for him: Josiah is now on full life support and in need of a life giving creative miracle from the Lord. We are continuing to pray and asking everyone to continue with us. We will keep you posted.

Please take a moment to pray for him. Also, pray for his family. His father is a senior pastor at Grace Chapel, but even a pastor will struggle in dealing with the possible life of a child. Pray for peace, support, and a strong knowing that God is there with them, holding onto them as they hold onto their son.

For an article that was published in the paper, click here.
For those of you who are on Facebook and would like to send them a prayer, click here for the FB address.

One on One

After two weeks of feeling prompted to step away from the computer for at least 24 hours and chat with God, I finally did. So much for immediate obedience, right? My impatience has been annoying even to me, and I knew some time with my Father would help, but I didn't want to be told to wait. But, that, my friends, is exactly what I was told.

Throughout the day I would pray and ask God to "show me," and as I flipped open the Bible a verse about waiting would poke out its head. Upon reading, I was basically thinking, "Show me something else God!" Since God cannot lie, He never did show me anything else. He simply said, "Wait, and rejoice in me." Ouch, on both counts. Our hearts long so badly to be in Texas that we have become grumpy and impatient. We have not been thankful for the time we have left here, for the moments we are getting to have in the present. We are so focused on the future, we are missing everything here. Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. And so, that is where we are, where I am. Wait, rejoice, repeat.

Let me leave you with some scriptures I read through yesterday, and let me be honest, I seriously would randomly open the Bible and start reading. I had no plan, no starting point, just a heart that needed to hear from God.

Psalm 130:5-8
I wait for the LORD, my soul does wait, And in His word do I hope. My soul waits for the Lord More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning. O Israel, hope in the LORD; For with the LORD there is lovingkindness, And with Him is abundant redemption. And He will redeem Israel From all his iniquities.

Psalm 88:1-4
O LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried out by day and in the night before You. Let my prayer come before You; Incline Your ear to my cry! For my soul has had enough troubles, And my life has drawn near to Sheol. I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit; I have become like a man without strength

Isaiah 55:11
So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; it will not return to me empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.

Isaiah 54:10-11
"For the mountains may be removed and the hills may shake, But My lovingkindness will not be removed from you, And My covenant of peace will not be shaken," Says the LORD who has compassion on you. "O afflicted one, storm-tossed, and not comforted, Behold, I will set your stones in antimony, And your foundations I will lay in sapphires.

Iron sharpens iron - WFW

Iron sharpens iron
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Provers 27:17
Iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.

My buddy Christine. She is wonderful, and for the last month or so, we have been meeting together once a week to pray. With each of us having a young child, sometimes our prayers and quick and quite direct. We do however have those rare moments we get to really dive deep, and enjoy our time there. It's been good, and challenging, and wonderful. As we share life with one another, we are being sharpened by one another. What a blessing to have such a friend!

I will be away from the computer until Wednesday night so I am posting this early. So, forgive me for not commenting on my fellow WFW-ers blogs. Be praying for me, the frustrations are rising as our house is still not selling. Ah, time to get away with the Lord!

Be blessed today, and for more, wonderful Word Filled Wednesday posts visit the 160 acre woods.

She knows me, and still calls me friend

Proverbs 17:17 A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity.

This morning, I was lucky blessed to have breakfast with a college friend. Our time together has always involved side splitting laughter, awkward stares from others, and memories to fill the pages of a memoir, some of which are better left untold. There are some moments, scattered throughout our friendship that are hard, even painful to remember. To say she has seen the ugliest parts of me would be a vast understatement. She was on the receiving end of one particular self-righteous, loud-mouthed, tirade. I thought I was right in what I said, but I certainly didn't speak out of a place of love or caring. I spoke to be right. She responded as someone in that position rightly should, and every word I received was well deserved.

My friend has walked through the fires of hell, on many levels, yet continues to walk forward. I have always admired her for that. She has lived through nightmares I cannot fathom, and there were even moments during our time this morning that I found myself holding back tears. She said it feels like she is always starting over, and she's tired of it. I do not know how that feels, nor can I pretend to. I would love to remove some of her scars and her burdens. The best I can do, however, is to encourage her to simply keep going. I told her I'm proud of her, and I am. I am blessed to be able to witness her strength and her courage, and more blessed to call her friend.

It has been years since we have sat beside each other, but today it felt like it was only yesterday. We are now a little wiser, a little older, but still laughing. As I drove away, I thought about the fact we only received one awkward stare today, hmmm, we must be off our game. I also thought of how wonderful it will be to be living in the same state again, a short drive from one another. And that book of memoirs? There are still some chapters to be written.

Lessons from the foliage cont'd

Yesterday, I shared a question that entered my mind while out trimming some shrubbery, "What good is having a light if no one can see it?" I have been pondering this ever since that evening in the yard, and more so since writing about it yesterday. While skimming through an old notebook this morning, I came across the following entry dated June 24, 2002:

"There's a longing in my heart, a longing for something more. What I have is not enough without reason and meaning. I am nothing and have nothing without the love of Christ, his hand upon my life. Meaningless. Maybe it is true; it is all meaningless if this world is all I have. My heart aches and cries out to be filled with what will last and what cannot be destroyed by human hands. If all there is to life is what is of this world, then I want no part of it. I want eternity, a life filled with God, a death that reunites me with Him. I want to
run after that which He is calling me to and to be fearless and confident that His will shall come to pass, and His name glorified. I want every breath to remind me of who He is and who I am in Him. I want less of me."

As I read through that, I thought, "hmmm, I wanted the light to be seen." And I began to wonder what it is that compels me to hide away in some moments and to be bold in the next. I wondered if others see any light at all. The question rang out, "What good is the light if no one can see it?"

My mind passed over countless situations, others who are shining, vividly, for others to see.

I know a young woman who left her husband,with two children in tow. She is facing it all head on, handling everything with integrity. Though she is wounded, she has yet to utter a complaint. Her light is shining.

A friend from college has endured memories of abuse, knowledge of an innocence stolen from her, and has fought and struggled to make it ever since. Just to breathe is a victory on some days. And now, with a daughter, she presses on. She doesn't know it, but her light shines.

There are the parents who had to bury their child, long before they had ever planned to. Throughout the heartache, the learning to live with the void, they praise God. They are thankful for every moment. Brightly, their light shines.

A student refuses to take the easy way, and will not follow the crowd. She is labeled as being different, but she is really the only one who knows her true identity. She is shining with a youthful glow.

A former teammate and highschool friend lost her husband in the war. Two
daughters, many memories, and a life to rebuild. She continues moving forward with fierce determination. Oh yes, her light is ablaze.

A husband had to bury his wife after cancer won a hard fought battle. In church he still lifts his hands in worship, in praise. He misses her dearly
yet counts himself blessed. His light is shining.

The point, the whole point of being creatures built for relationship, is to
build one another up, to encourage, support, and to strengthen. The point,
of the believer, is to bring light into a darkened world. There is hope, there is a purpose, there is a reason.

What good is the light if no one can see it? There.is.none.

Matthew 5:16:
"Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven."

Lessons from the foliage

In an effort to maintain the great landscaping job my father did on his last visit, I trimmed back some bushes in front of our house. Some of the branches had begun to cover the lights we have lining our sidewalk, and the question entered my mind, "What good is having a light if no one can see it?" Hmmm, good question, and it got me to thinking about spirtual matters.

What good is it to know God if our lives, inside and out, are not changed? What good does it do if our actions are not motivated by His word and do not encourage others to seek Him? What good is it if, even in the little things, we are not thinking of glorifying God? What good is having a light if no one can see it?

I am still processing this lesson, this moment. For now, I am simply asking the question, "What good is having a light if no one can see it?"

Matthew 5:16 "Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven."

Stay tuned, more to come.

Thursday's Thoughts

Here we go kids, another installation of Thursday's Thoughts. I know, you have been waiting all week for this. And now, here we go:

• Yesterday's blog entry was my 1000th post! I usually don't pay attention to that stuff, but it caught my eye yesterday. Crazy. Granted not all 1000 posts have been worth reading, but alas, there are 1000 posts.
• There is a song entitled "A More Beautiful You" by Johnny Diaz out. Every female in the world should listen, and I mean really listen to this. And, if you have daughters, you need to as well.
• I got to hang out with my friend Joni, and her son, Josiah, yesterday. We met at the pool and had a wonderful time! I always end up with a huge smile on my face after being with her, she's good for the soul!
• Yesterday, I also had lunch with my "son". He's going to be heading back to college Monday for his second year. The kid is still such a joy to be around.
• Tonight is the finale of So You Think You Can Dance. This season has been so incredible! The dancers are out of this world! I have no idea who will win, but I'm pulling for one of the girls. Regardless, it's been so fun to watch this season.
• Still waiting and praying for the house to sell.

That's enough thoughts for now...it's time for breakfast.

Psalm 145 - WFW

Psalm 145 - WFW
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Psalm 145:1
I will extol You, my God, O King, and I will bless Your name forever and ever.

Extol: to praise highly

In light of recent readings and sermons, this verse has grown in meaning. It is nice to say we love God, that we serve Him, but do we extol Him? What that looks like, how that is lived out, is different for each of us. Let us not be concerned with how are neighbors may praise, but let us press on to truly extol our King!

I love this picture of my daughter. Every now and then, as she's moving around and playing, she'll stop, and put her head to the ground. A time out? Moment of prayer? I'm not sure, but still, I love it. She'll even go into a downward dog position, which results in quite a few giggles. Oh that I might enjoy life so fully, even in the simple movements God has created my body to do! And one day, I hope it is a prayer she's stopping for.

Be blessed today, and for more, wonderful Word Filled Wednesday posts visit pennyraine.com.

From the waiting room

James 1:2-8:
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him. But he must ask in faith without any doubting, for the one who doubts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind. For that man ought not to expect that he will receive anything from the Lord, being a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

Jean Stockdale sent me the verse I have posted above in response to a recent post. With all the waiting going on around here, I have thrown my share of tantrums. I can admit that, and it's not because I am proud of them, but because it is the truth. Here I am in the midst of my tantruming, whining to someone about wanting the house to sell yesterday, and our Pastor has the audacity boldness to preach a sermon about suffering, about submitting to suffering even. What? Well now, how about a little spiritual spanking to get the week started? As I sat there listening, I could only think, "and so, yet again, I am not handling this situation well. There are others who suffer much more heinous circumstances, but this is, at this time, a form of suffering for me. We are "on hold" with moving, and I have not been doing well with this." Hmmm. One day, I might grow up in my faith...I hope.

Only the day before, my eyes fell upon an exquisite post by my girl Kate, on being Summoned by the Great King. In her post, she says she and some friends were discussing the question, “Does Jesus move you? Does His life grip your heart?” Wow. The following morning she received a text that read:

"How is your faith? Do you believe this is a day of overcoming, abounding, Spirit-filled radical, enormous victory??? Read Psalms 142-145. Behold, the Great King desires to give you an audience. Enter in!!!"

And I have been left to ask myself, really ask, "Do I believe that God is who He says? Do I believe He will do what He says He will?" When everyone around me is saying right now is not the right to be selling a house, when I am hearing stories of months, 12 or more, going by with a house still on the market, do I believe? Do I believe God is clearing the path to answer the cry of our hearts? Is He truly leading us to a place surrounded by family? When no one is around, and it is just me and God, what do I believe?

I read through Psalms 142-145, and had to smile at Psalm 143:7-8 says it best:

"Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit. Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."

King David says it well, and speaks it perfectly. A blog, a comment, and a sermon, yes, I believe I am listening. Time to put faith into action, a new week, a new attitude, a new perspective. I believe it is time, as Jean suggested, to pray scripture, to use scriptures in my prayers, to press in to my Father. It is time to grow up, and trust that even now, God is in our midst. Although, I pray the morning brings word not only of God's unfailing love, but also of a buyer for our house.

And, I do recall that my prayer, all along, has been for God to show himself off.