<?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-6819102419049377098</id><updated>2012-02-14T13:12:23.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3629370960175445582</id><published>2012-02-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:12:23.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come See Me at My New Address!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fi2vCH2jOHk/TzrOAF-mSnI/AAAAAAAAASo/jt-kFdNnqbI/s1600/box_file.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fi2vCH2jOHk/TzrOAF-mSnI/AAAAAAAAASo/jt-kFdNnqbI/s200/box_file.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved!&amp;nbsp; Not physically but electronically.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to announce that I will be blogging from within my own website!&amp;nbsp; Whoo Hoo!&amp;nbsp; This is such an exciting achievement involving the time and talents of two wonderful people that have made this possible.&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you more about that process later...but for now come see me at my new &lt;a href="http://learningalongtheway.com/wp/"&gt;address&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I won't be blogging here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3629370960175445582?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3629370960175445582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2012/02/come-see-me-at-my-new-address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3629370960175445582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3629370960175445582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2012/02/come-see-me-at-my-new-address.html' title='Come See Me at My New Address!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fi2vCH2jOHk/TzrOAF-mSnI/AAAAAAAAASo/jt-kFdNnqbI/s72-c/box_file.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6121202524687051489</id><published>2012-02-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:12:56.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHq8BIHqsnk/TzRg3d2dW8I/AAAAAAAAASY/Oo_PqcoJXgk/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHq8BIHqsnk/TzRg3d2dW8I/AAAAAAAAASY/Oo_PqcoJXgk/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where have I been for the past year?&amp;nbsp; On a journey. Sometimes it was an exterior, physical journey but mostly it has been an interior one. A journey of the heart.&amp;nbsp; One of deep significance that is beginning to show on my exterior in subtle ways.&amp;nbsp; God has been about the business of remaking me from the inside out.&amp;nbsp; I am ready and challenged to take up the proverbial electronic pen and write of my journey...won't you join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6121202524687051489?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6121202524687051489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6121202524687051489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6121202524687051489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHq8BIHqsnk/TzRg3d2dW8I/AAAAAAAAASY/Oo_PqcoJXgk/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8020213175674741718</id><published>2011-02-07T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:39:58.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Images of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TU331LrUzcI/AAAAAAAAASM/S7wWkXistMU/s1600/valentine+love.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TU331LrUzcI/AAAAAAAAASM/S7wWkXistMU/s320/valentine+love.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Valentine's Day around the corner we see red and pink hearts everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are those symbols true images of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does love look like anyway?&amp;nbsp; Red velvet cupcakes?&amp;nbsp; Red hearts?&amp;nbsp; The Eiffel Tower?&lt;br /&gt;Vintage linens or glassware?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think of a couple walking holding hands; a child looking up lovingly at a grandparent; brand new parents holding their infant tenderly.&amp;nbsp; All those definitely conjure a comforting image for me, but what if you don't have another half?&amp;nbsp; Or your grandparents have passed away?&amp;nbsp; Or you are a childless couple?&amp;nbsp; My image suggestions would be painful and not full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What images of love transcend the brokenness of our lives here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezartsncrafts.com/templates/trinity.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ezartsncrafts.com/templates/trinity.gif" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You may be familiar with this Celtic symbol of the Trinity from ancient times.&amp;nbsp; It is called the triquetra meaning a shape with three corners.&amp;nbsp; Various histories claim the symbol so it is not primarily a Christian symbol in origin, but it has been associated with the Trinity since the Celtic revival in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share all this by way of sharing something I have recently come to appreciate as an image of love.&amp;nbsp; The unity of God in three Persons, Father, Son and Holy Spirit is pictured in this symbol.&amp;nbsp; No beginning, no end, flowing One into Another.&amp;nbsp; You may know that Jesus the Son prayed in&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2017:20-23&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt; John 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that they also may be in Us".&amp;nbsp; When we are "in Christ" we are "in God", in the Trinity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a visual learner.&amp;nbsp; At the center of this symbol is a space surrounded by the flow of the Three in One.&amp;nbsp; That's where we are invited to live.&amp;nbsp; In the center of God.&amp;nbsp; Surrounded, protected, empowered, loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be right there in the center don't you?&amp;nbsp; Not center stage.&amp;nbsp; Not even!&amp;nbsp; But in the middle of the Love of God from the foundation of the world!&amp;nbsp; Forgiven, Redeemed, Accepted, Loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an image I can stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8020213175674741718?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8020213175674741718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/02/images-of-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8020213175674741718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8020213175674741718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/02/images-of-love.html' title='Images of Love'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TU331LrUzcI/AAAAAAAAASM/S7wWkXistMU/s72-c/valentine+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6043760086285212961</id><published>2011-01-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:14:12.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSBpLXeNI/AAAAAAAAARk/zWmWYLnx4gM/s1600/IMG_6192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSBpLXeNI/AAAAAAAAARk/zWmWYLnx4gM/s320/IMG_6192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One morning last fall, I happened to look out in our backyard as I was washing the breakfast dishes.&amp;nbsp; I saw something pink out of the corner of my eye.&amp;nbsp; It was a balloon floating over our fence.&amp;nbsp; It settled in our gone to seed garden bed.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed my camera and ran outside to capture the random event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSVQeE9tI/AAAAAAAAARo/nUvebo7kNvk/s1600/IMG_6193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSVQeE9tI/AAAAAAAAARo/nUvebo7kNvk/s320/IMG_6193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was able to get one stationary shot and then the balloon started moving on.&amp;nbsp; It gently floated across the beds and then suddenly caught an updraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSlh0ET8I/AAAAAAAAARs/b5zR-eLoC64/s1600/IMG_6194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSlh0ET8I/AAAAAAAAARs/b5zR-eLoC64/s320/IMG_6194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last image I took was just before it floated out of our yard.&amp;nbsp; The whole event was only about ten minutes, but the images and the randomness have stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink was lovely and sweet; in an all male household there's not a lot of that color floating around!&amp;nbsp; The randomness was obviously unplanned; if my batteries weren't charged I would have missed the photos.&amp;nbsp; I need to be prepared to respond to the unexpected gifts of time with others or calls to action that the Spirit may bring my Way.&amp;nbsp; The gentleness and quiet movement of the balloon reminded me of the Way that the Holy Spirit often moves; I need to be attentive or I miss the opportunity of His gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you learned in your solitude lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6043760086285212961?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6043760086285212961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-from-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6043760086285212961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6043760086285212961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-from-solitude.html' title='Thoughts from Solitude'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TUMSBpLXeNI/AAAAAAAAARk/zWmWYLnx4gM/s72-c/IMG_6192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2102197469637732365</id><published>2011-01-03T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:08:04.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Want Y'all to Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TSKZ47mP-lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d7tYXLDoTFU/s1600/31days.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TSKZ47mP-lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d7tYXLDoTFU/s1600/31days.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cyber world has been a bit of a mystery to me since my DH, the computer engineer, first explained what the World Wide Web would be able to do waaaay back in ancient history around 1995.&amp;nbsp; But in spite of the mystery I have learned enough to be a user and consumer of sorts over the years!&amp;nbsp; And so have you since you are reading this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the things I have LOVED about the web is the possibility to use this amazing technology for the glory of God and the good of others.&amp;nbsp; I endeavor to do so in my blogging, my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/lisa.gould.lewis" style="color: blue;"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/LisaHSGL" style="color: blue;"&gt;tweets&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But I am really a nube compared to the women I enjoy following through &lt;a href="http://www.awomaninspiredconference.org/"&gt;A Woman Inspired&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the month of January, these women are committing themselves to blog very intentionally for God's glory and on topics that will be for our good as well.&amp;nbsp; I encourage you to hop on over and get connected.... you really won't regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2102197469637732365?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2102197469637732365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-want-yall-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2102197469637732365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2102197469637732365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-want-yall-to-know.html' title='Just Want Y&apos;all to Know'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TSKZ47mP-lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/d7tYXLDoTFU/s72-c/31days.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8230034885826382691</id><published>2011-01-01T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:13:52.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>I love the newness that comes with the first day of school, the smell of new binders and paper, the fresh bulletin boards and newly sharpened pencils.&amp;nbsp; Can you remember the joy of the first day of marriage, or the first day of life for your first child (or second, or third, etc.)?&amp;nbsp; All these firsts bring such excitement and anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you celebrate the newness of opportunity that the turning of the first page of a new calendar brings?&amp;nbsp; Are you looking forward to doing new things?&amp;nbsp; Or in doing old things in a new way?&amp;nbsp; There are so many thoughts bouncing around in my mind!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am aspiring to do is persevere: true confessions, I am a great starter, but often lack the perseverance to go the distance.&amp;nbsp; I have been attempting to change this characteristic though.&amp;nbsp; Last year I became a cyclist and rode two century event rides with my DH on our tandem.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot of training that goes into being able to go out and ride one hundred miles in one sitting!&amp;nbsp; This year I am attempting to ride 3000 miles over the year.&amp;nbsp; A worthy goal for a middle age woman, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading through the Bible using &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/sign-in"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You Version&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and am on Day 160.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful to have this on my phone so that no matter where I am, I can keep up without excuse!&amp;nbsp; This goal is so beneficial to me and everyone I come in contact with because I am changed by interacting with God's Word on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; And changing to be more Christlike today than I was yesterday is a good goal!&amp;nbsp; I have a partner Who will never let me down too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two goals bring excitement to this New Year for me.&amp;nbsp; Growing in perseverance will be challenging for sure but I know that perseverance brings proven character, and thus hope!&amp;nbsp; "and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us." (Romans 5:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/1/11 Beginnings.&amp;nbsp; What are your goals for this New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TR-l8DIksUI/AAAAAAAAARM/X3aX8fkUhzk/s1600/Happy+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TR-l8DIksUI/AAAAAAAAARM/X3aX8fkUhzk/s320/Happy+2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8230034885826382691?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8230034885826382691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8230034885826382691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8230034885826382691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TR-l8DIksUI/AAAAAAAAARM/X3aX8fkUhzk/s72-c/Happy+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5854937627015915666</id><published>2010-12-31T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:53:55.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already...and Not Yet (part 2)</title><content type='html'>So it's the last day of 2010 Already!  It's the trend to speak of the top things of the year passing away and then to look forward with a resolute heart (hence "resolutions") to the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not to be left out... My 2010 Tops:&lt;br /&gt;  1) Road trips!  I loved driving across country from Chicago to SLO and through Utah twice this past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2) Becoming a cyclist with my DH, who has always been a cyclist (hence great legs!) We rode almost 2,000 miles in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Resolute Heart for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;  1) Cycle 3,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2) The dreams, desires and goals of this year would be guided by listening well to&lt;br /&gt; the Holy Spirit Who lives in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really encourage you to write down your resolutions, your goals.  Commit to them.  Review them.  Step toward them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can write them here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously people, I want to know what your thoughts are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5854937627015915666?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5854937627015915666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/alreadyand-not-yet-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5854937627015915666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5854937627015915666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/alreadyand-not-yet-part-2.html' title='Already...and Not Yet (part 2)'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-936848681817555591</id><published>2010-12-30T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:51:04.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'adore</title><content type='html'>What does this mean?  It's not all that mysterious-- "I adore you" in French.  No offense please, but I don't mean I adore You, but I am exploring how I express my adoration for God to God.  Daily.  During various activities. In many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that when I am alone in the house (or the men are all still asleep--it is vacation for those still in school!) I speak out loud to God.  I include Him in what I am doing, like vacuuming or washing dishes.  When I have forgotten where I left something I will say out loud "I wonder where that is?" and when the picture of where it is sitting comes to mind then I say out loud, "Thank You Lord!" and go off to find the misplaced item.  Sure enough, there it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I stare out the window at the birds hopping from one plant to another seeking bugs.  I am especially drawn to hummingbirds and have learned to listen for the whirring sound of their wings when I am gardening.  Being still in the yard has given me many close encounters with hummingbirds and I am filled with both awe and joy then I whisper Thank You to Him Who sent them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window draws our cat to lounge on the floor, basking in comfort.  That picture reminds me of being "in the Light" and I am moved to thank God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to learn how to show God love.  He has poured out His love for me in so many ways, the most significant is His Presence.  I am learning to be present to His Presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ways have you learned to show God you love Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-936848681817555591?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/936848681817555591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/je-tadore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/936848681817555591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/936848681817555591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/je-tadore.html' title='Je t&apos;adore'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8115736704936514321</id><published>2010-12-29T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:06:19.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already...and Not Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TRuLU2pbqyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Xwv7Gg4k2tM/s1600/Zion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TRuLU2pbqyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Xwv7Gg4k2tM/s320/Zion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556187755674577698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(above photo is from Zion National Park, Utah. Taken August, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been offline intentionally; college son home for the holidays; AFS German son in town for two weeks; high school son home during break.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found time for reading though and am musing a bit about what I've read and what the Biola student has shared from his courses this fall.  This post's title sums it up: Already and Not Yet.  This references the inaugurated Kingdom of God actually.  I am already a part of God's Kingdom through the completed work of Christ at Calvary.  But His Kingdom has also not yet been completed in our time frame and I am also not yet complete in my sanctification.  I am no theology student but my take aways from my listening have been deepening me as I think more about what I have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacred Pathways&lt;/span&gt; by Gary Thomas is a book written to encourage and help each one of us to discover the spiritual route we were individually made to travel, marked by growth and filled with the riches of a close walk with God.  I don't know about you, but whether I am greedy or  it's hungering and thirsting for righteousness, I want more of God!  I don't want more head knowledge; I want Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thomas' book he shares 9 different pathways of connecting with God.  Now lest you think this is merely a metaphysical book, his foundational premise is the Word of God.  The full counsel from Genesis to Revelation showing the Trinity in action and His people relating to Him throughout time.  In fact, one particular statement referencing &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2012:30&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;Mark 12:30&lt;/a&gt; has prompted me to share my musings and invite you into the conversation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(go read the link; it will make sense of what follows!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacred Pathways&lt;/span&gt;: "Complete Christians-which all of us are called to be- should exhibit adoration, belief, divine guidance and service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this mysterious journey called "Life" is discovering what it looks like for me to love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.  I like Thomas' words: adoration, belief, divine guidance, and service.  I want to explore each of these ideas to identify ways for me to acknowledge God throughout my day.  For example, in what real, practical ways can I or do I show God that I adore Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Please let me know what ways you adore God in your days.  Join me in this journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8115736704936514321?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8115736704936514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/alreadyand-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8115736704936514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8115736704936514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/alreadyand-not-yet.html' title='Already...and Not Yet'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TRuLU2pbqyI/AAAAAAAAARE/Xwv7Gg4k2tM/s72-c/Zion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6197460598378319292</id><published>2010-12-03T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:48:44.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Advent: Your Preparations?</title><content type='html'>The first week of Advent is almost over.  What have you been doing in the area of preparations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life is like mine, you've spent time converting the seasonal colors from golds, oranges, browns and reds to your family's traditional holiday colors and decorations.  Could be lots of busyness or it could be a sweet time of memories and reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season of Advent is intended to help us slow our rhythms down and focus our hearts toward Christmas.  The first week's emphasis is on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am full of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a quiet season inside me.  I want to go deep under the surface of activities and be at peace.  Today has been a terrific start of that internal peace for me; walk on the beach, time of reflection and time of recognition of the One Who calls to me in the middle of the hustle and bustle quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt; for at this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6197460598378319292?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6197460598378319292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-week-of-advent-your-preparations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6197460598378319292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6197460598378319292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-week-of-advent-your-preparations.html' title='First Week of Advent: Your Preparations?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-592276021733319072</id><published>2010-12-01T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:36:28.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opera Company of Philadelphia "Hallelujah!" Random Act of Culture</title><content type='html'>You may know I love learning!  I also like to know answers to "Why...?"  Lately on Facebook there have been posts to a food court impromptu  singing of the Hallelujah Chorus.  I got to thinking about why that  piece of Handel's Messiah has become so famous and why we stand at its  singing.  So here is a little history for &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.suite101.com/content/handels-hallelujah-chorus-a34854"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.suite101.com/content/handels-hallelujah-chorus-a34854"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a different treat courtesy of singers in Philadelphia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wp_RHnQ-jgU?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-592276021733319072?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/592276021733319072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/opera-company-of-philadelphia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/592276021733319072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/592276021733319072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/12/opera-company-of-philadelphia.html' title='Opera Company of Philadelphia &quot;Hallelujah!&quot; Random Act of Culture'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wp_RHnQ-jgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5396830309093425643</id><published>2010-11-30T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:09:57.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent or Christmas Season?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TPVvKJCT-NI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUFBgBSzoP4/s1600/disney%2Bmain%2Bstreet%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 479px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TPVvKJCT-NI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUFBgBSzoP4/s200/disney%2Bmain%2Bstreet%2B2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545460736191625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between Advent and the Christmas Season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to spend an evening at Disneyland during Veteran's Day weekend earlier in November.  Although my phone photo is a little blurry you might be able to make out the Christmas tree on Main Street.  Everywhere we looked there were Christmas decorations!  White lights, colored ornaments, bows and Disney characters in their Christmas attire made the experience so festive!  I look forward to the annual transformation from fall decor to Christmas decor at Disneyland.  The little kid in me gets so excited about the coming season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southlightstudio.net/pix/advent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 479px;" src="http://www.southlightstudio.net/pix/advent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The      word &lt;b&gt;Advent&lt;/b&gt; means "coming" or "arrival."&lt;br /&gt;For Christians who follow the liturgical church calendar Advent is the beginning of the year.  As some protestant churches have left traditions behind, the meaning and emphasis on the seasons of the year have also been lost.  Advent has traditionally been a time of preparation: hearts and homes making room for the celebration of the birth of the baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you:  is it possible to enter into both the Christmas season and the season of Advent at the same time?   How do you integrate Advent traditions with childlike fun and frivolity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5396830309093425643?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5396830309093425643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/11/advent-or-christmas-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5396830309093425643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5396830309093425643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/11/advent-or-christmas-season.html' title='Advent or Christmas Season?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TPVvKJCT-NI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUFBgBSzoP4/s72-c/disney%2Bmain%2Bstreet%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4156868228505903743</id><published>2010-10-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:36:43.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening in Your Neck of the Woods?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TMCwAwL19DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/otaVqHyhBuY/s1600/road+through+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TMCwAwL19DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/otaVqHyhBuY/s320/road+through+trees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530613869392032818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!  I just looked up and a month has passed since the last time I blogged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a little like this photo from a hillside near our home.  Somewhat shady and comfortable but full of distractions on every side!  Some beautiful distractions, some messy but it's been hard to stay the path and keep moving forward.  Yet here it is, a month later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the privilege of preparing to teach at our church's women's Bible study so a lot of this month has been full of reading, study, prayer and writing in addition to being my normal self (that's a relative statement!)  Just today I have had sweet, intimate fellowship with the Holy Spirit as I sat in the doctor's office having some multi-syllabic word for cancer carved out of my arm.  Now I have a Frankenstein gash/stitch that will heal (Lord willing) and only leave a 3 inch line on my arm!  But my time there was so sweet as I talked with the doctor of his time living in San Antonio and being a part of worship teams at his church; all the sweet distraction from the activity and centered on the work of the Lord in this world!  What a gift!  As my friend Sue reminded us this morning, "God is in the details".  He knows us so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you seen God at work in your life lately?  How much has changed in your life in the last month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4156868228505903743?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4156868228505903743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-happening-in-your-neck-of-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4156868228505903743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4156868228505903743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-happening-in-your-neck-of-woods.html' title='What&apos;s Happening in Your Neck of the Woods?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TMCwAwL19DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/otaVqHyhBuY/s72-c/road+through+trees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-791087952113084018</id><published>2010-09-14T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:54:10.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fears--Again!</title><content type='html'>Don't have a photo for this post; you really need the authentic image of me in my lycra with my bike helmet to fully appreciate this adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not know this about me, but I make a habit of feeling fear and facing it down.   I am not talking about doing crazy antics but facing a fear that keeps me paralyzed from living life fully.  Everyone around me gets to hear about how scared I am about whatever it is, but I have found dealing with fear face to face has helped me develop trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I want to be clear on--&lt;br /&gt;1.) I don't trust myself--I have grown in my trust of God.&lt;br /&gt;2.) You can't be brave without being afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how has facing fear helped me to trust God?  I literally remind myself of several truths about Him:&lt;br /&gt;* I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength (Phil 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;* My times are in His hands (Ps. 31:15)&lt;br /&gt;* Perfect love casts out fear (1 Jn 4:18)&lt;br /&gt;...to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be brave without being afraid.  This statement has become a family truism over the years. When our eldest was 10 he would NOT go on roller coasters.  A family friend took him aside at a theme park and asked him if he believed that God is all powerful and all knowing.  Matt said yes... and the friend encouraged him with the fact that nothing is outside God's awareness so go ahead and take the risk; if it is your time to go, you'll go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my big scary fear that I faced on Tuesday (and will face again I am sure) was riding my new road bike.  This may sound really ridiculous to some but I am less afraid of riding the tandem with my husband than I am of riding my own bike!  I have learned to trust him!  Remember, I don't trust myself!  The anticipation of traffic, mechanical issues, high speed wobbles on downhills, all gave me a sick stomach ache!  But rather than allowing my fears to paralyze me and keep me from getting out there and riding, I confessed my fears to several people, asked them to pray for me and then I went out to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode 20 miles without my husband anywhere around!  (He was watching me via satellite though and he knew when I had arrived at Starbucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully for my first venture there were no issues!  A good friend was there to encourage my progress and be patient with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it again?  Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be afraid?  Probably until I get more comfortable with handling potential issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I get to know God more through this?  Indeed!  The peace that passes all understanding guarded my heart and my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  What fear is keeping you from participating in life fully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-791087952113084018?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/791087952113084018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/facing-fears-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/791087952113084018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/791087952113084018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/facing-fears-again.html' title='Facing Fears--Again!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6729146954649605947</id><published>2010-09-13T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:00:36.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Understandings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.burnthefatinnercircle.com/public/images/great_idea%28small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.burnthefatinnercircle.com/public/images/great_idea%28small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but for me every once in awhile something that I thought I understood suddenly takes on a whole new meaning.  A light bulb moment goes off in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those experiences this weekend as we sat outdoors listening to the ancient words of King David in Psalm 63:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;&lt;br /&gt;My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,&lt;br /&gt;in a dry and weary land where there is no water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the shade on a well watered lawn, but the surrounding campground area was a dry desert.  With that vista it wasn't hard to imagine the wilderness where David was hiding from his conspiring son Absalom.   The entire psalm, or prayer, flows in a progression of praise to God, not because of David's circumstances but in spite of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pointed out that David was characterized by seeking God through the whole course of his lifetime, not just when things were tough.  We were reminded of what Samuel said of David in 1 Samuel 13:14 " The Lord has sought out for Himself a man after His own heart,..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it occurred to me: David didn't follow God perfectly to be "a man after God's own heart" like I had previously thought.  David was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; God's heart.  David wanted to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt; God.  He wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; God's heart for His people, for his enemies.  David was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeking&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what God wants!  A heart that is sincerely seeking Him!  Not a perfectly behaved, Norman Rockwell kind of a woman (or man in David's case) but a person who really wants to know God and to love Him and glorify His name through their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wholehearted pursuit.  Not "well maybe I will try this out and see if this Christianity thing works for me" but really being ALL IN.  Following Him is an adventure of epic proportions.  And it's okay to make mistakes along the Way!  God expects us to actually.  That's why He sent His Spirit to guide us on the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, it's all about God.  He desires a wholehearted relationship with us, He provides the means through His Son and He provides the strength and guidance for us to actually follow!  And He gives us a heart of flesh and not of stone that we are able to love Him even a little.  What a fabulous God we can serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a woman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; God's heart.  How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6729146954649605947?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6729146954649605947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-understandings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6729146954649605947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6729146954649605947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-understandings.html' title='New Understandings'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6597367303404351308</id><published>2010-09-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:42:27.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself using a phrase again and again?  I've been told I have "signature" phrases I use repeatedly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is that" (in agreement with someone in a conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be that as it may" (acknowledging a point in discussion that I probably don't agree with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevertheless" or "Regardless" (listening to our sons but then laying down the law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my daily prayer themed calendar today and the saying is pithy (good economic word--look it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let prayer be the key of the morning and the bolt at night"  quoted of Philip Henry (1631-1696; British Nonconformist clergyman and father to Matthew Henry renowned Bible commentator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His simple words give such a clear picture of the importance of prayer: unlock your day with and to God and close the door to the day locking it into God as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would much rather be known for reminders to pray or to look to God in faith through life's challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6597367303404351308?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6597367303404351308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6597367303404351308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6597367303404351308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/sayings.html' title='Sayings'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4424041034538859909</id><published>2010-09-01T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:25:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>I just learned of the passing of a young man from eternity present to eternity future.  He had turned 21 a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of his death are not as important as the loss of his life here.  I cannot fully comprehend the depth of grief a mother feels at the death of a child; that path has not been mine to walk as yet.  I have learned several truths about grief that I've  experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do not grieve as those without hope..." (1 Thess. 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know Jesus Christ as their Savior and Lord will be with Him in Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For to be absent from the body is to be at home with the Lord" (2 Cor. 5:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are with Him face to face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will not waste our grief no matter how deep and how long we grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Cor. 1:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that the mystery of this following passage will make sense in a way that it may not yet have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it all joy my brethren when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance." (James 1:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning the depth of the truths the Apostle Paul conveyed in his letter to the Philippians (for us it's referred to as Phil. 3:8-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I have tears.  Momma tears, imagining never getting a hug and kiss from this son again.  Imagining the empty chair at the holidays.  Grieving as only One can fully comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus wept."  Shortest verse with greatest depth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4424041034538859909?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4424041034538859909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4424041034538859909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4424041034538859909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/09/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4343000880989053240</id><published>2010-08-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:54:21.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wistful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hyperbaric-oxygen-benefits.com/image-files/mom-holding-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.hyperbaric-oxygen-benefits.com/image-files/mom-holding-hand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of year... Back to School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicting emotions abound for mothers.  Some are rejoicing that they will have time to themselves without being the Great Entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will be shedding tears as their too soon grown to Kindergarten age child goes off to school for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are panicking over the realization that they have taken on the daunting task of home schooling their child(ren).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some, like me, are wistful for the little hands that are now able to hold mine rather than the other way around.  For the times when walking to the mailbox together was a big adventure.  When seeing a butterfly caused a moment of silent wonder that would be followed by a conversation of foundation laying faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our conversations include doctrine and theology or statistics for Giants baseball.  Bigger ideas and passions.  Man sized concerns.  This is how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not trade who they are now for the little boys they were then.  But I do miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4343000880989053240?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4343000880989053240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/wistful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4343000880989053240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4343000880989053240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/wistful.html' title='Wistful'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8697182294045296026</id><published>2010-08-27T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:03:20.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Drive, Laugh ~ A Real Life Experience part 1</title><content type='html'>Just returned from a 5 day road trip from Chicago back to the Central Coast of California.  My sweet friend had driven her one and only son to Moody Bible Institute to begin his collegiate career and I had the privilege of flying in and joining her on her journey back.  Truly my post title says it all!&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at her hotel at 11:45 p.m. after a day of 6:45 a.m. train trip to LA and a short car trip (truck actually!) from the train station to the airport (thanks to my son who is in his senior year at Biola) and a flight to O'Hare.  One would think I would opt for sleep but NO!  We decided to take a walk on the streets of Chicago at almost midnight!  What did we do you might ask?  We walked to Portillo's, a famous Chicago eatery and had a Chocolate Cake shake.  Not just the flavor of a chocolate cake mind you; blended slice of chocolate cake!  Oh my we were off to a good (or bad) start for our trip home!&lt;br /&gt;When we had planned our road trip we decided to look up some of Guy Fieri's Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives locations between Chicago and SLO Town.  We decided to make three of them destinations for our road trip experience.   Portillo's wasn't on the list so our shake was just an added extravagance!  Our first destination for dining was in Kenosha WI.  A historic train car converted to a diner two blocks from the shore of Lake Michigan, Frank's Diner serves some crazy breakfast and lunch dishes.  We shared a signature "Garbage Plate" made that day with chorizo.  We only ordered the half size because not wanting to miss out on a gastronomic experience we also ordered "Banana Bread French Toast".  A.Ma.Zing!  This is the view back toward Kenosha from the breakwater on Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhEwLuPeBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4EOZ2eWXUvE/s1600/kenosha+skyline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhEwLuPeBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4EOZ2eWXUvE/s200/kenosha+skyline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510229738658953234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving across country is a long arduous trip; we have a big, beautiful country to traverse!  In order to get home by a certain time we knew we would have to have long days of driving with minimal breaks so we tried to plan our final day's destination around some type of noteworthy stop.  Our first day began with the fun destination however.  We ended our day's travels near the western border of Minnesota!  Three states in one day.  Almost as much driving as San Diego to Eureka CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhGq3PLfyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3zFJiegyiCI/s1600/self+portrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhGq3PLfyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3zFJiegyiCI/s200/self+portrait.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510231846283869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might be more adept at the self-portrait shots that my sons' generation can do so well but here for your enjoyment is one of our attempts at the same: hence the Laugh part of my post title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we were really trying to capture was our arrival at this world famous destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhOA2Ej7hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TvHxuEsEvbg/s1600/mt+rushmore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhOA2Ej7hI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TvHxuEsEvbg/s200/mt+rushmore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510239920509414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun looking at the state and territory flags, eating (yes again!) and staying for the lighting ceremony which I highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise when the ranger leading the evening's events asked all current and former service men and women to come forward to participate in the retiring of the colors.  There were over 100 veterans and current military in the audience on a Sunday evening in late August.  It was a privilege to clap for all of them as they made their way forward to the stage area.  It was a memorable evening recognizing and remembering that the freedoms we have in this country were hard fought and definitely not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the weather had changed; the temperature was much cooler and the cloud cover made a beautiful sunrise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhQSsQ3zfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u1Qis5wsejk/s1600/keystone+sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhQSsQ3zfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u1Qis5wsejk/s200/keystone+sunrise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510242426137595378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't God do amazing work for us? Have you ever stopped to think about how He creates beauty for us to enjoy on a regular basis?  Really awe inspiring vistas, colors, sounds, wildlife... truly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What recent experience caused you to stop and marvel at the goodness of God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8697182294045296026?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8697182294045296026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-drive-laugh-real-life-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8697182294045296026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8697182294045296026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-drive-laugh-real-life-experience.html' title='Eat, Drive, Laugh ~ A Real Life Experience part 1'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/THhEwLuPeBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4EOZ2eWXUvE/s72-c/kenosha+skyline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-688694791596388340</id><published>2010-08-19T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:57:20.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reservations</title><content type='html'>Ever make plans to do something and as the time approaches have "reservations"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that word~reservations.  It can mean several different things as a noun but as a plural noun mean only one thing~hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself at summer camp.  Your friends want to spend free time going on the High Adventure course.  (Hume Lake anyone?)  You may not be a big fan but you want to hang out with your friends so you go along.  When you get there and see what it really looks like you have "reservations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or your child is taking swimming lessons and doesn't want to go off the diving board.  They may not really be afraid; it may be a childlike expression of "reservations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize this but having that hesitation is actually a good thing; a gift that God has given us.  Solomon expressed it in this way: "The plans of the diligent lead to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty."  (Prov. 21:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that all spontaneity is foolishness.  But the real issue is what do we do when we have "reservations" about a decision, a plan, a commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, like most of life, I think there is a process to walk through.  At the risk of over simplifying the mystery of a personal walk with the Living God, I think there are some steps laid out for us in God's Word.  Again Solomon: "Without consultation, plans are frustrated, but with many counselors they succeed." (Prov. 15:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;: Pray "If any of you lacks wisdom let him ask God..."(James 1: 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;: Ask for the wisdom of others in decision making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;: Pray "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding;in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." (Prov 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4&lt;/span&gt;: Make your decision based on what you have learned from the first three steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 5&lt;/span&gt;: When you have a sense of reservation again, remember: "Do not be afraid of sudden fear nor of the onslaught of the wicked when it comes; for the Lord will be your confidence, and will keep your foot from being caught." (Prov. 3:25-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of restraint is a gift to slow us down, to consider our way, to examine our heart before God through the power and influence of the Holy Spirit, and then step out in faith that our life and times are in God's very capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after all those steps perhaps you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do the ropes course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-688694791596388340?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/688694791596388340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/reservations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/688694791596388340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/688694791596388340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/reservations.html' title='reservations'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3650026386342966002</id><published>2010-08-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:30:01.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to do that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TGAcWxPPPKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/odxFHIRFVcE/s1600/IMG_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TGAcWxPPPKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/odxFHIRFVcE/s200/IMG_5651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503429922146696354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been reflecting lately on how often I say, "I used to do that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be because I am in the second half of life so I have a long list of activities that I have participated in or it may be that I have given up things that really ought to be a part of my life still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that beautiful guitar?  That is my college graduation present from my parents, "in case teaching doesn't pan out".  I used to play that daily.  Now I dust it weekly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I used to do belong in the past as Paul encourages us in 1 Corinthians 13:11 " when I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became (an adult) I did away with childish things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But playing the guitar doesn't have to be one of those things.  Life gets full: relationships, parenting, career pursuits, etc.  Sometimes we set aside an activity that is really a sacrifice to give up at the time.  Mine was guitar playing.  Lately I have been looking at this with such a melancholy glance that I am considering making time for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you used to do that you want to make time for again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3650026386342966002?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3650026386342966002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-used-to-do-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3650026386342966002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3650026386342966002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-used-to-do-that.html' title='I used to do that...'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TGAcWxPPPKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/odxFHIRFVcE/s72-c/IMG_5651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3396711523902900463</id><published>2010-08-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:15:40.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/306848363_8683ae0ca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/306848363_8683ae0ca7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's August and for me it's travel month!  I wish I had a cute suitcase like this one in the photo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going away for the whole month but I do have the privilege of three road trips, two flights and lots of visiting with significant people in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; big trips I get to play taxi for my husband and younger son for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; big trip to Kennedy Space Center for Astronaut Training Camp!  Doesn't that sound like fun?  After their week in Florida I fly to Utah to catch up with our eldest son who has been interning with a group of Evangelical churches for the summer.  I have the distinct privilege of a 13 hour road trip with him!  So looking forward to seeing the beauty of that part of God's creation and of hearing all that God has taught him this summer.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a week later I fly to Chicago to meet up with a dear friend who will be leaving her precious son at Moody Bible Institute to begin his college education.  She and I will then road trip it back to SLO Town, again taking in some of the incredible locations that our great, glorious and creative God has blessed us with for our enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my getting ready I have pondered again the words of the psalmist: "O Lord how many are Your works!  In wisdom You have made them all; the earth is full of your possessions."&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 104:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the entirety of Psalm 104 can help all of us "get ready" to go outdoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!  Can you tell?  What does August bring to your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3396711523902900463?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3396711523902900463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3396711523902900463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3396711523902900463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/306848363_8683ae0ca7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5586856676693065698</id><published>2010-07-31T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T11:53:07.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments</title><content type='html'>No news to my followers, but recently I have been responding to the ever so gentle, yet persistent beyond ignoring. poking of the Holy Spirit in the area of self-discipline.  At first all I could do was whine (ineffectively I might add)  "Do you want a little cheese with that whine my dear?"  Then I agreed with Him (always a good plan) that I had let things get out of control and needed some revamping.  Finally I simply gave up and said "What do You suggest?" fully expecting a long to do list that would be unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But No!  Instead with mercy and grace that He alone possesses, I have a list of four things.  That's it!  Four things!  I can count them on one hand and can seriously commit to accomplishing them daily!  Only God would be so dear to give me challenge AND encouragement at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here are my commitments to Daily Discipline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bible Reading (which I referenced in my last post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do something strenuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do something creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Write something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there are other things in my life that need to be done as well, but these four things are my divine to do list that absolutely feels so life giving and freeing to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do that is life giving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5586856676693065698?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5586856676693065698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/commitments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5586856676693065698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5586856676693065698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/commitments.html' title='Commitments'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4197928931093314372</id><published>2010-07-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:39:05.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration for Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elijohnwebdesign.com/transitions/workLifeBalance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.elijohnwebdesign.com/transitions/workLifeBalance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a great photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hunting for photos to go along with my topic; it's even more fun to be the photographer.  This one is not mine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day I asked for your ideas and input regarding time use and staying organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't hear back from any of you 50 plus people who read my post Tuesday but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think through the issues for me in being consistent in the area of self-discipline.  There are quite a few to be honest but one of the biggest issues is me not pushing back against anything that comes along to sway me from what I had started to do.  In other words I have a hard time saying No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No to being lazy and not exercising.&lt;br /&gt;No to eating what I know isn't the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;No to staying up too late (that keeps me from getting up on time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said Yes to several things that encouraged me:&lt;br /&gt;• A Bible reading plan found &lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/about/reading-plans"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• An exercise plan (with a trainer in my face 2x a week)&lt;br /&gt;• writing something daily&lt;br /&gt;• doing something creative daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I want to share with you the real inspiration for balance in my days: My Relationship with Christ.  His grace to me when I don't follow through with my commitments to myself helps me so much to begin again from whatever point I stumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a precious undeserved LOVE that allows me to be me and inspires me to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this quote of Dietrich Bonhoeffer:  "Temptations which accompany the working day will be conquered on the basis of the morning breakthrough to God.  Decisions, demanded by work, become easier and simpler where they are made not in the fear of men but only in the sight of God.  He wants to give us today the power which we need for our work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are inspired to balance in your life today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4197928931093314372?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4197928931093314372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiration-for-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4197928931093314372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4197928931093314372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiration-for-balance.html' title='Inspiration for Balance'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8354726039219965631</id><published>2010-07-27T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:35:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live What You Believe</title><content type='html'>So today's post title is a challenge to each of us.  I am being poked by the Holy Spirit in one big area right now: self-discipline.  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's summer!  I whine (ineffectively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My use of time is the biggest culprit but there are more subtle ones too like my eating and exercise habits, (non existent),  taming my tongue (yikes I thought I had that one down...), what my thoughts are of people (sometimes critical and judgmental...sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to blog more since I have more time, but I have come to this point of getting poked to realize I need to make some serious course corrections right now.  Hence this point of confession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love your help.  What are your tried and true techniques for managing life?  Exercise? Eating habits? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions are more than welcome.  In fact, greatly desired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8354726039219965631?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8354726039219965631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-what-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8354726039219965631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8354726039219965631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-what-you-believe.html' title='Live What You Believe'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6528458630759061989</id><published>2010-06-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:46:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked the question "Why?" If you are like me you ask it way too much!  Sometimes the answer is available and sometimes it's not.  The thing I am asking "Why?" about right now is "Why is life so full?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder how to have more time to do the things you want and need to do?  Do you ask yourself "why did I say yes to this activity?" or "why don't I have more help around the house?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me right now I am seeing the answers to these questions through a different lens; discernment.  I am seeing the places I have lacked discernment in saying yes to activities that take me away from things I want and need to do.  The pamphlet &lt;b&gt;Tyranny of the Urgent&lt;/b&gt; by Charles E. Hummel gives outstanding wisdom regarding discernment.  The author uses a phrase that was spoken to me long before I read it and I will share it with you here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The need does not constitute the call"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you gotten yourself into because you felt you could respond to the need?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discernment cautions us to wait, pray, and seek the peace that passes all understanding &lt;i&gt;BEFORE&lt;/i&gt; we decide to be involved with an activity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else jump in without discernment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6528458630759061989?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6528458630759061989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6528458630759061989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6528458630759061989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-7155732402956068629</id><published>2010-06-04T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:30:01.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.21stcenturymed.org/fear-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.21stcenturymed.org/fear-face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever stop and recognize you have a fear of something?  As a human we all have had fears of one kind or another at different points.  When we were little people we may have had a fear of the dark.  Or we may have had fear of strangers.  Maybe even a fear of trying new things, like food or activities.  What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my mind today as my husband and I are packing our car to travel to Lake Tahoe.  Fear is on my mind?  Why?  Well, we are participating in a challenging event for me: 100 mile cycling around Lake Tahoe this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a funny thing really.  It is simply thinking about something that could be a dangerous experience that hasn't happened yet but we imagine it to be reality.  This description is an oversimplification of our emotions but truly it boils down to us giving emotional attention to something that hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we face fear and call it for what it is?  We speak the Truth to ourselves.  Over and over again.  Truth?  What truth?  God's Word to us.  He is mindful of our frame.  He has given us all that we need to face fear.  Good news is: He has overcome the world.  So if God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promises us so many wonderful truths to hide in our heart so the Holy Spirit can bring them to mind when we are facing fear.  Here are two that I am clinging to as I go into this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do NOT FEAR, for I AM with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I AM your GOD.  I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." (Is. 41:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected (mature) in love." (1 Jn. 4:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would love to know you are praying for me as I face these two fears of pain, (like a crash) and of failure, (like we can't complete the ride).  They are silly to express because in the light of Who God is these fears pale in comparison, but like so many things, if we don't bring them out into that Light, then they have the power of darkness to overwhelm and hinder us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are.  I am facing my current fears.  How about you?  What are you afraid of?  Bring it out into the Light; share it with a friend and ask them to be praying for you.  Face that fear and in the Power of Christ, overcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-7155732402956068629?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7155732402956068629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/facing-fears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7155732402956068629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7155732402956068629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/facing-fears.html' title='Facing Fears'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6409851872571436262</id><published>2010-05-12T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:28:24.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/images%20of%20children%20praying/timmatkin/PrayingHandssmall.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/timmatkin/PrayingHandssmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray a little each day in a childlike way for the Spirit of prayer.  If you feel that you know, as yet, very little concerning the deep things of prayer and what prayer really is, then pray for the Spirit of prayer.  There is nothing He would reather do than unveil to you the grace of prayer."  O. Hallesby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6409851872571436262?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6409851872571436262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/childlike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6409851872571436262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6409851872571436262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/childlike.html' title='Childlike'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-748161939413495068</id><published>2010-05-10T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:30:10.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-iBpfy0DEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/1bXDWy_Bics/s1600/Matt+Backpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-iBpfy0DEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/1bXDWy_Bics/s400/Matt+Backpack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764297350712386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Avoid every tendency away from the simplicity of relationship to God in Christ Jesus, and then prayer will be as the breath of the lungs in a healthy body."  Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we do not experience prayer as simply the same as breathing?  Is it that we don't believe in the power of prayer?  Is it that we hold a view of prayer that it is serious work?  Is it that we adults make things too complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's probably any or all of those reasons and more.  More important is the question: How can we get to the place of praying like breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight of the need for reverence; we are talking with the infinite, Holy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do picture yourself with a dear friend who cares deeply about every word and thought you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have that free access because of what Jesus Christ accomplished at the Cross of Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do speak to Him in the simplicity of a child; no guile, lots of trust and dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in silence with Him; give the Holy Spirit access to your thoughts.  That usually comes without Him saying, "It's My turn to talk now!"  It comes in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make time.  Push away the distractions of your day by writing them down as they pop in to distract you.  Writing it down then frees you to focus again on waiting in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice.  Simplify.  Be still and know that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.  Regularly.  Not only once a day.  You really can't exist on one breath a day.  Neither can we get through the day in peace without including the Lord in our doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-748161939413495068?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/748161939413495068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/748161939413495068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/748161939413495068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-iBpfy0DEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/1bXDWy_Bics/s72-c/Matt+Backpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5998368566019133999</id><published>2010-05-08T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:15:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YonYuf-SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FRcg1FDlrUM/s1600/momandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YonYuf-SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FRcg1FDlrUM/s200/momandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469103454605539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will mark the 3rd Mother's Day since my Mom passed away.  In her honor, I have decided to share some memories of my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a working mom almost all my life; until she retired from education after 38 years.  She was a supermom in spite of full time teaching; she taught Sunday School, was my Girl Scout leader, my brother's Cub Scout den leader, earned a Master's Degree, became bilingual in Spanish, took care of her aging parents in her home, became a junior high administrator and then retired as a high school principal.  Whew!  Doesn't that make you tired just reading that list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YkvBaAh5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/onAYNF6L8KM/s1600/nanaandmatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YkvBaAh5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/onAYNF6L8KM/s200/nanaandmatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469099187738019730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of all the work, she made lots of time for FUN!  She loved to play bridge with her friends, travel, and in later years, spend time with her grandsons!  Here she is showing her 2 yr. old grandson Matt how to ride a tricycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YlaFoYH-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Fxda-DPvE4g/s1600/nanaandmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YlaFoYH-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Fxda-DPvE4g/s200/nanaandmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469099927606403042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas she made a paper chain for her other grandson, Mark.  She was an amazing Nana to my boys.  She took each of them on a special trip when they reached the age of 11.  Matt got to go to London for a few days and then France for 2 weeks.  Mark chose Greece!  They took a cruise from Athens to several islands and even to Turkey to visit Ephesus and Patmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had high expectations for me and I did my best to meet them.  Sometimes they felt unrealistic (aren't all moms full of dreams for their children?) and sometimes I resented the fact that I felt not good enough.  But if my mom had not challenged me to achieve, I am not sure if I would have.  I am who I am not only because God has fearfully and wonderfully made me, but also because of the shaping of my mom's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Mom is missed.  It is still hard to say she is gone.  I still don't always speak of her in past tense terms.  Mark was listening to Patsy Cline on Pandora recently, because Nana liked her music.  Matt is a history major in part because of Nana's love of history.  I am a resilient, strong overcomer because of my Mom's influence.  I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5998368566019133999?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5998368566019133999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories-of-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5998368566019133999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5998368566019133999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories-of-mom.html' title='Memories of Mom'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S-YonYuf-SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FRcg1FDlrUM/s72-c/momandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2854672983153501243</id><published>2010-04-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:07:05.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving From "Why?" to "I Accept"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/PTGPOD/320923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/PTGPOD/320923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stop to think about maturing?  I don't mean getting an invitation to join AARP (which came in the mail the week before my 50th birthday, harumph!).  I am talking about the growing up part of maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the better part of our childhood and adolescence asking "Why?" of those adults in our lives.  Sometimes we receive thoughtful responses and sometimes just the "Because I said so" kinds of responses.  At some mystical point of maturity we stop asking "Why?" Maybe it comes when we are living away from our family of origin and out on our own, but often we assume we have all the answers or the questions we have don't have answers.  Either way, we seem to stop asking "Why?" out loud, that is until something in our world gets rocked.  Then the question "Why?" takes on a different tone and it's directed at God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we receive a plausible answer to a "Why?" question that we ask God.  Sometimes we receive silence.  In a needy time, silence seems so cold and distant.  But really, the silence may not mean uncaring, but rather, come closer.  God's silence may in fact be His invitation to sit with Him in our frustration of not knowing "Why?"  God's silence is not God's absence.  He is a very present help in time of trouble (see Ps. 46) Sometimes sitting alone with God slows us down enough to let go of needing to know the answer to "Why?" and we end up comforted with the knowledge that God knows and that is enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you know and trust God enough to move from "Why?" to "I accept"?  Would you like to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2854672983153501243?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2854672983153501243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-from-why-to-i-accept.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2854672983153501243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2854672983153501243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-from-why-to-i-accept.html' title='Moving From &quot;Why?&quot; to &quot;I Accept&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8087438881163419978</id><published>2010-04-23T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:46:39.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S9HcXrFkfaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6LWFb_scS_s/s1600/wildflowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S9HcXrFkfaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6LWFb_scS_s/s400/wildflowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463390122238311842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noteworthy quote on the importance of prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See to it, night and day, that you pray for your children.  Then you will leave them a great legacy of prayer, which will follow them all the days of their life.  Then you may calmly and with good conscience depart from them, even though you may not leave them a great deal of material wealth."  O. Hallesby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8087438881163419978?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8087438881163419978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/legacy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8087438881163419978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8087438881163419978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/legacy.html' title='Legacy'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S9HcXrFkfaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6LWFb_scS_s/s72-c/wildflowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-7785664282654303430</id><published>2010-04-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:17:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Nouwen wrote my prayer!</title><content type='html'>Today I read the prayer of another and it could not have expressed my heart's cry any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cry for Mercy&lt;/span&gt; by Henri J.M. Nouwen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, who else or what else can I desire but you?  You are my Lord, Lord of my heart, mind, and soul.  You know me through and through.  In and through you everything that is finds its origin and goal.  You embrace all that exists and care for it with divine love and compassion.  Why, then, do I keep expecting happiness and satisfaction outside of you?  Why do I keep relating to you as one of my many relationships, instead of my only relationship, in which all other ones are grounded?  Why do I keep looking for popularity, respect from others, success, acclaim, and sensual pleasures?  Why, Lord, is it so hard for me to make you the only one?  Why do I keep hesitating to surrender myself totally to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, O Lord, to let my old self die, to let die the thousand big and small ways in which I am still building up my false self and trying to cling to my false desires.  Let me be reborn in you and see through you the world in the right way, so that all my actions, words, and thought can become a hymn of praise to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving grace to travel on the hard road that leads to the death of my old self and to a new life in and for you.  I know and trust that this is the road to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, dispel my mistrust and help be become a trusting friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-7785664282654303430?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7785664282654303430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/henri-nouwen-wrote-my-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7785664282654303430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7785664282654303430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/henri-nouwen-wrote-my-prayer.html' title='Henri Nouwen wrote my prayer!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-7017577324283965330</id><published>2010-04-12T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:06:53.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes about who I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S8Ni1MtMKkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N-2fojJiknc/s1600/beautiful+soul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S8Ni1MtMKkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N-2fojJiknc/s400/beautiful+soul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459315839386528322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have spent time on our Spring Break reflecting.  I am not the same person.  I am definitely different.  What's changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus.  Priorities.  Commitments.  Mindset.  Time allocation.  Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did all these changes happen?  Brokenness--lost my mom to illness; my dad to suicide; my mentally ill brother disowned me and the rest of my family and all within 9 months.  A little Job like actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it painful?  Devastatingly painful.  Fetal position sobbing and wailing hours at a time painful.  Life as I knew it had changed.  Forever.  The apple cart of my life was turned upside down and all the apples were dumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have  I moved forward?  One step at a time as Light was revealing my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you navigated big changes in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-7017577324283965330?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7017577324283965330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/notes-about-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7017577324283965330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7017577324283965330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/notes-about-who-i-am.html' title='Notes about who I am...'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S8Ni1MtMKkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N-2fojJiknc/s72-c/beautiful+soul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6767734168349084924</id><published>2010-04-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:21:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S78-34tqkUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qN4B3-cphHc/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S78-34tqkUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qN4B3-cphHc/s320/love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150403233976642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning;&lt;br /&gt;For I trust in You;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me the way in which I should walk;&lt;br /&gt;For to You I lift up my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Psalm 143:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a terrific way to say Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;So packed with love!  So full of energy when I am often not in the morning!  David lays out for us five actions: four that belong to us and one that belongs to God.  Hear, Trust, Walk and Lift are our actions.  Teach belongs to God in this passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we "hear" God?  There are many ways.  Here are three:&lt;br /&gt;Reading His Word. &lt;br /&gt;Being outdoors in creation.  Paul writes to the Roman believers "For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made,..." &lt;br /&gt;Inviting His Spirit to speak to your spirit as you sit in contemplative silence.  (What you will hear will NEVER contradict Scripture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we "trust"?  That's an action that is like faith: it gets stronger the more we use it.  It means we are willing to take God at His word. Trust is so intertwined with faith that it is difficult to isolate.  But it is our action item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we "walk"?  To walk here means our way of life; how we move through our day making decisions, taking actions, resting, whatever.  If this action is dependent on God "teaching" us then it sounds like we need to spend time with God in order to know how to "walk".  Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we "lift" up our soul?  This action is referring to another action: prayer.  Through prayer we can give ourselves to God; to surrender our day, our family, our plans to Him.  Our surrender of being in control of how things go or turn out is also linked back to the action of trust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is "lovingkindness" anyway?  That isn't a word we speak to one another in this compound form any more.  Lovingkindness is a synonym for mercy or compassion.  So God's mercy is new to us every morning (See Lamentations 3:22-23).  He desires us to know Him, trust Him, walk with Him, and give ourselves to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One verse of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Five actions.&lt;br /&gt;One compound word that is outside our cultural vernacular: lovingkindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all equals a lot of comfort and encouragement if you allow it in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6767734168349084924?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6767734168349084924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6767734168349084924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6767734168349084924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S78-34tqkUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qN4B3-cphHc/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3288561173678157161</id><published>2010-04-07T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:27:33.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way of Life</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a terrific but challenging little book titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Simplicity&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.soulcare.com/bio%22%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;Mindy Caliguire&lt;/a&gt;.  One of her points is that we need to be in community; a community where people are living AWOL.  A Way of Life that follows Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really what walking with Christ is: A Way of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our path is full of&lt;br /&gt;Choices&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles&lt;br /&gt;Dark woods&lt;br /&gt;Open spaces&lt;br /&gt;Smooth sections where life is easy&lt;br /&gt;Rocky sections when things are tough&lt;br /&gt;Storms that can overwhelm us&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Days so pleasant that a storm is unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these varying circumstances we encounter on the Way.  Not just times of rest, but times of struggle.  Beautiful vistas and rotten refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mixed in.  All with Christ constantly defending and encouraging us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you along the Way?  Curious?  Just starting out?  Years of journeying?  Discouraged? Sidetracked? Overwhelmed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3288561173678157161?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3288561173678157161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3288561173678157161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3288561173678157161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-of-life.html' title='A Way of Life'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4597275805036498091</id><published>2010-04-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:56:41.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Good Friday good?</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up the church we attended followed the Liturgical Calendar.   This meant that annually we would reflect on the Last Supper on the Thursday before Easter and take communion.  That made sense to me.  But I wondered why Good Friday was called "good" when Jesus died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now decades later I come to Good Friday humbled by the knowledge of all that transpired.  Please take time to watch the following video.  It will be hard to watch, but not as hard as it was to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9_kjdcA9Pc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9_kjdcA9Pc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Good Friday good?  You and I are now FREE!  Tell me what that means to you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4597275805036498091?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4597275805036498091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-good-friday-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4597275805036498091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4597275805036498091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-good-friday-good.html' title='Why is Good Friday good?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2620962922714314583</id><published>2010-03-31T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:56:08.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Go....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S7Ns9Wfzc6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/MOnwn_ZO64M/s1600/Prefumo+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S7Ns9Wfzc6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/MOnwn_ZO64M/s320/Prefumo+.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454823374942598050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this a striking image?  Right now the hills are SO green; but this photo was taken in August.  The important element in this image is the fog.  I live below the fog.  Sometimes I feel like I am in a fog mentally, emotionally, spiritually.  Where do you go when you are "in a fog"?  Do you turn to food?  To friends?  To TV to distract you from the fog?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This picture reminds me of beautiful words that help me get above the fog: "I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; from where shall my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.  He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber.  Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.  The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand.  The sun will not smite you by day, nor the moon by night.  The Lord will protect you from all evil; He will keep your soul.  The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading these words and seeing this picture remind me that even when there is an evident fog: struggles, illness, weariness, loss, grief; God is still here with us and wants us to look to Him for the sustenance we need in our "fog".  It is SO GOOD to be reminded of truth daily and throughout our days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where do you go....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2620962922714314583?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2620962922714314583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-do-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2620962922714314583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2620962922714314583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-do-you-go.html' title='Where Do You Go....?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S7Ns9Wfzc6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/MOnwn_ZO64M/s72-c/Prefumo+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5117958915207278230</id><published>2010-03-29T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:21:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you handle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fissionworks.com/archive/otec/mod04/images/distraction_line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 434px; height: 351px;" src="http://fissionworks.com/archive/otec/mod04/images/distraction_line.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been allowing too many distractions to sidetrack me from using my time "wisely".  (A purely subjective term!)  I like routine but I'm not married to it as my husband says.  But lately I have had more challenges from distractions and I need help!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to set aside time to write more.  In this season of life I have the margin to actually do this.  Yet I find more and more "opportunities" to do things for others, or the need to connect with friends, or even clean the bathrooms instead of sitting down to the keyboard and writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you handle distractions?  What strategies do you have for saying "No" to things that come your way that sidetrack you from your routine?  What do you do to get back on track?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would seriously love your input!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5117958915207278230?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5117958915207278230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-handle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5117958915207278230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5117958915207278230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-handle.html' title='How do you handle...'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4702636431817291751</id><published>2010-03-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:58:02.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Reminding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"We are also praying that we will be able to live well this life of uncertainty that we have been asked to walk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;This is a quote from Aaron and Holly McCrae whose daughter Kate is battling a rare form of brain cancer.  Their journey has been both heart wrenching and heart warming as they have shared with others all that Kate and their family are going through.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prayforkate.com/#/photo-gallery/"&gt;http://www.prayforkate.com/#/photo-gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I have been a behind the scenes pray-er during this season God has them in; I have not met them.  Good news is, in God's economy knowing someone personally is not a prerequisite for ministering to them through prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;We need reminding though.  We get so caught up in our lives and circle of influence that we lose sight of how vast God's perspective is.  We need reminding that the needs of others far out weigh our own.  We need to lift our eyes to the hills to see where our hope comes from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;So this is your reminder today.  Check out the link, pray for Kate and the McCrae family and others who you may be aware of who have needs greater than your own.  Join in with God's perspective on the world.  It is an eyes wide open journey for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4702636431817291751?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4702636431817291751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-need-reminding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4702636431817291751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4702636431817291751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-need-reminding.html' title='We Need Reminding'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-895606337593432405</id><published>2010-03-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:50:26.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Dwell in Possibilities"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5_tHp1suBI/AAAAAAAAANw/1MW7_CGn1Ow/s1600-h/road+through+trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5_tHp1suBI/AAAAAAAAANw/1MW7_CGn1Ow/s320/road+through+trees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449334789887539218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fascinating quote, "I dwell in possibilities".   I think a road from somewhere to I don't know where gives a visual expression to Dickinson's quote.  What is happening in your life right now that a picture like this is appealing?   Or is it discouraging because you want to go somewhere but don't sense possibilities?  Where are you heading? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These and questions like them are the undercurrent that may bubble up for you every once in awhile.  They are worth your time to consider.  What if the season that you are in right now is nearing an end?  What is next for you?  Or perhaps the season you are in is very difficult and you want it to end!  What are the possibilities around the bend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engage with me... let's get in the conversation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-895606337593432405?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/895606337593432405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dwell-in-possibilities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/895606337593432405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/895606337593432405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dwell-in-possibilities.html' title='&quot;I Dwell in Possibilities&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5_tHp1suBI/AAAAAAAAANw/1MW7_CGn1Ow/s72-c/road+through+trees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2990170390450523063</id><published>2010-03-08T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:02:47.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5XGuXaBHQI/AAAAAAAAANo/rZR6ezCtY3M/s1600-h/wisteria.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5XGuXaBHQI/AAAAAAAAANo/rZR6ezCtY3M/s200/wisteria.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446477824233905410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleaning out files and organizing clutter are two things I avoid regularly.  Tonight I am alone and decided to tackle my desk files.  One file titled "Summer Fun" had a collection of ideas for activities to do with my sons when they were 10 and 3 (they are now 21 and 15 to give you an idea of how much I avoid cleaning out files!).  Included in the file was a quote that I had typed and printed.  It was worth it then and it's worth sharing now.  Plus this gives me a distraction from the pile of files on my desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.  This is the meaning of success."  Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by these standards, how is your success rating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2990170390450523063?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2990170390450523063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/emerson-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2990170390450523063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2990170390450523063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/emerson-inspiration.html' title='Emerson Inspiration'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/S5XGuXaBHQI/AAAAAAAAANo/rZR6ezCtY3M/s72-c/wisteria.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-9132544561506620780</id><published>2010-03-01T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:32:57.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised By God</title><content type='html'>Monday I met a friend for coffee at the local Peet’s coffee shop. The seating was typically busy but we were able to snag a table just as another couple of gals were leaving. She and I sat there enjoying the ambiance and talking a mile a minute about kids, the recent high school dance that our freshmen sons attended, her birthday, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other patrons seated nearby got up and packed up his things.  As he started to pass our table he tapped me on the shoulder and told me he felt he was supposed to give me this piece of paper.  He handed me a folded sheet of notebook paper.  He looked rather tentative as he handed it to me.  I opened it glancing to the last two sentences of the handwritten page.  In a lovely manuscript were the words: “You are blessed AND a wonderful blessing.  You reflect the Beauty of the Lord. I looked up at him and smiled.  I thanked him for taking the time to write these words of encouragement and to risk giving them to me a stranger.  He smiled broadly and said “I knew I was to give you this letter!”  I told him that it is an encouragement to me just to see someone obey the leading of the Holy Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t recall a spiritual statement in the 45 minutes that we had been sitting there (which is a sad testimony in and of itself!) and I had never seen that man before.  I was stunned into silence as he walked away.  I handed my friend the letter and she read the following aloud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a woman of stability yet there are times you think your stability has made you rigid and unfeeling.  This is not true.  You are a woman of great compassion, generosity and sensitivity.  There is much fruitfulness in your life- you are surrounded by it don’t lose sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your children- you feel you’ve done your best and that is true but there is more.  Your prayers are powerful and will be continually used to shape, mold and protect their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some hidden things you would like to do- to accomplish deep down- don’t count them out- pursue those dreams- brush aside the thoughts that you are egotistical, prideful- they are dreams that are heavenly given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more ahead of you- continued and expanding fruitfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a gift of wisdom- it is the lifelong emulation of other women you’ve known and others you’ve read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your graciousness it will have lifelong &amp;amp; life changing effects on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed AND a wonderful blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You reflect the Beauty of the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that this is a pretty neutral letter and could apply to anyone, except for the facts that the three issues addressed, stability, children and dreams have been issues that I have been agonizing over in my times with the Lord.  Knowing those details made me all the more aware that these were words specifically for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I share them with you?  So many reasons bubble up in my mind but one for sure is that you would know that God is personally interested in your life! He desires your time and cares about you! He really does know and have plans for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be the vessel to encourage a stranger. Don’t neglect the prompting of the still small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be the one who needs the encouragement.  Keep your eyes and ears tuned into God; He is at work!  That encouragement may come in the most out of the box way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fervent in your prayers.  God’s timing is not ours, but it is perfect!  Never early, never late but right on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your thoughts about this experience, or even better to hear how God has surprised you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-9132544561506620780?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/9132544561506620780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprised-by-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/9132544561506620780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/9132544561506620780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprised-by-god.html' title='Surprised By God'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8758838801738369309</id><published>2010-01-03T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:29:05.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Decade, Not so New Goals</title><content type='html'>The new year is three days old and I have heard and read countless references to resolutions, inspirations to lose weight and the challenges for both the coming year and the new decade.  All of them can be a little daunting that's certain, but I have decided on a way around being overwhelmed!  Rather than making a long list of new resolves to tax my brain to remember, I am going to focus on one overarching goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be my best self possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard "be yourself, you're the only one qualified" or the Army's slogan "be all that you can be" so my goal is not so new.  But it feels a little less like a to do list that I may mess up on right away!  Instead it feels like a good "to be" which I have learned is exactly what I am supposed "to do" is to simply BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as this year gets going and you are thinking about things you want to add or subtract, share them please!  I would love to be inspired by what you are up to and I'd love to know what you are learning to add or subtract!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8758838801738369309?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8758838801738369309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-decade-not-so-new-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8758838801738369309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8758838801738369309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-decade-not-so-new-goals.html' title='New Year, New Decade, Not so New Goals'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3680646302907751166</id><published>2009-09-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:32:55.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are Weary and Heavy Laden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/562271/2/istockphoto_562271-american-rest-area-sign-and-truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/562271/2/istockphoto_562271-american-rest-area-sign-and-truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Times;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been too long since my last post.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it is time to break the silence.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel a little like a story told of Mahatma Gandhi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A young mother came to him seeking help with her son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked him simply if he could tell the boy to stop eating sugar, that it was bad for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gandhi pondered her request for a moment and asked her to come back in three weeks with her son.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The mother thought this an odd request but did as the wise teacher had told her to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the time had passed she returned with her son to hear what the wise teacher would say to her son.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Gandhi simply said to the boy, “do not eat sugar it is bad for your health.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mother was confused and asked him, “Why did we wait three weeks to hear you say such a simple statement?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gandhi replied, “ I could not speak a truth that I was not practicing myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to learn to live without sugar before I could tell your son to live without sugar.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next part of my post comes out of what I had to learn; I needed to practice before I had wisdom to share.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know we live very busy, full lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of you are working in and outside your homes, caring for children, caring for aging parents, dealing with unemployment or the potential for unemployment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can we continue on the paths of the incredibly busy lives we have without crashing and burning out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stated simply: We can’t keep going at the pace we are without disaster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s a pretty bleak assessment I realize but hear me out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are things that can be done to avoid disaster, but you have to be intentional about your choices and actions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have already looked at life and seen there are no changes that can be made to lighten the current load then the next step is to look back at the road map and see where your rest stops are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That may be a strange analogy but if you can imagine your life as a journey and you are traveling on a superhighway, going at a fast pace with little or no stops, you know you are going to get road weary and need a break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what the rest stops are for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t just keep going, stop and take a much-needed break.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus is calling to us while we are rushing along with all the burdens of the family calendar and needs on our shoulders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is standing quietly as the road sign we speed past saying, “Stop in here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will take your burdens and give you a much needed break.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Problem is, we keep driving and say to ourselves, “I don’t have time to stop!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is so much to do! Time is short!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These things need to get done!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With this mindset we are headed for disaster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our rest stops need to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need to be regular and frequent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are fools to think we can go long periods of time without refreshment and relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We suffer unnecessarily because we think we can travel a little bit farther without a break.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about your current circumstances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When was the last time you really took a break?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lisa/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3680646302907751166?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3680646302907751166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-are-weary-and-heavy-laden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3680646302907751166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3680646302907751166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-are-weary-and-heavy-laden.html' title='Who are Weary and Heavy Laden'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2406152052792278826</id><published>2009-07-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:41:17.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SnBrdySNkkI/AAAAAAAAANY/Fm1cAzpTuCw/s1600-h/sri+lanka+bus+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SnBrdySNkkI/AAAAAAAAANY/Fm1cAzpTuCw/s200/sri+lanka+bus+ride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905315656798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SnBrRuTuJYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bE1H1gVvc0Y/s1600-h/sri+lanka+village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SnBrRuTuJYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bE1H1gVvc0Y/s200/sri+lanka+village.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905108430955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to Me, all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is included in this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about this statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If all means all then I am in there and so are you.  And so are these children in Sri Lanka.  And the people in Africa, Asia, Europe, North and South America...you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fixed up, cleaned up or saved and sanctified.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does this challenge you?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me, all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2406152052792278826?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2406152052792278826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2406152052792278826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2406152052792278826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/all.html' title='All'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SnBrdySNkkI/AAAAAAAAANY/Fm1cAzpTuCw/s72-c/sri+lanka+bus+ride.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-172738250772960281</id><published>2009-07-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:17:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforced yet Intentional</title><content type='html'>Somehow today is the right day to tell you a little more about me, so you understand where I am coming from when I present these big ideas like Unforced Rhythms of Grace!  So please bear with me on a brief walk through memory lane.....  I promise I will get to the blog post title eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I was raised with quite a hodge podge of faith traditions.  My  grandparents on my dad's side were old school Methodists; deacon, adult Sunday school teachers, major donors to the church (found out at their passings).  My grandparents on my mom's side were Southern Baptist--grampa not liking to go regularly, gramma wanting to be there when the doors were open.  My parents, in my early years (up to jr. high school age) were good at getting us to the Methodist church 3 out of 4 Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like about once a month I spent the night with my mom's parents and would go to church with them.  I heard there the emphasis on "hell fire and damnation" which definitely put the FEAR of God in me as a youngster!  The message I heard at the Methodist Church was the emphasis on service to those in need: soup kitchen, donations, making things to send to missionaries.  If you are reading for what's missing in my upbringing it was GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward past the wandering years of my youth and young adult years (which thankfully the Lord has forgiven and forgotten and I want to forget!) to a woman who came to faith in Christ at 23; hungering for grace and to know Him fully.  I did what I hope every new believer does: bought a study Bible, got into Bible study and involved in a church.  Grew like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom to the present, 29 years of life later, covering many change points full of joys and losses as life on this earth holds.  Still wanting to fully know the Lord.  Still wanting to fully get grace.   Have been learning a lot along the Way, which is why I started this blog last April.  So this is my very abbreviated testimony to let you know a bit about me why I want to explore with you what Jesus has been doing in our lives, and to discover what is really important to Him.   Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.  Unforced yet Intentional Relationship.  With Him first and with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was asked what the greatest commandment was.  He said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love God, love others&lt;/span&gt;."  Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us how to deal with being overwhelmed: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to Me&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't demand that we relate to Him.  He invites us to relate to Him.  But how do we, in 24/7 flesh and bones bodies, relate to an unseen Being? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniquely.  He knows you perfectly.  You have individual ways you respond to the world around you.  You may be someone who loves to read.  Or you may be someone who loves to garden.  Or someone who loves to run.  Or you may be surrounded by young children daily.  My point is, Jesus wants us to come to Him in the middle of what we do during our daily life.  He wants to be involved in our comings and goings, in our folding the laundry or washing dishes.  In bathing the children and putting them to bed.  Whatever fills our days, the Lord wants to relate with us there.  He will not force us to talk with Him (that's prayer) but in order for us to experience fully His presence with us we have to be intentional in acknowledging His presence, inviting Him to be with us in what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come to Me&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-172738250772960281?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/172738250772960281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforced-yet-intentional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/172738250772960281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/172738250772960281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforced-yet-intentional.html' title='Unforced yet Intentional'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6029334716944331783</id><published>2009-07-24T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:07:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforced Rhythms of Grace</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I asked the question, "How do we develop our inner and outer life so that the two can become one?"  It won't happen over night that is certain.  Habits of mind, habits of action need to be changed to reflect an intentional awareness that we move in and toward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is too busy.  Full of doing.  They are good things mind you, but full of busy-ness.  What am I aware of?  Weariness.  Longing.  Wanting to step out of the fast pace and into a slower rhythm.  What is wrong?  The margins in my day are too narrow.  I need more margin and a slower rhythm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come to me.  Get away with me and you'll recover your life.  I'll show you how to take a real rest.  Walk with me and work with me--watch how I do it.  &lt;i&gt;Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. &lt;/i&gt; I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.  Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."   (Jesus: as paraphrased by Eugene Peterson in The Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally breathed more slowly when I finished reading this passage from Matthew 11 this morning.  I want to learn the unforced rhythms of grace, don't you?  Next week I want to explore what Jesus has in mind for us; how do we walk along the Way with him in this culture?  in this nano-second measuring era?  in the busy-ness of everyday life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6029334716944331783?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6029334716944331783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforced-rhythms-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6029334716944331783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6029334716944331783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforced-rhythms-of-grace.html' title='The Unforced Rhythms of Grace'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-9196284663758051352</id><published>2009-07-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:44:46.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hurried, Unexamined Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a little over a week.  Life is full more than usual right now; international company, new job outside the home, college son home for a few weeks, etc.  No excuses, just my reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of this busy-ness I have been pondering what life is going on under the fast current of my outward life.  Have you ever thought about the difference between your below the surface existence and your outer evident existence?  Can the two become one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are too busy for Jesus we run the risk of developing a hurried, unexamined life.  A life that lives from task to task, moment to moment and without depth.  "An inch deep and a mile wide" is a phrase I heard again recently.  With this kind of life, what do we have to offer those around us?  No time, no peace, no grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is apparent to me that it's crucial to make time for the development of the inner life; a life below the press of the everyday.  How do we go about developing this inner life?  What habits can we add?  What habits do we need to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post, but a glimpse into my inner world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about yours?  I'd really love to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-9196284663758051352?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/9196284663758051352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurried-unexamined-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/9196284663758051352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/9196284663758051352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurried-unexamined-life.html' title='The Hurried, Unexamined Life'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-1929426365043672515</id><published>2009-07-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:08:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everyday</title><content type='html'>So today is Tuesday.  A regular day with meals, laundry, a little decluttering, and a job outside our home.  Oh and a class to take for new skills.  And a sick teen still running a fever.  And a visitor from another country coming into town on the train tonight.  Full for sure.  The question percolating in my brain: how to walk in grace throughout my day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's desire is to glorify God in all I do.  The reality of my life is steps and missteps.  A pastor whose teaching I sat under for many years said "we don't live this life perfectly.  But what are you characterized by?"  That question stuck with me.  Truly our evaluation of our day will be flawed; we don't see ourselves as accurately as an outside perspective and not as thoroughly as God sees us.  So how do we move toward the goal: "whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that probably sounds a little ridiculous but bear with me.  Let's follow this train of logic.  If we are filled with the Spirit of God (which a believer in the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%205;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;atonement of Christ&lt;/a&gt; is) then we are empowered to live a life which is pleasing to God.  If He has given us all that we need then we are equipped to live a life which is pleasing to God.  So since we have both strength and tools our job is to apply them.  That's where learning to breathe comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking about our normal oxygen intake here; I am talking about learning to breathe prayer.  For years I have legalistically struggled to apply Paul's writing in &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thessalonians%205:17;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;Thessalonians&lt;/a&gt; and continually come up short.  Which then has given the enemy of my soul a place to lie to me about my faith.  I hope you are not there, but if you are, take heart!  Their is grace for us not condemnation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to breathe.  Inhale slowly focusing on the presence of God; exhale slowly saying or thinking a phrase like "in Your strength" or "by Your grace".  I first heard about this type of prayer from &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.janjohnson.org/"&gt;Jan Johnson &lt;/a&gt;a few years ago.  Ancient tradition calls this centering prayer.  The point is for us to refocus on God and not on our circumstances; for us to be like Peter when he first got out of the boat--looking at Jesus and not at the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day will be full; my to do list and God's divine appointments (interruptions!).  I will only get through it by His grace and in His power.   Breathe in, breathe out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how your breathing is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-1929426365043672515?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1929426365043672515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1929426365043672515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1929426365043672515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday.html' title='The Everyday'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-1799386908231664153</id><published>2009-07-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:02:35.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Kate</title><content type='html'>I don't normally post on the weekends but this story needs attention.  Please pray for Kate.  Her story and situation are found &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mcraekate"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the chorus of believers lifting Kate to the throne of Grace, begging God for a miracle in her young life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know these people but found out about her need &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://hasson-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-pray.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord for how He is using the internet to connect His children for such a time as this.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-1799386908231664153?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1799386908231664153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-for-kate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1799386908231664153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1799386908231664153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-for-kate.html' title='Pray for Kate'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5429190289951593309</id><published>2009-07-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:48:07.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sldh6RzyzFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GqUmVuPT4GU/s1600-h/garden+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sldh6RzyzFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GqUmVuPT4GU/s320/garden+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857935621442642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I will be today and some of this weekend.  It is my favorite way to connect with the Lord; out in His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you make a time and place to be alone with God along the Way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5429190289951593309?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5429190289951593309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fun_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5429190289951593309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5429190289951593309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fun_10.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sldh6RzyzFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GqUmVuPT4GU/s72-c/garden+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-1212383853646498753</id><published>2009-07-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:44:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sk4XT4EnWnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FWQd3EefQ2c/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sk4XT4EnWnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FWQd3EefQ2c/s200/thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354242637226793586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we Americans get ready to celebrate the 233rd anniversary of the Declaration of Independence from Great Britain, I thought I'd give us a couple of things to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we so embraced the concept of independence as a right that we cannot see ourselves as subject to anyone?  Of course I am thinking of our submitting our wills to the will of God in our lives.  How can I be both independent physically and dependent spiritually?  When there are two apparently opposing issues like these our pastor calls it "living with the tension".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sk4YyXwVN1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xdRZoG6PKmE/s1600-h/thumbnail-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sk4YyXwVN1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xdRZoG6PKmE/s200/thumbnail-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354244260639356754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as you barbeque, picnic or however you celebrate, ponder how best&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate your dependence on a good God who lavishly loves us and&lt;br /&gt;desires our allegiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun Fourth!  Have some pie and ice cream for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-1212383853646498753?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1212383853646498753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1212383853646498753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1212383853646498753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sk4XT4EnWnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FWQd3EefQ2c/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-20396112330332413</id><published>2009-07-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:40:28.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditions</title><content type='html'>Ever find yourself thinking "if I do this then I will reward myself with ...."  The "this" might be cleaning or exercise or another load of laundry.  Or it might be calling a list of people for volunteers at school or church.  Or getting in touch with a not so favorite person.  Do you put conditions on your behavior?  I know I often do.  I'd like to think it motivates me but I am not so sure sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that my conditions can be really limiting as well.  "I must do this before I do can..." doesn't sound bad necessarily but if my conditions keep me from responding to the still small voice whispering to me to call someone in need or bake that casserole for that family, my conditions have gotten in the way of my walk along the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from Oswald Chambers struck me today:&lt;br /&gt;"But Jesus was always consistent in His relationship to God and a Christian must be consistent in his relationship to the life of the Son of God in him, not consistent to strict, unyielding doctrines.  People pour themselves into their own doctrines and God has to blast them out of their preconceived ideas before they can become devoted to Jesus Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered where you are putting conditions on your life with God instead of simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; with God through your day as you walk along the Way?  I would love to hear what you are working through....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-20396112330332413?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/20396112330332413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/conditions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/20396112330332413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/20396112330332413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/07/conditions.html' title='Conditions'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5846907710118946531</id><published>2009-06-29T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:42:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sanctification Gap</title><content type='html'>Are you hungry for more in your life along the Way?  Do you have this confusing feeling that "by this time I thought I would be more Christlike" or "...over this sin problem" or "...showing more of the Fruit of the Spirit"?  You are NOT ALONE!  I know we have more in common than you might realize in longing for more of the abundant life Jesus has promised.  Different faith traditions call this longing by different names, but the basic idea is spiritual growth.  Let's explore how this happens together along the Way, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of attending a fabulous conference coordinated by the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.renovare.org"&gt;Renovare Institute&lt;/a&gt; last week.  The title and theme of the conference was "The Jesus Way: recovering the lost content of discipleship".  All the keynote speakers were amazing and there were too many wonderful workshop titles to choose from!  I did come away feeling so full of hearing, experiencing, and learning that I was worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering what of all I heard would be the best place to begin to process with you.  I decided  the workshop that connected some dots for me between history and present day is the place to begin.  The title of the workshop called out to me: "How we lost the Way: Learning from the Historical Neglect of Spiritual Formation"  It was presented by a professor from Talbot Seminary who did a fabulous job filling in the gaps of my church history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't take the time to re-teach the workshop but I want to say that there is huge benefit to understanding the path of the Church through history; the good, the bad, the distracting.  Knowing history can help prevent the repetition of the mistakes of history.  Knowing history also helps with perspective for modern day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our churches look to fill the sanctification gap that we feel inside with programs that fill time but not the gap.  Many of us decide we will work hard; get busy for Jesus!  Get involved with ministry.  Maybe this will fill the gap we feel inside.  Others of us decide we will perfect ourselves through will power: "I simply won't behave that way, or think those thoughts."  Problem there is we are going forth in our own strength and understanding.   None of these things are getting us closer with Jesus though.  In fact most are simply distractions from simply being with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is working for you these days?  What ways do you find you experience abundance in Christ?  Please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5846907710118946531?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5846907710118946531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/sanctification-gap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5846907710118946531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5846907710118946531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/sanctification-gap.html' title='The Sanctification Gap'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3810265139210902559</id><published>2009-06-26T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:54:20.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SkUKc711PqI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUKYWzgSCYU/s1600-h/IMG_5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SkUKc711PqI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUKYWzgSCYU/s200/IMG_5109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351695224415796898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our cat loves our son, but most of all she likes cozy places.  Arwen decided to crawl into the jeans on the floor, up into the pant leg and stay there!  We had to take a photo of our crazy cat being cozy at bedtime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Fun Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3810265139210902559?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3810265139210902559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3810265139210902559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3810265139210902559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SkUKc711PqI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUKYWzgSCYU/s72-c/IMG_5109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4665691932546066571</id><published>2009-06-22T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:30:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>I am privileged to be attending a conference in San Antonio this week hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.renovare.org/journey_events_2009ic.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Renovare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Institute.  The title of the conference is The Jesus Way: conversations on how Jesus is the Way.  I heard Max Lucado challenge us about fear last evening in his welcoming address.  "Fear never accomplished anything" was a point he made.  Think about it; fear paralyzes us from action.  Fear makes us focus inward not toward others.  Fear would be one of the most frequent things Jesus told us NOT to do or be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard Eugene Peterson speak last evening.  His points were to challenge us to recognize that the name of Jesus and the metaphor of the Way are both personal and participatory.  We meet Jesus personally and to follow Him as the Way we cannot be bystanders.  We must get involved in the life He sets before us; not waiting for a better set of circumstances to come along, but getting into the lives of those who cross our path along the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join me in being intentional in your relationships, knowing that our great Creator God has a plan in your life and through your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings abound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4665691932546066571?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4665691932546066571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4665691932546066571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4665691932546066571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-7228415904992883476</id><published>2009-06-21T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:37:26.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to all you men blessed to have influence in your children's lives!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well, this is the second Father's Day without my dad, and this year more than before I have reflected on his solid influence in my life.  My dad taught me to appreciate the details of creation: a sea shell in the mountains of Utah, the wonder of the structure of a leaf, the uniqueness of each sunrise over the desert as we drove up 395 to camp outside Bridgeport.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was amazingly talented in working with his hands and understood the workings of an automobile engine by sound as well as sight.  He could troubleshoot an odd sound in my car over the phone!  He taught me to change the spark plugs in my VW as well as the oil and brakes.  He didn't want his little girl to be taken advantage of!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was a very introspective man and his thoughtful consideration of people and ideas has influenced my way of looking at things.  He was also full of crazy sayings that were unique to his group of friends; men he went to Torrance High with and remained in weekly contact with until he died on March 10, 2008. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my dad.  Tell yours you love him and thank him for the things he has taught you so far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pa_uDvJreKXoxnDeJXDbBA?authkey=Gv1sRgCJiqwr3-rpL6Ug&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sj6iUvl91UI/AAAAAAAAALA/K4Va1z22QeA/s800/NeilandLisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-7228415904992883476?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7228415904992883476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all-you-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7228415904992883476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7228415904992883476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-all-you-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sj6iUvl91UI/AAAAAAAAALA/K4Va1z22QeA/s72-c/NeilandLisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4190391164324145729</id><published>2009-06-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:07:02.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SjpRk-HQveI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pm1AltvREZM/s1600-h/waves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SjpRk-HQveI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pm1AltvREZM/s200/waves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348677203046481378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having grown up near the ocean in Southern California, I am well acquainted with waves.  In my youth I body surfed but never mastered riding on a board on the waves.  I have a great deal of respect for the power of the ocean's waves; I have a cousin who has been with Jesus many years due to drowning in a surfing accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that loss or maybe because of it, one of my favorite stories in Scripture is of Peter walking on the water.  It's not just smooth like glass water.  It was a storm with wind and waves; tossing the boat around like a cork.  This photo is of a very calm nearly surfless shoreline, not at all what Peter encountered .  Of course we marvel at the feat of walking on any water, but I believe part of what we have to learn from Peter's miraculous walk has to do with the conditions of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have difficult circumstances.  Jesus told us that: "in the world you have tribulation; but take courage, I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)  We will experience loss of many kinds, difficulties and hardships that can literally overwhelm us.  But look at Peter.  For the moments he was focused on his Lord he was above his circumstances.  Miraculously.  In spite of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Chambers wrote: " we step right out with recognition of God in some things, then self-consideration enters our lives and down we go.  If you are truly recognizing your Lord, you have no business being concerned about how and where He engineers your circumstances.  The things surrounding you are real, but when you look at them you are immediately overwhelmed, and even unable to recognize Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so relate to this because of some of the tragic circumstances surrounding the deaths of both of my parents, just 9 months apart.  Thankfully in my grieving, I didn't hear a rebuke from Jesus but rather a patient waiting for me to stop looking only at the circumstances and to turn to Him.  It has been a sorrowful, painful journey, but one I would not change because of the closeness I have experienced with my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chambers went on to say:" Let your actual circumstances be what they may, but keep recognizing Jesus, maintaining complete reliance upon Him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sisters and brothers, whatever you are in the middle of right now, Jesus sees and is waiting for you to look to Him.  The storm didn't change when Peter had his eyes on Christ, but Peter was above the storm.  In the same way our take away from this story can be that in the middle of our storm Jesus will enable us through His strength to rise above our circumstances to have His joy as we encounter our various trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4190391164324145729?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4190391164324145729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4190391164324145729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4190391164324145729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SjpRk-HQveI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pm1AltvREZM/s72-c/waves.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-1054800136520092104</id><published>2009-06-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:00:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YIIrLjdJL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YIIrLjdJL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to say this phrase with different voice inflections:  make me.  You know the ones: attitude that says go ahead and try to...., or the attitude that says I am not going to do what you want...., or the one that says alright I guess I have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attitude do you think the author had when he said this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!&lt;br /&gt;Where there is hatred, let me sow love;&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood as to understand;  to be loved as to love;&lt;br /&gt;for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;&lt;br /&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~St. Francis of Assisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we join today with this attitude of setting aside our agenda, with wholeheartedly desiring to be the hands and feet of Jesus?  How will that look in your day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me I will have to set aside my to do list except for the absolutes: love God, love others.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-1054800136520092104?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1054800136520092104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1054800136520092104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1054800136520092104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-me.html' title='Make Me!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8386165709085614662</id><published>2009-06-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:47:25.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Fun for You to Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sjcd2EM21RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJs-SYwWMw/s1600-h/bagshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sjcd2EM21RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJs-SYwWMw/s200/bagshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347775897203561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found many new blogs to read and people to follow through both &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://exemplifyonline.com/"&gt;Exemplify Online&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.awomaninspiredconference.org/"&gt;A Woman Inspired&lt;/a&gt;.  One significant contributor in both arenas is Kristen Schiffman, a very personable writer and lover of Jesus.  Kristen loves &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://dancinginthemarginsblog.com/books/the-book-boutique-june-18th-20th/"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; and books (her hubby and other fun!).  She is hosting a Multi-blog Book Sale this coming Thursday - Saturday, June 18-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to offer at least 20 books for sale.    There will be other sellers as well that will link up through Kristen's &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://dancinginthemarginsblog.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.  All books, whether mine or others, will be God honoring.  Paypal will be the online payment source and I already have an account (thanks to ebay purchases over the years!)  Tomorrow and Wednesday I will post the photos of the book covers with their sale price and weight so you can figure out shipping costs.  Those of you who live nearby will only have to come over to pick them up--coffee at the point of sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move these books off my shelves and onto yours for your reading pleasure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8386165709085614662?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8386165709085614662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-fun-for-you-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8386165709085614662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8386165709085614662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-fun-for-you-to-do.html' title='Something Fun for You to Do!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sjcd2EM21RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJs-SYwWMw/s72-c/bagshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6304208978801959711</id><published>2009-06-10T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:16:24.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Live Is....</title><content type='html'>How do you finish this phrase: to live is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live is fun!&lt;br /&gt;To live is work&lt;br /&gt;To live is boring&lt;br /&gt;To live is joyful&lt;br /&gt;To live is painful&lt;br /&gt;To live is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you finish it?  I have been pondering this phrase for a week and a half since our student ministries pastor challenged the high school students as they approached the last week and a half of school to consider what it means: to live is Christ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that look?  What does one do"to live is Christ"?  It doesn't say to live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is.&lt;/span&gt;  This is the conjugation of the verb "to be".  Hmm.  We are human BEings.  Perhaps in this phrase to live is Christ, the act of living, then means "to be" like Christ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be like Christ you say.  He was perfect and sinless and we are not those things.  You are absolutely right.  Does that mean we are off the hook?  That we give up and then are to be like His enemy, living our own lives apart from God because we can't measure up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6304208978801959711?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6304208978801959711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-live-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6304208978801959711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6304208978801959711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-live-is.html' title='To Live Is....'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-564458950919655228</id><published>2009-06-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:03:16.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny the Way it is</title><content type='html'>I heard a clip of a song on the radio yesterday morning taking my teenage son to school (8th grade with 4.5 days left but who's counting?)  It caught my attention when the line ..."a soldier's last breath and a baby's being born" played.  With a little research I found some info on it.  The title of the song is the title of this post.  It's by the Dave Matthews Band.  Don't know enough about them to link up here with a clear conscience but this particular song intrigues me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is all about the contrasts that are simultaneously occurring in the world.  When we think about the perspective we have on a situation don't we assume everyone else has the same perspective?  When we come across someone whose perspective is drastically different than ours we can get very upset.  Isn't our perspective right?  Thinking about the ideas in this song made me think of the poem Six Men of Indostan.  It's a story of six blind men and an elephant.  Do you know that one?  It's a great illustration of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my version:  6 blind men were walking and talking together.  They came upon an elephant.  Each man reached the elephant at a different point because of their position on the road.  One of the men found the tail of the elephant, another the trunk, another a tusk, another a leg, another an ear, and the last man the elephant's side.  Each man described the elephant from his perspective, asserting that what they could feel is what an elephant is like: a rope, a snake, a spear, a tree, a fan, and a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point?  How each of us views the world is due in large part to our perspective.   Do we look at circumstances through the lens of our own perspective or do we view the world through the lens of God's perspective: GRACE?  There are so many things going on in the world right now that are tragic or that we disagree strongly with or that we are ready to argue with people about; asserting that our perspective as the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only right perspective is God's perspective.  He wants NONE to perish but all to come to repentance.   If we are looking to Jesus as the author and perfecter of our faith then we will notice He was not angry with those living a life of sin. (Apart from God's Ways)  Nope.  Jesus was angry with the Religious people who were making it difficult for people to come to God.  Now there's a stop you in your tracks thought: am I one of the self-righteous defenders of the Law of God not willing to show Love to those who need it but instead am really ready to judge them for their choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we go along the Way, let's examine our perspectives.  Are we looking at the choices people make and judging them as if We are God?  Or are we looking at them with the winsomeness of Christ and showing them grace (undeserved favor) in the middle of choices we disagree with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Funny the way it is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-564458950919655228?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/564458950919655228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-way-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/564458950919655228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/564458950919655228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-way-it-is.html' title='Funny the Way it is'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5432749996137372120</id><published>2009-06-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:56:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses!</title><content type='html'>I've been considering all the ways I make excuses to not do things I know need to be done.  Do you ever catch yourself going down the excuse path?  I know we are all unique but we also have some similar traits and making excuses is one of them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear myself saying, "I don't really have to do that right now, I can do that later."  Or "I don't feel like getting that done today.  I'll do it tomorrow."  Sounds like classic procrastination to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the point of procrastination?  I know some of you have studied the human condition far more than I have and can probably tell me all the deep seated psychological reasons one makes a habit of putting things off, but I have a feeling its origins are far deeper than early childhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination or shifting responsibility goes all the way back to Adam and Eve.    Think about them.  Eve: "The serpent told me...." Adam: "the woman You gave me"  Yep. We have a genetic predisposition to make excuses and shift blame.  Whew!  Aren't you glad to know you have an excuse?  Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly though, since the Fall, humanity has been pointing fingers, shifting blame and making excuses to not take personal responsibility.  When I look at my procrastination in this light I realize I am living below my calling as a follower of Jesus.  Putting something off that can be done reasonably today doesn't honor God.  "Whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have you made an excuse for today?  I am off to fold laundry and PUT IT AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5432749996137372120?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5432749996137372120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5432749996137372120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5432749996137372120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/06/excuses.html' title='Excuses!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8198198668107452661</id><published>2009-05-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:24:07.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away for a Couple of Days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/gocalifornia/1/0/R/A/3/20080208_008-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 500px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/gocalifornia/1/0/R/A/3/20080208_008-a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the summer is  fully upon us and our youngest is done with school, I am sneaking away for two days of play with my girlfriend I've known since High School!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess where we are going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8198198668107452661?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8198198668107452661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-away-for-couple-of-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8198198668107452661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8198198668107452661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-away-for-couple-of-days.html' title='Going Away for a Couple of Days....'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3722088396067882053</id><published>2009-05-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:44:19.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Remember Those Who Have Gone Before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/ShrYMLKaYyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAg8KxlUQXk/s1600-h/The+Wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/ShrYMLKaYyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAg8KxlUQXk/s320/The+Wall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818011867636514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Memorial Day remember those who have died in service to our country.  We are standing in front of the panel of The Wall, the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C. where my mother's brother's name is engraved.  I was 10 when he was killed by a land mine.  Uncle Buddy left a wife and two small children behind.  Our family, like many, knows the sacrifice serving our country is.  Please pray for the families who are even now mourning the loss of a loved one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3722088396067882053?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3722088396067882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-remember-those-who-have-gone-before.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3722088396067882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3722088396067882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-remember-those-who-have-gone-before.html' title='To Remember Those Who Have Gone Before...'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/ShrYMLKaYyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAg8KxlUQXk/s72-c/The+Wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6639140243454006462</id><published>2009-05-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:25:23.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/church-funny-sign1229142506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 377px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/church-funny-sign1229142506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This speaks for itself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although I hope they actually ran out of room and wanted to say  "....you deal with your worries"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6639140243454006462?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6639140243454006462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6639140243454006462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6639140243454006462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_22.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5727342261880600631</id><published>2009-05-20T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:36:37.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Breaks Your Heart?</title><content type='html'>I started this post Wednesday night after hearing from a sweet friend, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://jessicamock.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, who is joyfully serving in Thailand, working with the Lord to bring women and men out of a life of prostitution.  It struck me that we know so little of all that is going on around the world, what the needs of individuals are, what the pain, sorrow, hunger, homelessness, is really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Eeyore just so you know.  Generally I am an upbeat person.  Every once in awhile, God gives me glimpses into some of what He hears about on a daily basis, and thankfully I am reminded that I am glad He is God and I am NOT!  But what does happen for me is I am reminded to be in prayer for the many whose hearts don't yet know the sigh of release from letting the Savior carry them; for those whose suffering is so great they can't think; for those who simply haven't yet heard there is One who longs to comfort them in the midst of their pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard at a women's retreat several years ago the question: "What breaks your heart that breaks the heart of God?"  It stopped me short.  I realized I had never thought that way.  I began to ponder over several months what things break my heart.  I wondered if they were "big enough" for God to care about.  I wanted to be caring about what He cares about.  I began praying that He would enlarge my heart for the things He sees.  What a journey this has been!  God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear of those dear people in Thailand who don't know that they have options for their lives until someone like Jessica tells them I am moved to prayer.  When I hear of the thousands of displaced families in &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.theacademic.org/"&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;, I think, "Oh Lord..." and am moved to prayer.  When I read my friend Sue's &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://welcomeheart.com/journal/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about her sweet parents who are slowing down more and more I cry and thank God for the blessings of relationships even though they aren't always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of your days, God wants you to join in the chorus of silent and audible voices lifting up concerns to Him.  He alone is the One who can hold all these near.  He alone can have a broken heart for the hurting and still not be overwhelmed by it all.    Please don't say, "well all I can do is pray."  Prayer is vital.  Prayer is powerful.  The work of lifting up others' needs to the throne of grace is the gift God gives us in our relationship with Him; an audience with the King!  Please don't neglect that wonderful privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may also want you to take additional action in response to the things that break your heart.  Be aware of opportunities to serve, to write, to &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://enklings.typepad.com/enklings/2009/05/twitter-for-food-press-release.html"&gt;fast&lt;/a&gt;, to send, to go.  The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.  WE are needed my friends.  Ponder your heart; ponder God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Where has God allowed your heart to be soft, weak, broken and yielding? That is a good place to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5727342261880600631?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5727342261880600631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-breaks-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5727342261880600631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5727342261880600631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-breaks-your-heart.html' title='What Breaks Your Heart?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2446663302062566293</id><published>2009-05-18T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:10:58.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote to Ponder; An Action to Take</title><content type='html'>You must be the change you wish to see in the world.  Mahatma Gandhi&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hear the bleak reports of economic down turns, flooding in rural areas, war ravaged countries with 250,000 displaced persons, extreme poverty, hunger on the streets of this country as well as throughout the world.  Depressing.  Put your fingers in your ears and say La La La La La.  Avoidance won't make these realities go away.  You just get to pretend that in your little world everything is fine and you are in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in the world.  Wise words to ponder.  What can one person do you ask?  One can actually do a lot.  Especially when one tells another, who tells another, who tells another, and they all take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tell you about one such person.  Tim is taking action.  You can too.  Fast and give.  One meal, one day.  June 1st, 2009.  You choose the organization to donate the money you would have spent on that one meal.  But if you tell another, who tells another, who tells another, well you get the idea.   Tim is asking us to tweet this on Twitter.  If you tweet do that.  If you're not on twitter tell your friends the old fashioned way!  But any one of us can help make a difference by fasting that one meal, one day and donating to the suggested organizations that Tim mentions on his &lt;a href="http://enklings.typepad.com/enklings/2009/05/twitter-for-food.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be the change you want to see in the world.  Take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2446663302062566293?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2446663302062566293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-to-ponder-action-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2446663302062566293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2446663302062566293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-to-ponder-action-to-take.html' title='A Quote to Ponder; An Action to Take'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4400408646245435107</id><published>2009-05-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:16:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Inspiration?</title><content type='html'>Creative.  I have several friends who are creative and business people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://Tradeurbeads.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; collects rare beads from all over the world and then makes jewelry or sells the beads to others who make jewelry. &lt;a href="http://thepleatedpoppy.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Lindsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a stay at home mom with 3 littles and she creates and sews up a storm.  &lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an incredible mom of two and as a jewelry maker has designed so many unique creations.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I am still amazed at how few people know of this great warehouse of business people.  I just found another sweet woman who is creating and selling through etsy.  &lt;a href="http://www.travelinglite.org/blog/2009/05/16/giveaway/comment-page-1/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has items inspired by the shore and creation itself.  Check all these women out; you will be glad you did.  Who knows, you might recognize your talent for making things and be inspired to set up your own etsy shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4400408646245435107?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4400408646245435107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4400408646245435107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4400408646245435107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-inspiration.html' title='Looking for Inspiration?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8355684588268021622</id><published>2009-05-15T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:06:22.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sg2SQMQbitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cGwpEg3C3H4/s1600-h/chew+and+chat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sg2SQMQbitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cGwpEg3C3H4/s320/chew+and+chat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336081940369607378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to spend some time with friends in a place like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not great coffee, but bottomless cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not gourmet food, but family style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not rushed, but cared for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not anonymous, but a place to be known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't our table at home be someplace like that too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8355684588268021622?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8355684588268021622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8355684588268021622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8355684588268021622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_15.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sg2SQMQbitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cGwpEg3C3H4/s72-c/chew+and+chat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5308812476518769253</id><published>2009-05-14T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:44:29.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Person Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rocketroberts.com/farm/images/ducks_in_row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.rocketroberts.com/farm/images/ducks_in_row.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to have help putting this picture in place because it was huge!  In the process I learned how to change the size in html without changing the aspect ratio.  All that thanks to my husband the engineer!  I asked him if he could tell what kind of person I am from this picture and he said "A duck follower!"  He may know how to manipulate pixels accurately but "getting the hint" is not high on his list of skills.  Not to mention he has lived with my obsession of control for 18 years of wedded bliss, poor man.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it's true; I would love to have all my ducks in a row and going in the same direction all the time.  But unfortunately that has yet to happen.  My literal husband and son would promptly say "You don't have any ducks."  Perhaps that is really the problem, not my lack of control over life but the fact that we don't own any ducks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, I have had to be undone in this area of control so many times  that you'd think I would have learned the truth about my small circle of influence in the universe by this season of life.  But since I am in the middle of a series of unfortunate events right now, I am recognizing yet again that I don't have control.   It's all in God's hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so extremely patient with me, the slow of learning.  He is also extremely gracious in the lessons I seem to need repeating.  Truly, at this point in life I just laugh and say, Oh yeah, I forgot again, didn't I Lord?  He gently reminds me and I willingly take His hand, as I  brush off my skinned knees from my stumbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shared what kind of person I am.  How about you?  What does God have to teach you again and again?  Or are you one of those vicarious learners who benefits from the open mistakes of others like me?  Please, please don't let me be the only one who needs repetition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5308812476518769253?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5308812476518769253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-kind-of-person-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5308812476518769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5308812476518769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-kind-of-person-am-i.html' title='What Kind of Person Am I?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4222910544557508326</id><published>2009-05-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:28:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know what season of life you are currently in, but I have the best of both worlds in my family.  We have two sons: one at home getting really excited about starting high school and one in college really excited about his studies and what God is doing in him while at Biola University. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.biola.edu/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Biola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they have chapels to attend; a required 30 for the semester.  This is the last week of school before finals and graduation.  Wisely the theme of chapels this week is "God's Call on Your Life".  Our son's a great communicator and is often willing to share what he's been learning (see previous post to know where he got that!) and today was no exception.  He called me right after chapel to tell me how great it was and that I need to get the recording.  I wanted to know why it was great and he shared some tidbits that made me think of things that God is teaching me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The speaker talked about our common desire to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; God's plan for our lives, rather than simply&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trusting&lt;/span&gt; His good plan.  He used an illustration of a trapeze artist at the moment of letting go to just prior to grabbing on to the next bar.  He called that mid-air.  He challenged the listeners to live life mid-air; trusting God without knowing for sure what is next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image reminded me of something this very same son made me do two years ago when he was working at &lt;a href="http://www.humelake.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hume Lake Christian Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a High Adventure guide.  They have trust building activities that are optional for campers to participate in, but for this visiting mom, there was no option.  Check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9CgpUE6B0E"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out and then I want to tell you what happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not me in the video, but I did what she did.  42 feet up in the air stands the platform.  That's really high especially when you look down!  While on the platform you get locked into the harness and the cables.  The guide is hooked up to the platform in case any wild camper or mom grabs them for "safety".  So there I stood, just like Jessie in the video, getting ready to go off backwards.  My son was holding the harness to drop me whenever I gave him the okay.  It was a very frightening moment for me and he knew it.  He was not trying to rush me or goad me on, he really wanted me to make the decision to fall backwards.  I told him I was afraid.  He said, " I know Mom.  But this is your chance to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you are in God's hands."  With that I took a deep breath and said Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I felt it.  Crazy adrenaline! Weightless falling.  Micro-seconds of unseen support.  Mid-Air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Matt shared what today's chapel speaker had said of trusting God's plan  and living mid-air, I was immediately reminded of that sensation.  It scared the bejeebees out of me in the waiting, but once I was mid-air I was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does that mean for us in the waiting for God's plan to unfold?  We have to face the fear of the unknown.  Fear is an emotion and like all emotions is intended to bring us to our Abba to share it with Him.  We don't know what is around the bend or off the platform, but God does.  He knows the plans He has for us, plans for welfare and not calamity, to give us a future and a hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you risk mid-air?  I am.  And God's carabiners are strong and perfect and His cables go for eternity!  What a ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4222910544557508326?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4222910544557508326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-air.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4222910544557508326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4222910544557508326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-air.html' title='Mid-Air'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8354216581865539596</id><published>2009-05-12T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:03:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Teach is to Touch a Life Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bristolgift.com/images/37bl-104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 545px;" src="http://www.bristolgift.com/images/37bl-104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who have known me for awhile already are familiar with my history.  But for those who don't, I have spent more than half my life teaching.  I have worked with children, youth and adults in a variety of settings from traditional classrooms to garages to auditoriums.  I love to teach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have discovered in working with Kathy is that my passion is really to give the tools to learn so that my students, regardless of age, can continue the learning process on their own.  Giving away a passion for learning and growing is not an easy task.  But if only one student was inspired in each year's work, it would have been worth it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, although I am no longer a classroom teacher, I find myself still teaching!  I guess it is because I am an eager learning and I want to share whatever new things I have come across.  When I am enthusiastic about something it is nearly impossible for me to keep my enthusiasm to myself.  I'm not sure if that is bad; you'd have to ask my family what it is like living with me: "Hey you guys!  Guess what I just read?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion may not be for learning and teaching what you learn.  You do have passion about something though.  You may be busy today with small children and can't think much past their daily schedule of needs, or you may be going into a season of change and you don't know what is ahead.  Either way, somewhere inside you is some element of creative passion.  I know that is true because each of us is created in the image of God and He is the source of creativity and passion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really encourage you to carve out some time to sit in solitude asking your Maker what your passion is if you are disconnected from the awareness of how you are wired.  He knows the plans He has for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are really living out your passions right now and you inspire me!  I really believe we are intended to share our gifts and talents with one another for both blessing and challenge.  How do we get started though?  What can you do today to take a step toward living out your passion?  I would love to talk with you about what I have been learning (there I go again!) that can help you get the tools you need to learn about your passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8354216581865539596?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8354216581865539596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-teach-is-to-touch-life-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8354216581865539596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8354216581865539596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-teach-is-to-touch-life-forever.html' title='To Teach is to Touch a Life Forever'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-421422523233648187</id><published>2009-05-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:42:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgirPKzZL6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Onbwlf_15KE/s1600-h/don%27t+look+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgirPKzZL6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Onbwlf_15KE/s320/don%27t+look+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702035706654626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1989, after experiencing many significant life changes within a short period of time, not all of which were welcomed, a friend gave me this card.  I was so touched by the sentiment that I framed it.  It has been a part of my visual inspiration for 20 years!  Recently I have experienced the second set of significant life changes, none of which were planned.  This visual reminder has been inspirational for me still and in new ways this time through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of happening whether we are ready or not.  I lost both my parents within nine months of one another through unexpected means.  As a result of those huge losses I was unable to continue working in the administrative capacity I had been, so I stepped away from that position.  Truly, I could barely function, the grief process was so overwhelming.  It has been a two year period of deepening my relationships:  with my husband, my sons, and my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger along the Way, I really didn't get what James encouraged us with: Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.  Now, after 28 years walking along the Way, I think I finally understand.  God tests our faith as He tested Abraham, so that the surpassing knowledge of God in Christ can be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have joy in the middle of deep loss and sorrow.  And no it doesn't make sense.  But God does have a plan, He is still on His throne and His promises are true to those who believe.  I have lots more to say about the lessons I have learned and I will in future blogs, but what I most want to encourage you with today has to do with the changes I am being led to and hopefully they will encourage you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the privilege of working with a terrific woman for the past six months, who is a follower along the Way and my Life Coach.  &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://fluentlifecoaching.com/"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt; has listened to me at this change point in my life; trying to help me sort out what is left of me after losing so much.  She has been both inspirational and prayerful for me.  Through my work so far with Kathy I have recognized my desire to communicate what God has taught me through the life He has blessed me with.   She has pointed me toward tools and exercises to sift through ideas and passions and find the commonalities to build upon.  It has been a very inspiring journey that I highly recommend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of this journey I have been stepping out in new ways: this blog is an example.  I have joined facebook, twitter, and a women's social network, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://exemplifyonline.ning.com/"&gt;Exemplify Online&lt;/a&gt;.  You can find those links down the sidebar on my blog.  But today I found a new connection that I want to make sure you know about that can encourage you to make some changes and reach out to others through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman Inspired is an online resource for learning the steps and short cuts for building an online presence for ministry in whatever capacity God is leading you to do.  They will be holding an online conference June 8 - 11.  I am so excited for the opportunity to take part in this conference.  There is no travel involved; it will be held online.  If you go to their website you can check out the speakers and their topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this won't be for everyone, not because you couldn't handle it but you may not be ready for making any changes right now.  But some of you are right where I am and need to know how to get plugged into the opportunities to reach out to those who need encouragement from God's Word and His work in your life and the lives of those you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like Paul, say this: I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.  But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on my dear friends!  Don't fear the changes; God has greater things in store for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://exemplifyonline.com/announcements/a-woman-inspired-giveaway/"&gt;Exemplify Online&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-421422523233648187?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/421422523233648187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/421422523233648187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/421422523233648187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgirPKzZL6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Onbwlf_15KE/s72-c/don%27t+look+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5087929957605838685</id><published>2009-05-08T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:14:55.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSEAJYZMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gi-VmrnUwL8/s1600-h/Hume+signage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSEAJYZMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gi-VmrnUwL8/s320/Hume+signage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333532996766610034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this pic when we were up at Hume Lake at Christmas.  There is no end of hilarious images that come to mind for what might happen to someone who would zipline across the thin ice covering the shallow water.  If they fell from the zipline they better not dive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some Friday Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5087929957605838685?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5087929957605838685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5087929957605838685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5087929957605838685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun_08.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSEAJYZMnI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gi-VmrnUwL8/s72-c/Hume+signage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8980236088388806787</id><published>2009-05-08T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:09:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative School Projects for all you Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSAX4dkLXI/AAAAAAAAADk/xONCHDTKZIw/s1600-h/mark+and+castle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSAX4dkLXI/AAAAAAAAADk/xONCHDTKZIw/s320/mark+and+castle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333529006495247730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know how much we all love the assignments that involve building some model of what the children have been learning, but bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning really can be fun!  Just check out this castle my son Mark designed.  If you look closely it is all chocolate!  Now I can tell you that was a fun project to help with!  Legos, cereal, marshmallow cream and candy bars.  Hmm yummy!  The downside was when he took it to share, he let the class eat it up (not the legos of course!) Glad I took the picture before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about our own creative projects?  You might have a scrap book to work on or a sewing project to start, but I am actually talking about the ongoing projects of relationships.  Our parents, our siblings, our friends, our spouses, our children; you get the idea.  There is no end to the creativity needed in the project of relating to other humans in a meaningful, interactive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you find inspiration for your creativity in relationships?  I love to hear what moms do to have fun with their children, or ideas of friends in connecting with others.  How about you?  What is something fun or inspiring or creative you have done recently to develop those relationship projects?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8980236088388806787?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8980236088388806787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/creative-school-projects-for-all-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8980236088388806787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8980236088388806787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/creative-school-projects-for-all-you.html' title='Creative School Projects for all you Moms'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgSAX4dkLXI/AAAAAAAAADk/xONCHDTKZIw/s72-c/mark+and+castle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6393794734128192614</id><published>2009-05-06T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:20:01.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something De-Light-ful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artistinternational.biz/balloons-of-hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 708px;" src="http://www.artistinternational.biz/balloons-of-hope.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if your life has been touched by any spectrum disorders such as A.D.H.D., Asperger's Syndrome or Autism, but in searching for a cute picture of a balloon to lighten things up at my blog, I found this logo for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artistinternational.biz/Balloonsofhope.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Balloons Of Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;What a terrific organization and purpose!  You simply have to check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't think there is a better way to lighten things up along the Way than to hang out with children!  I don't mean simply observe children, I mean play their games, sing their songs, IMAGINE things with them, read stories and just enjoy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Jesus put children in very high standing you know.  He made sure no one would keep children from Him; He told us that we are to be like children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.  Ever wonder what He meant by that?  Was that another mystery image that didn't make literal sense like being born again?  I am not a Bible scholar but I like to think after 28 years of formally hanging out with children I have an idea of what Jesus meant for us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Children are so completely without guile and trusting.  They don't judge, they accept.  They imagine and enjoy God's creation fully.  They love you just because you show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I think we are to love Jesus just like a child loves.  I think we are to trust with the child's complete non-judgmental way of trusting.  I especially think God wants us to fully enjoy His beautiful creation including all the people He made in His image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;You want to lighten up like I do?  Go out and play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6393794734128192614?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6393794734128192614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-de-light-ful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6393794734128192614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6393794734128192614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-de-light-ful.html' title='Something De-Light-ful'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6583987646567578814</id><published>2009-05-05T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:41:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Take For Granted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgEqcBd_nZI/AAAAAAAAADc/eeJ8Q2e_KvI/s1600-h/IMG_9090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgEqcBd_nZI/AAAAAAAAADc/eeJ8Q2e_KvI/s320/IMG_9090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332590094702321042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't this a beautiful picture?  Looks like a day coming to a close on the Pacific Coast.  Actually this is a sunrise over the Indian Ocean on the east coast of Sri Lanka.  Such a peaceful image.  Such beautiful people, a beautiful country.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not so peaceful there right now.  What do you take for granted?  Food?  Water?  Running water?  Flush toilets?  A roof over your head and a floor under your feet?  Peace in your neighborhood?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Families in Sri Lanka have been caught in the cross fire for 25 years and lately things have gotten worse.  People are being forced from their homes because of fighting and are once again being relocated to IDP camps (no border to cross so they are not refugees but Internally Displaced Persons)  They have a common well, sometimes, corrugated metal for make shift shelters and palm fronds to weave into a roof.  Poor sanitation, limited food.  Relief supplies sent by international Red Cross is not getting to the IDP camps because the Sri Lankan army is preventing it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you take for granted?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6583987646567578814?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6583987646567578814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-take-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6583987646567578814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6583987646567578814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-take-for-granted.html' title='What Do You Take For Granted?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SgEqcBd_nZI/AAAAAAAAADc/eeJ8Q2e_KvI/s72-c/IMG_9090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8202691587479075100</id><published>2009-05-04T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:06:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility or Humiliation?</title><content type='html'>Hope you saw my Friday Fun post.  Humble Pie is a real thing not just a figure of speech.  I am going to try that recipe this week; thankfully my family likes savory pie for dinner on occasion and a steak pie sounds yummy! But strawberry rhubarb sounds better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really how we are isn't it?  We would rather have things easy or fun and to have our own way than to have to give way to someone else.  Dessert is better than veggies in some minds.  I have been mulling around the difference between humility and humiliation since last Friday when I was hunting for a picture of a pie to use on the blog.  I have a few thoughts and a couple of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want recognition for a job well done.  You have seen it in a child's face when they finish a chore.  You have felt the need when you have done a good deed that was almost hidden from view.  We all have.  Our self wants an Atta Boy!  But what about when the opposite kind of attention comes?  The kind of attention that points to a mistake or misunderstanding?  What of our need for recognition then?  Don't you want to just have the ability to become invisible?  To have the elven cloak that was given to Frodo?  I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Way there are many opportunities to learn the difference between humility and humiliation.  Some are public, like tripping and falling in a restaurant on Valentine's Day.  True story.  I did it this year.   Hmm.  You don't need me to define those two words for you but I do want to remind you of the importance of living out the difference.  Being embarrassed by a mistake does not mean you lack humility; how you respond to the correction of your mistake will demonstrate the difference in your life.  Do we assert that we are in the right when there is a conflict?  Do we demand we get our way?  Do we look for the recognition for our actions by talking about our accomplishments?  If you or I say yes then we lack humility in that area (or maybe in all areas? Ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus helps us with how our behavior needs to look as we walk along the Way in &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2014:7-11&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Luke 14:7 - 11&lt;/a&gt;.  This isn't the only spot in Scripture we can see the difference between humility and humiliation.  Paul exhorted us to remember how Jesus modeled humility for us in &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%202:5-8;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;Philippians 2:5-8&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sandals to fill no doubt.  But if you are a Christ follower you have the beauty of the indwelling Spirit who equips you to make the choice to grow in humility rather than demanding your own way.  So here is my question: Do you walk with Jesus along the Way?  Following Jesus is both a one time decision and a process involving moving from one model of life and behavior (self-centered) to a very different model of life (God-centered).  Walking along the Way is full of change. The Way of faith is the ultimate grand adventure!  For the Way up is really the Way down.  It is really living out the difference between humility and humiliation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8202691587479075100?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8202691587479075100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/humility-or-humiliation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8202691587479075100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8202691587479075100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/humility-or-humiliation.html' title='Humility or Humiliation?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5639180644797442892</id><published>2009-05-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:49:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pippahunnechurch.com/humblepie2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.pippahunnechurch.com/humblepie2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this look yummy?  I had so much fun hunting for a picture that I had in mind for today's post.  Ten in the morning looking at photos of pies may not be the best idea if you are trying not to eat too much, but this particular pie stood out because of its name: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.pippahunnechurch.com/humble_pie_recipe.php"&gt;Humble Pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have ever used the saying "eating humble pie" but the above link tells a brief history of the term and gives a modern version of the recipe for what sounds like a delicious main dish!&lt;br /&gt;In my next post I'll tell you why I went down the rabbit trail hunting for pictures of pies.  For now you can learn two new things by checking out the link!  Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5639180644797442892?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5639180644797442892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5639180644797442892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5639180644797442892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2832090548989752473</id><published>2009-04-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:00:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Writing (no 'rithmetic)</title><content type='html'>Being an author is pretty time intensive.  Funny thing, writing is connected to reading.  Who knew?  Researching sources, gathering material for writing queries, finding pictures for this blog all take time.  It is worthwhile time because along the way I encounter these wonderful Divine appointments with people or their writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I came across a piece that simply posed questions for us to think about and discuss.  The point was, if you are tired of shallow connecting -- "Hi how are you?"   "Fine"  "Me too" "How are the kids?  Work?"  "Good"  "me too"  then taking time to pose any or all of these questions would likely take a conversation past the mundane to a little deeper connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of Consequence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is hard for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your joys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you hope for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going deeper with people is following Jesus.  Think about His conversations.  Of course He had perfect knowledge and perfect wisdom which we all lack.  But I would say that taking the time, making the connection that we all crave at some level, honors the individual and it honors the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try these questions out the next time you get to hang out with someone.  Let me know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2832090548989752473?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2832090548989752473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-and-writing-no-rithmetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2832090548989752473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2832090548989752473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-and-writing-no-rithmetic.html' title='Reading and Writing (no &apos;rithmetic)'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2472719491262996098</id><published>2009-04-28T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:35:09.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfdLse3R-OI/AAAAAAAAADU/maS_6QepIIg/s1600-h/one+way.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfdLse3R-OI/AAAAAAAAADU/maS_6QepIIg/s200/one+way.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811911587526882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not ready.  I want to be.  I long to be ready at any moment, but I am distracted.  I am distracted by the dishes, the laundry, the dust, the paperwork.  I can’t seem to put a routine together because something or someone comes along the Way to change my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.  Watch.  Prepare.  I want to be available to those in need of a good Word.  I study. I pray.  I wait.  I watch.  But still I don’t feel ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets in your Way of being ready?  What are you getting ready for?  This picture is simply a road sign but it struck me thinking about the paradigm of sharing our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, who walked and talked with Jesus along the Way, tells us to set apart Christ as Lord in our hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as followers along the Way are to live full of hope we walk in this world.  We show hope in the Way we struggle, suffer loss, live daily and transparently before others.  Jesus is the Way.  If we follow His Way we see our paradigm set forth.  It is not religion.  That can distract us from the Way.  Jesus shows us the Father, shows us Himself.  If we watch carefully we will see how to follow Him along the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is faith walking.  We don’t see Jesus face to face yet, but we have His Word, His promises and His presence through the Holy Spirit to help us along the Way.  We have each other to come alongside in challenging times, if we are living transparently in our need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready is a life long pursuit.  Being ready just means being real with where we are along the Way.  Keep setting apart Jesus Christ as Lord in your heart by moving yourself off the throne.  Keep faith walking.  Keep getting ready and you will be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2472719491262996098?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2472719491262996098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2472719491262996098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2472719491262996098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/ready.html' title='Ready?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfdLse3R-OI/AAAAAAAAADU/maS_6QepIIg/s72-c/one+way.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2475320392794645996</id><published>2009-04-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:27:58.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfZA1qQ_eOI/AAAAAAAAADM/of8Mn9fTk7k/s1600-h/faith+walking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfZA1qQ_eOI/AAAAAAAAADM/of8Mn9fTk7k/s200/faith+walking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329518499662362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever stop to think about what it really means for you to "walk by faith"?  I know that in different seasons of our lives we have more or less time to stop and ponder big ideas; I wasn't spending a lot of time in contemplation when I had babies to care for or when I worked more than full time like so many women whose work is outside and inside the home.  Let's take a few minutes to think about faith walking together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are filled with "to do lists" of tasks that must be done and our focus is on them, not on things with eternal consequence.  Yet if anything is important then everything can have importance in the realm of faith walking.  The Message tells us that "the fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living.  It's our handle on what we can't see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.  So faith walking is daily.  We go through the ups, the joys, the successes of our lives confident in our trust in the promises of God.  We go through the downs, the sorrows, the loss of our lives confident in  our trust in the promises of God.  Wait a minute!  Didn't I just say the same thing?  Good for you for noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Whether we are experiencing ups or downs, joys or sorrows,  successes or loss, we can have confidence in the promises of God.  I know this is true.  Not only have I read about lives in Scripture but I have watched the lives of dear friends and have experienced first hand how faith walking looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking is active.  You move.  You used to be in one place, or circumstance, and you change and grow to another place.  C.S. Lewis wrote of this movement in the Last Battle: as Aslan moves through the Doorway he turns and calls over his shoulder to those following him, "Come further up!  Come further in!"  This is the invitation Jesus offers us as we walk along the Way.  Get to know Me more, walk with Me, talk with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an item on a to do list, it is the essence of our very life!  Further up, further in!  This is what faith walking is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along the Way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2475320392794645996?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2475320392794645996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2475320392794645996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2475320392794645996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith-walking.html' title='Faith Walking'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfZA1qQ_eOI/AAAAAAAAADM/of8Mn9fTk7k/s72-c/faith+walking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-196254713657358657</id><published>2009-04-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:26:16.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfJYGK0VCxI/AAAAAAAAADE/2bwx0d7CkOQ/s1600-h/Memory+Lane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfJYGK0VCxI/AAAAAAAAADE/2bwx0d7CkOQ/s320/Memory+Lane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328418172139014930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if you will find this photo as funny as I did when I took it last December, but it really struck my funny bone at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I was looking at it I thought maybe it was a little melancholy (or maybe I was feeling a little melancholy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this strike you today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-196254713657358657?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/196254713657358657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/196254713657358657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/196254713657358657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SfJYGK0VCxI/AAAAAAAAADE/2bwx0d7CkOQ/s72-c/Memory+Lane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-2254666414940907747</id><published>2009-04-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:41:39.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceptions</title><content type='html'>How do you like the new look of my blog?  I have been struggling with the perception I had of the appearance of my layout; colors, size you know the details!  It was too cut and paste and didn't really appeal to me.  I kept hunting for how to make it more my own (for free of course!)  Found a cute site (the link is in the upper left) that offers lots of fun backgrounds (thanks Penny!) and other goodies to customize your blog site.  If you're blogging, check it out!  Enough of the fluff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's post I talked about the idea of paradigms powering our perceptions.  Our model or pattern affects how we look at something or someone.  The big idea here is does your paradigm fully work for you?  How do you perceive circumstances that you find yourself in right now?  We have so many paradigms as I mentioned but the one I would really like to explore is faith.   This paradigm is at work in your life even if you don't stop and take a look at it.  Your model or pattern that was handed to you from your family affects your perceptions today.  Big concepts like trust aren't always openly discussed in a family but what your parents showed you about faith and trust as a child has imprinted your paradigm and thus your perceptions about faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say you believe and what you demonstrate with your actions may not always line up and that is due to your paradigm.  Do you find yourself fearful and you don't know why?  Are you prone to worry and want to be done with that struggle?  Look at the model you grew up with.  The power of modeling for the learning process of children is well known: often something important is "caught" not "taught".  The tendency toward fear may have been subtly modeled and you didn't even realize it.  All is not lost!  Paradigms and perceptions can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go so far as to say that your faith paradigm is the most important pattern for you to examine and align and realign throughout life.  What we do and say is important; people close to us as well as those strangers we come across are watching how we interact.  If you claim the name of Jesus, how you follow Him along the Way is THE most important paradigm to keep looking at.  More on this later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-2254666414940907747?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2254666414940907747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/perceptions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2254666414940907747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/2254666414940907747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/perceptions.html' title='Perceptions'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-561834418715577898</id><published>2009-04-22T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:53:39.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradigms and Perceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Se9VwJ5eVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1vsieISuSk/s1600-h/IMG_5592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Se9VwJ5eVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1vsieISuSk/s320/IMG_5592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327571169981650034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read this book?  If you haven't I recommend it.  Here's why: it is fiction, first and foremost.  It deals with deep hurts that we all have even though we push them down or away.  It gives you somethings to ponder and we all need to be thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote that made me stop reading and think about the depth of these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paradigms power perceptions and perceptions power emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Most emotions are responses to perceptions--what you think is true about a given situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to unpack this statement a little.  Paradigm--"an example that serves as a model or pattern, especially one that forms the basis of a methodology or theory"  We all have models or patterns that we follow, and sometimes without even realizing what they are and how they impact us.  Parenting, marriage, roles in the family, are all examples of paradigms that we have that we may not even think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So read that quote again, filling in a particular paradigm you have.  Take time to think it through in how it affects your daily life.  Does your paradigm have a positive affect on you and others?  Does your paradigm need adjusting to be more effective for your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now specifically look at the paradigm of your faith.  Many people don't stop to think through what they believe and if what they believe lines up with how they live.  Take some time to think about deep, eternal matters.  I'd love to talk with you about your thoughts; no judgment, just open discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of open--be open to reading the Shack.  It is not doctrine, it's fiction.  But I would go so far as to say it can be a tool to move your paradigms a little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-561834418715577898?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/561834418715577898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/paradigms-and-perceptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/561834418715577898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/561834418715577898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/paradigms-and-perceptions.html' title='Paradigms and Perceptions'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Se9VwJ5eVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1vsieISuSk/s72-c/IMG_5592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6424031682403840129</id><published>2009-04-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:14:25.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from a certifiable genius</title><content type='html'>Did the title make you curious?  Some quotes I collect are simple, some profound.  This one is profound in its simplicity.  I have to give finder's credit to my friend Susie who is a terrific quote hunter! (among many other skills she possesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Rules of Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. out of clutter, find simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. from discord, find harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. in the middle of difficulty lies opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sounds like Henry Ford.  Practical, grounded, straightforward, matter of fact.  But its not Ford.  Before I reveal the quotable individual, let's look closer at these three rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each rule has a challenge in the first half and resolve in the second half: clutter, discord and difficulty are resolved in simplicity, harmony and opportunity.  Not only can we make that word pair observation but look at what the rules are for--work.  You might simply think rules for getting work done.  That approach could be sufficient for appreciating these rules.  But you can also look at each of these rules and see that in order to achieve the resolve it takes work; not just task oriented work but character forming work.  These rules could be re-titled "3 Rules for Change" or "3 Rules for Growth".  These rules are bigger than they seem at first glance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you might expect something profound in its simplicity from a certifiable genius~ Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go and apply these rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6424031682403840129?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6424031682403840129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-from-certifiable-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6424031682403840129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6424031682403840129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-from-certifiable-genius.html' title='Quote from a certifiable genius'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-3125393814691876494</id><published>2009-04-20T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:22:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty That Matters is Always on the Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hopefully you read my previous post which linked you to Susan Boyle's audition performance on the show Britain's Got Talent.  Millions of people have viewed the YouTube posting.  Today I want to share portions of a wonderful thought provoking article about Susan Boyle, titled "The Beauty That Matters is Always on the Inside" written by Colette Douglas Home in The Herald web issue 3439.  The following excerpts are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; Reproduced with the permission of the Herald &amp;amp; Times Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;This small, brave soul took her courage in her hands to pitch at her one hope of having her singing talent recognised, and was greeted with a communal sneer. Courage could so easily have failed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;She lived with her parents in a four-bedroom council house and, when her father died a decade ago, she cared for her mother and sang in the church choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;It was an unglamorous existence. She wasn't the glamorous type - and being a carer isn't a glamorous life, as the hundreds of thousands who do that most valuable of jobs will testify. Even those who start out with a beauty routine and an interest in clothes find themselves reverting to the practicality of a tracksuit and trainers. Fitness plans get interrupted and then abandoned. Weight creeps on. Carers don't often get invited to sparkling dinner parties or glitzy receptions, so smart clothes rarely make it off the hanger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;Then, when a special occasion comes along, they might reach, as Susan did, for the frock they bought for a nephew's wedding. They might, as she did, compound the felony of choosing a colour at odds with her skin tone and an unflattering shape with home-chopped hair, bushy eyebrows and a face without a hint of make-up. But it is often evidence of a life lived selflessly; of a person so focused on the needs of another that they have lost sight of themselves. Is that a cause for derision or a reason for congratulation? Would her time have been better spent slimming and exercising, plucking and waxing, bleaching and botoxing? Would that have made her voice any sweeter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;Susan Boyle's mother encouraged her to sing. She wanted her to enter Britain's Got Talent. But the shy Susan hasn't been able to sing at all since her mother's death two years ago. She wasn't sure how her voice would emerge after so long a silence. Happily, it survived its rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you'd like to read Ms. Home's wonderful article go &lt;a href="www.theherald.co.uk/search/display.var.2501746.0._the_beauty_that_matters_is_always_on_the_inside.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Susan receives further opportunities to sing.  She has earned them by virtue of her talent.  But my question to us all is what talents have we not brought out to be seen for lack of opportunity or even more, the fear of ridicule?  Perhaps the courage Susan displayed can spur each of us on to love and good deeds, knowing that what truly matters is the beauty on the inside&lt;br /&gt;that is always seen by our audience of One.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-3125393814691876494?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3125393814691876494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-that-matters-is-always-on-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3125393814691876494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/3125393814691876494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-that-matters-is-always-on-inside.html' title='The Beauty That Matters is Always on the Inside'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4388343683009656757</id><published>2009-04-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:48:46.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SenzomtuJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UUa1t9m_FZc/s1600-h/IMG_5436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SenzomtuJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UUa1t9m_FZc/s320/IMG_5436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055913254954658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Debbi made this yard art stone for me many years ago.  Doesn't it look lovely nestled in among those tiny green plants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left them there although I normally pull them all out.  That's because they are weeds in my garden bed!  My quote for today is one I love as a gardener:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a weed?  A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;-  Ralph Waldo Emerson, &lt;em&gt;Fortune of the Republic&lt;/em&gt;, 1878.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't just love this quote for the chance to rationalize leaving the weeds but it makes me think too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just have to wonder what is valuable to God that I over look as little and unnecessary?  What may I have cleared out of the Way that really has virtue not yet discovered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4388343683009656757?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4388343683009656757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4388343683009656757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4388343683009656757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/SenzomtuJqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UUa1t9m_FZc/s72-c/IMG_5436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-534947123340212090</id><published>2009-04-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:36:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know your habits, but I know mine: the ones I have and the ones that I am trying to form and reform.  One habit that I love is rising earlier than the rest of my family to enjoy the quiet in the house alone with my coffee and my Lord.  After daylight savings we sometimes walk through the garden looking at the new shoots of seedlings or the flowers in bud.  Hearing the birds waking up as the sun rises is so calming to my spirit.  The songs of the house finches who nest in our jasmine have such a lilting melody and I find myself imagining their conversation with their Creator as I eavesdrop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walk or stand staring at a bird or plant I allow my mind to flit like the birds; the needs of my family come to mind; my husband's need for work, our oldest's desire for a summer job keeping him away from home again, our youngest's sports plans.  I think of the uncertainty that surrounds so many people's lives in Sri Lanka, in Uganda and here in the States.  I allow my mind to rest in the knowledge that God is already in the unknown of my future and it is completely known to Him. I remind myself of the many times He has shown up in my present, proof enough of His promise to never leave me or forget me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving my mind and heart time to bring thoughts and fears to the surface also gives the Lord space to show up in my present with His comforting Word reminding me that He leads me beside still waters.  I am able to hand over the fear of the unknown to His capable hands as He walks with me and talks with me and tells me I am His own....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-534947123340212090?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/534947123340212090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/534947123340212090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/534947123340212090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-1405970050443106976</id><published>2009-04-16T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:31:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>"It is never too late to become what you might have been"  George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that I love to collect quotes; I find inspiration through the written word.  But inspiration comes in lots of forms: sights, sounds and memories can all play a part in inspiring us to change and grow.  The quote above comes from a Mary Engelbreit picture I have framed.  I look at it to remind myself that the new skills I want to learn are not beyond my reach; I look at it to see that the things I already know and love can be made use of in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an inspirational week for me: I spent time pondering my own question "what difference does the Resurrection make?" ( a lot!  more on that later); I had tea with a dear friend and her very inspiring mother; I am writing and writing and writing some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest inspiration came with the third reference in as many days to this wonderful, plain woman who had a dream to sing on a big stage.  Check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out  and let me know what you are now inspired to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-1405970050443106976?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1405970050443106976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1405970050443106976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/1405970050443106976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-4975230114368772273</id><published>2009-04-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:55:39.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legaljuice.com/pulling%20hair%20out%20woman%20pull-thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 418px;" src="http://www.legaljuice.com/pulling%20hair%20out%20woman%20pull-thumb.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My dear husband left the following quote near the coffee pot one morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caffeine is for people who think they are not hyper and irritable enough on their own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what was he trying to tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a laugh and hopefully a stressed - less day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-4975230114368772273?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/4975230114368772273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4975230114368772273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/4975230114368772273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-7527879734782631171</id><published>2009-04-13T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:24:47.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Difference Does it Make?</title><content type='html'>Most of you reading this celebrated Easter yesterday.  There are those I know too that didn't.  What difference does it make?  Really?  You may have gone to church yesterday, gotten together with family and/or friends to share a meal and even perhaps talked about the message you heard.  But what difference does that message make in your life today?  Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are home from school this week, you may have the week off yourself.  Activities fill your day but what difference does Jesus' sacrifice for you, for me, really make today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go through the day today, doing whatever it is you do, ponder that question, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know; I have some ideas for me, but I want to hear from you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-7527879734782631171?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7527879734782631171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-difference-does-it-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7527879734782631171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/7527879734782631171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-difference-does-it-make.html' title='What Difference Does it Make?'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-532652674253434362</id><published>2009-04-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:22:31.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAExMu_IjIw/SYogU622BoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gYrvQm0yceM/s400/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAExMu_IjIw/SYogU622BoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gYrvQm0yceM/s400/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is a striking image of a sunrise over Jerusalem.  The photographer captured beautiful lighting; do you see an image within the light? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a joyous celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus with your family today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-532652674253434362?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/532652674253434362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/532652674253434362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/532652674253434362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunrise.html' title='Easter Sunrise'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAExMu_IjIw/SYogU622BoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gYrvQm0yceM/s72-c/Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-250325347724612963</id><published>2009-04-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:32:14.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9wk9Pz7TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XKelfbjVbuE/s1600-h/Matt+on+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9wk9Pz7TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XKelfbjVbuE/s400/Matt+on+mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097064793697586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What can an image do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Bring serenity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9xIAay7BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8ZrtabGkOWI/s1600-h/Lady+Liberty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9xIAay7BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8ZrtabGkOWI/s400/Lady+Liberty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097666940496914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Inspire to greatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9xfDeizFI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgwxXkjbKcQ/s1600-h/tarantula.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9xfDeizFI/AAAAAAAAACE/UgwxXkjbKcQ/s320/tarantula.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323098062898515026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Cause fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does this image do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd-Qh4E_1ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/Dp5MUQhzhcc/s1600-h/WOODENCRoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd-Qh4E_1ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/Dp5MUQhzhcc/s320/WOODENCRoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323132196238644626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9xyFvdDDI/AAAAAAAAACM/tSDwt5SzE48/s1600-h/Munich+Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-250325347724612963?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/250325347724612963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/images.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/250325347724612963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/250325347724612963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/images.html' title='Images'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/Sd9wk9Pz7TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XKelfbjVbuE/s72-c/Matt+on+mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-5381054680875258478</id><published>2009-04-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:44:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We do not think ourselves into a new way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We live ourselves into a new way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Without action and lifestyle decisions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Without concrete practices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Words are dangerous and largely illusory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Richard Rohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote worth pondering.  It seems to illustrate the cart before the horse concept that many of us have employed when trying to make change happen in our lives.  I don't know about you, but I have thought things through so many times that time to act on the "thing" has passed!  I can over analyze different ways of doing something before actually trying.  I can think myself out of taking any action at all.  The thought process becomes the end rather than the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohr challenges us to put thought to action and not leave the thought without commitment.  How many times have we shared the sentiment with Scarlett O'Hara, "I won't think about that today, I'll think about that tomorrow. for tomorrow is another day!"  Or "I'll get around to it one of these days"?  No change takes place with postponed action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not being true to ourselves if we say we are going to make a change in our behavior and don't act on it.  I think Richard Rohr is challenging each of us to change our behavior to line up with our thoughts and beliefs.  That is no small challenge either!  Just when I have taken action in one area of my life, a new area in need of change calls out for attention!  Two steps forward, three steps back!  This can be so overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle the disconnect between desire to change and lack of action?  What do you do to move toward being authentic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-5381054680875258478?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/5381054680875258478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5381054680875258478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/5381054680875258478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-ways.html' title='New Ways'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-6017483693690671123</id><published>2009-04-07T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:00:12.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotations and the Power of Words</title><content type='html'>I have been a wordsmith longer than I've known what a wordsmith was.  I love writing, reading, listening to speeches, talking, collecting quotes of famous and anonymous authors.  I love the sound of words, the rhythm of language, the way dialects use inflections differently by regions.  Unfortunately after all these years, I am still monolingual.  I did study French for five consecutive years in high school and college; learned to read French literature and poetry in french and I even began dreaming in French which linguists say indicates the shift to bilingualism.  But alas, that knowledge/skill has been stored in brain cells I do not access.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned collecting quotes.  For some thirty-seven years I have jotted lines from songs, poems, portions of dialog from classic literature, scriptures and speeches into assorted blank books.  I have memorized and integrated many of the quotes into the fiber of my being; they have influenced how I think about and view reality.  Most quotes I collect are there to inspire me to change.  Change?  Why change?  What's wrong with how things are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a very young age I began to see that the world around me was not staying the same.  Houses changed, schools changed, number of family members changed with birth and death, even friends changed.  I struggled (still struggle) with the concept; tried lots of ways to control change but to no avail.  So I learned to embrace change.  "Change is good!" I remind myself when another change is brought my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new blog is about dealing with change.  It happens to all of us in a variety of ways; some big, some small.  I would love to hear how you cope, what skills you have learned in the face of change.  I hope to inspire us with quotes; words to ponder and perhaps live by.   The power of words is immense.  Words can heal or hurt.  They express love, inspire to greatness, and comfort in times of loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What change has come your way of late?  How have you dealt with it?  What words do you have to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Along the Way,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-6017483693690671123?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6017483693690671123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotations-and-power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6017483693690671123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/6017483693690671123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotations-and-power-of-words.html' title='Quotations and the Power of Words'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819102419049377098.post-8752713523829025043</id><published>2009-04-07T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:09:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with Kathy, my life coach,  about what my definition of success is.  Success is an interesting word; I really think it is relative to your cultural frame of reference.   Most of you reading this  have grown up in the culture of the USA.  Because of our frame of reference I can make the statement that we have an agreed upon or at least assumed definition of what a success is in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Without a doubt the definition of success we are aiming for in the USA looks at the external circumstances of a person; wealth, prestige, possessions, accomplishments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever thought what you aim for?  This topic of discussion came up because all the adults in our household are currently unemployed.  Yes, the international economic down turn hit home here in January.  Things are getting tougher, but in the midst of this change, I have been looking into topics that define the essentials, and not having an easy way to fix our circumstances have caused me to look in, look out and look up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have an anonymous quote that defines success in a way that I agree with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To       laugh often and much; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To win the respect of intelligent       people and the affection of children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To earn the appreciation of honest       critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To appreciate beauty, to find the       best in others;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To leave the world a bit better,       whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;To know even one life has breathed       easier because you have lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#804000;"&gt;This is to have succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How does this line up with your definition of success?  Are you there or can you still move forward toward this goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you know the author of this quote, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819102419049377098-8752713523829025043?l=lisa-lewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8752713523829025043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8752713523829025043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819102419049377098/posts/default/8752713523829025043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisa-lewis.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition-of-success.html' title='The Definition of Success'/><author><name>Lisa Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16822350830817782129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R6dhMgecy68/TICK-RUAARI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/adR43GwEm6c/S220/profile+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
