Order, the Foundation

Evening Tidbit

Begin to think of order not as a strait-jacket of “should” (make the bed, wash the dishes, take out the garbage) but as a shape–the foundation–for the beautiful life you are creating. Sarah Ban Breathnach

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Hope defined…

Hope is not a granted wish or a favor performed; it is far greater than that. It is a zany, unpredictable dependence on a God who loves to surprise us out of our socks.

I am thankful for HOPE.

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Speak up or Shut up

December 18

Evening Tidbit’s are back

You have to speak up to be heard – but
you have to shut up to be appreciated.

Proverbs 17:28
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.

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The Road to Joy

Joy is the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires. See evoked, the prospect, a road, a journey, a walk; not all flat and smooth, not at sunny and fresh. I want to persevere until I get there. I don’t want to be side=tracked because the way isn’t as I imagined. What ever it is that you desire keeping walking until you get there.

The Road to Joy
© 2009
Julie Jordan Scott

I had a simple writing and art journal prompt yesterday
from the Bliss Journaling Yahoogroup I belong to –
– “Joy” – which always seems to lead me into
singing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy.”

I pulled out my watercolor moleskine and attempted
to mix a purple from two different hues and instead, got
a sort of brown, not so pretty color which I meant
to paint into a Road of Sorts.

The phrase “Ode to Joy” was replaced by “Road to Joy”
and off my mind, heart, and paintbrush went, skipping,
hopping and occasionally stumbling or needing to rest,
to catch my breath.

Here is a photo of my journal pages:

The Road to Joy is dappled with mud, not daisies as a
lesser soul might suspect.

The Road to Joy is dirty, with twists and turns and rocks
and craters and lies and disapproval

The Road to Joy is fed by forgiveness and light, packages
tied up in hope and trust and movement

The Road is big and tall and complete, even and especially
in moments of active, intentional stillness.

The Road to Joy is paved with stones of grace, of passion,
of loss and discovery and tears and brokenness that becomes
whole and breaks again.

The Road to Joy passes by your door and my door and his
and hers and theirs as well.

The Road to Joy is in conversation, it is in argument, it
is in laughter and winks and open hands and arms
and tapping toes.

………….

The Road to Joy Is?

The Road to Joy is….

The. Road. To. Joy. Is…

Bernstein said, “Beethoven was a creature of grace and
innocence and trust – hope and future and immortality. ”
Sort of like me. Sort of like you.

Your road to joy is…..

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John 15:8-11 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples. As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in his love. These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.

Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, …

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To listen is to entertain

Evening tidbit

The only way to entertain some people is to listen to them.

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Agreeable Advice

Evening tidbit

Advice is what a person asks for when he wants you to agree with him.

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Beauty = Joy

List three things you are thankful for in comments.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Keats

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Lazy Substitute

Evening Tidbit

Prejudice is a lazy’s man’s substitute for thinking.

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Pray Without Ceasing

To make “thankfuls” easier: add as a comment to this post.

How are we to fulfill our Lord’s injunction, “that men out always to pray, and not to faint”? By the heart’s prayer which consists in a constant habitual love of God, trusting Him, submitting in all things to His will; and by giving a never failing heed to His voice, as heard within the conscience. Jean Nicolas Grou

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Second Spring

October 3,  Evening Tidbit

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

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Consecrated and Profitable

What kind of vessel am I if I murmur and complain about what I am to do or hold?

But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver,
but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour.
If a man therefore, purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto
honour, sanctified, and meet for the master’s use, and prepared unto
every good work. II Timothy 2: 20-21

But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver,
but also (utensils) of wood and earthenware, and some for honorable
and noble (use) and some for menial and ignoble (use). So whoever
cleanses himself (from what is ignoble and unclean, who separates
himself from contact with contaminating and corrupting influences)
will (then himself) be a vessel set apart and useful for honorable and
noble purposes, consecrated and profitable to the Master, fit and
ready for any good work. II Timothy 2:20-21 Amplified Bible

My mug doesn’t complain about what I put in it:
coffee, cocoa, hot water & lemon …
Sometimes I use the mug as a prop for a dish or a pan,
it still doesn’t mind.
It waits for whatever use I choose for it.
Why is it so hard to accept and wait?
I know God has said ‘My ways are not your ways;
and my thoughts are not your thoughts’.
If I determine to follow the direction of the scripture:
to cleanse and separate myself
from the unclean and the contaminating influences;
perhaps then I, too, can wait …patiently….ready …
‘for any good work.’

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September 18, Evening Tidbit

Facts do not cease to exist simply because they are ignored.

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To Be Christ’s Vessel

What is a vessel? A utensil for holding something

I have many mugs. I choose which mug I want to use for my coffee, my tea or to cool bacon drippings. The mug doesn’t help decide or advise how it is used. The mug doesn’t call for special attention. The mug hangs on its hook until called for duty.

Whose vessel am I?

And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be desirous of vainglory, provoking one another, envying one another. Galatians 5:24-26

And those who belong to Christ Jesus (the Messiah) have crucified the flesh (the godless human nature) with its passions and appetites and desires. If we live by the (Holy) Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit. (If by the Holy Spirit we have our life in God, let us go forward walking in line, our conduct controlled by the Spirit.) Let us not become vainglorious and self-conceited, competitive and challenging and provoking and irritating to one another, envying and being jealous of one another. Galatians 5:24-26 Amplified Bible

I must remember:To be Christ’s vessel I must be willing to crucify self, so that the emphasis is on the contents, not the vessel.

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Pearls…

Some interesting info that I found online about pearls…and thoughts to go along with the message this morning….

The largest pearl in the world was originally called “Pearl of Allah”, now it is “Pearl of Lao-tze”. It was found at Phillipines, near the Palawan Island. Its diameter is 238 mm, and its weight is 6.4 kg! As it is a natural pearl, its weight is measured in carats, 1280 carats.

To compare: the size of a large akoya pearl is about 7.5 mm, its weight is about 3 carats.

The price of the Pearl of Lao-tze is about 40 million dollars.

http://jewelry.port-arthur.org/pearl_price.htm

 

Among jewelers and collectors of jewels, real pearls are very valuable. Put the pearl at which I speak of holds a much greater value than the most expensive pearl known to man. It is the pearl of great price, also known as salvation.

I love how practical the Bible is. God is so good to us humans, bringing his word to us in a manner in which we can understand. Jesus spoke in parables for this reason, so we all could understand the plan that God has for us.

In Matthew 13 Jesus likens salvation to a pearl of great price. It reads, “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.”

We can understand this. To be apart of the kingdom of heaven we have to acquire salvation. This is that pearl of great price, a treasure that we find, that is being offered to us, we just have to be willing to sell ALL that we have to obtain that most precious treasure. It is not enough for us to give up just a little, but it will cost us everything, all of our ideas, notions, hopes, wishes, attitudes, dreams, opinions, wants, loved ones, all we have or will have, all we are or ever will be. The cost of this pearl is very great. We have to be willing to sell our self, to give our self completely over to God’s control to receive salvation and be apart of the kingdom of heaven.

There are all kinds of pearls out there, so don’t be deceived into purchasing imitation or cultured pearls. How will you know the difference? I am not an expert on pearls; however after a quick search about pearls it was easy to tell one from the other on price alone. A imitation or cultured pearl necklace can run around $15 at a accessories store at the mall, where as a natural or real pearl necklace can cost more than a couple thousand dollars depending on the quality.

In a spiritual sense, imitation or cultured pearls will allow you to keep some self on board. It may tell you that you can be a Sinning Christian or that you don’t have to forgive every one, or a few lies are ok. Imitation means the result or product of imitating, artificial likeness, a copy, counterfeit. Imitation pearls are fake; they aren’t the real thing, they are just pretending. We need to be careful that we get the real thing. Imitation salvation will not be the key to entering into the Kingdom of heaven, only true salvation will work. Don’t settle or be satisfied with a $15 pearl necklace, sell everything you have and save up to get the thousand dollar one.

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September 11, Essay Hug, Love, Live

2Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

The simple question continues to echo through my mind hours later.

“What is it, Mommy?” my nine-year-old daughter, Katherine, asked. “What
is it that makes some people do something so awful! What is it?”

The day was dawning as she questioned me. We were standing in
our front yard, the sky turning from grey to blue as we prepared
to take her to school. She looked up at me, her deep blue eyes
round, her innocent face expectantly waiting for an answer. Her
expression said “Mommy will know the answer. My Mommy can
take care of anything.”

I paused, looking towards the sky. The same sky that had just
carried passenger planes turned weapons of destruction plowing
into American targets. Targets I had seen personally. Targets I
could remember being built as a child in New Jersey. Targets that
are visual icons of New York and Washington, DC.

“Fear. Hatred. Misunderstanding. And the desire to keep people in
fear, hatred and misunderstanding.” I looked at my daughter, who
at nine is wise beyond her years. She was slowly nodding. I
continued: “People know if you are afraid, you can not feel love.
If you can not feel love, you can not feel peace. These people do
not want us to feel peace or love. They want to control us. We
won’t let them do that, though, will we?”

In a very short conversation, Katherine had brought my resolve
firmly back to me. She reminded me of a very important lesson
that lives deep within me. In the moments after I heard of the
devastation that was occurring so close to where I had grown
up, I was frightened to the point of near hysteria. I paced,
frantically worried about my children, my friends, my safety, my
country, my world.

Katherine reminded me that I could not feel fear AND feel love
at the same time. As I listened to reports from survivors, I heard
gratitude in their words. I heard an unusual peace. I heard light
among the tragedy.

We can love as we grieve the senseless loss of so many lives. We
can love as we pray. We can love as we donate time, blood and
money to the Red Cross and other charitable organizations. We
can love as we talk to complete strangers as we sort out our own
feelings about the tragedy. We can love as we hug our children,
friends and neighbors. We can love as we take an extra moment
to simply feel grateful for each breath. For each moment. For each
person whose lives we touch positively. We can love as we put
one foot in front of the other. We can love as we choose to trust.
We can love as we serve our fellow world citizens.

Later this afternoon I was with Emma, my four year old daughter at
the park. She came to me and I gave her a big hug. She looked at
me and stated simply: “A plane flew into a building. Lots of people
died. Lets talk about it”.

So we did. Plainly and with the vocabulary of a preschooler we
talked about what had taken place in New York City. She went
back to playing.

She returned to me and said, “Mommy, give me a nice big hug so
the bad guys can’t get me.”

So I did. Hug. Love. Keep the bad guys away. And when the bad
guys come anyway remember to hug. To Love. To trust. To feel
peace deep within you.

Hug. Love. Live.
July 07, 2005 Julie Jordan Scott

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