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		<title>High-priced lesson</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 02:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some lessons take so long to learn. I should know. As a parent, I often feel as if I’ve said things hundreds of times, and [...]]]></description>
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<p>Some lessons take so long to learn.</p>
<p>I should know.</p>
<p>As a parent, I often feel as if I’ve said things hundreds of times, and I’m still getting the same results.</p>
<p>Apparently, as a child of God, I’m just as disobedient. Or perhaps hard-headed.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>All this coming because of simple events.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I had just dropped the boys off at school.  They had missed the bus.</p>
<p>After the drop off, I got some coffee.   I headed home for a shower because I had errands to run before meeting a friend.</p>
<p>At home I was greeted by the beep of the answering machine.  Willik had left me a message, sheepishly telling me that he’d forgotten his lunchbox in the car. Going back to school was definitely not in the plans. I was not happy.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>That lasted only for a second, as I heard the Holy Spirit say &#8212; “but you <strong>GET TO</strong> take the lunch box to Willik.  Annette doesn’t <strong>get to</strong> do anything for Ellen.”</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Annette is an “oak of righteousness”.  When Isaiah mentions these “oaks” in Isaiah 61:3, Dan and Annette are who Isaiah was talking about.</p>
<p>A week ago tuesday,  they lost their daughter after a series of tragic events.  Although they’ve been in deep grief, they’ve been able to stand firm and show thousands of people that they serve a mighty God who sustains them in the worst case scenario.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I was flooded by guilt and thankfulness as I stepped out of the house and drove back to the elementary school.</p>
<p>The next 20 minutes consisted of much crying as I drove.</p>
<blockquote><p>CRYING… in thankfulness</p>
<p>CRYING… with guilt</p>
<p>CRYING… for forgiveness</p>
<p>… for grieving friends</p>
<p>… in gratitude</p>
<p>… in petition</p>
<p>… in praise</p></blockquote>
<p>It was possibly one of the most profound and poignant lessons I’ve had with God in a long while.  I know that I will not soon forget it.</p>
<p>The sorrow is still plaguing me, to the point of feeling ill at times.  I cannot imagine the grief that these friends are feeling.</p>
<p>Perhaps the scariest thought that the Spirit brought to mind, is that here I was learning a very important lesson about gratitude, but it meant that someone else was in terrible pain.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Why was I not in pain?  Why did my lesson have to come at someone else’s expense?</strong></p>
<p>It seems an awful terrible price, and I certainly don’t pretend to understand the ways in which God works, but I know that He is amazing. He made me and he knows me better than anyone ever could.  I owe Him my life, and I owe Him my praise.</p>
<p>I hope that I will always be able to shine His light and love brightly and that I, too, can one day be called an “Oak of righteousness” by God.</p>
<p>Right now, I think I’m only a Pine…</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>a whirlwind day</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 03:51:58 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This morning, Phoenix and I had a  short morning at home &#8217;til it was time to pick up Patti, my mother-in-law, from the train station.</p>
<p>A few minutes at home for lunch, and then it was off to drop off Phoenix at Kindergarten.</p>
<p>Then I gave a try at exercising at Curves with my friend, Sue.  I liked it and I will go back with Sue regularly.  Just having someone to go with is a huge incentive.</p>
<p>After Curves, Sue had me over for coffee.  And what a nice house, too!</p>
<p>Then back to school to pick up both boys.</p>
<p>Then home to drop off Willik, and out again to take Phoenix to his first piano lesson at Lisa&#8217;s house(a new friend from church).</p>
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<p>Then back home to make dinner.</p>
<p>After dinner, I was out again to go to choir practice, but not before getting the boys showered and ready for bed.</p>
<p>Now I&#8217;m home and I can relax&#8230;.<br />
Thank God Patti was here!</p>
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