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A Change of Focus

First things first: We’re moving!! As many of you know, Rick has been hired by Sun Valley Church in Yakima, WA as the Director of Youth and Family Ministries. We are absolutely ecstatic about this opportunity and cannot wait to get up to our new home. We’re due to move on May 2nd, which means we have just over a month to get everything in order and officially become Washingtonians. So…I apologize for the long silence. We’ve been so focused on the candidating and packing/moving processes that I’ve been neglecting my little blog. The good news is, my apartment is full of boxes…which means I’m being proactive. 🙂

As I posted earlier this year, I have a list of books that I want to read before December 31st. My original intent in making this goal was to make sure I was upping my exposure to non-fiction and great classics. However, the course of my year has greatly changed in the past couple of weeks, and therefore so has my literary focus. That said, I am revamping my reading list for 2010!

Even before Rick was hired by SVC, I had found myself much less drawn to works of fiction. While I still want to extend my understanding of classic works, I have been feeling a great tug on my heart to focus more time in the Scriptures and on books that will enhance my relationship with Christ. I am keeping a couple fiction stories on my list, but I really want to spend the majority of my time immersing my mind in Him! So here we go…

Why Revival Tarries by Leonard Ravenhill

Holiness by J.C. Ryle

Wrestling Prayer by Eric and Leslie Ludy

Set-Apart Femininity by Eric and Leslie Ludy

Desiring God by John Piper

Don’t Waste Your Life by John Piper

Intoxicated With Babylon by Steve Gallagher

Standing Firm Through the Great Apostasy by Steve Gallagher

Hudson Taylor’s Spiritual Secret by Dr. & Mrs. Howard Taylor

George Mueller of Bristol by Arthur Pierson

Rees Howells: Intercessor by Norman Grubb

Bleak House by Charles Dickens

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

As Sure As the Dawn by Francine Rivers

Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers

I would also like to read The Complete Works of E.M. Bounds, In the Shadow of the Almighty by Elisabeth Elliot, and Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers. However these might need to wait until 2011. 🙂 For now, this is my updated list and I am very excited about it!

Piper’s Parallel

I want a cat.

This is not a new wish of mine. I’ve really been wanting a little kitten for the past two years now, but our circumstances haven’t yet allowed us to become feline parents. So for several months I’ve told Rick, “I really want a cat. I know we can’t have one, but I really want one.” I would love have a sweet little kitty that cuddles up next to me on the couch or near my pillow and purrs, contented to be coddled and stroked. So far, the closest I’ve come to being a cat-owner was doing some house-sitting for Rick’s aunt and uncle back in September. And truly, I found it hard to leave their adorable Lilly behind when they returned from vacation. Is it weird to miss a cat?

That is, until two weeks ago.

I returned home from grocery shopping one evening and as I grabbed a handful of bag handles, my eyes fell upon a little black fur patch at the foot of the stairs leading up to our apartment. I walked a bit closer and to my delight, a black and white cat was pacing diligently, eyes wide and staring as I approached. I smiled, said hello, and continued up the stairs.

He followed. (Now to be fair, I still really don’t know if this kitty is male or female, but for now we’ll just settle on the non-descript, third-person-singular “he.”)

I got to the top of the stairs and unlocked the door. He looked up at me and purred, rubbing his back all along my legs and the door post. “You want to come in?’

Nope. But he did want to follow me up and down the stairs until all the groceries were unloaded.

I really wanted him to come inside. He was barely a cat, still a little kitten-ish. He didn’t have a collar but he didn’t look starved, so I gave him a little bit of milk in a dish and closed the door. I thought that would be the end of my kitten adventure. Not so much.

The next night, Rick and I were eating dinner and we heard a scratching at the door. Sure enough, there was the cat. I put a little more milk in a dish inside this time, and scooted him into the apartment. Immediately, he lost all interest in my little offering and began to explore our home. He leapt up on our couch and rubbed his head all over our faces. He purred and kissed us…it was very sweet.

After about twenty minutes, he wanted to go back outside. So I let him out and said good-bye. I told Rick I’d christened him “Piper.” That way if he ends up being a she, we’re still good with the name.

Piper is very sweet. I love him. I love when he comes to visit, even though I normally only get to see him for about five minutes each time. He doesn’t come every day…just appears randomly on the stairs or by our door when he’s in the mood to be a bit domesticated. There will never be a day when I don’t give him some food or smile when he shows up on my doormat. Every minute he wants to be my kitty, I’ll take it and enjoy. But the thing is, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said, “I want a cat.”

And here is where Piper has taught me an important lesson. Though I love him, I know he’s not really mine. He’s a stray. He belongs to the world. And while I know that he would truly be happier in a safe apartment where I could love on him and give him more than just a little food, he’s not too interested in living that way. He likes his independence, his rag-tag life in the cold and rain. All I really want to do is shower him with love and cuddles, but I don’t get that opportunity when I only see him in five or ten minute intervals. Even when he’s very loving, it’s only when it’s convenient for him. Everything is on his terms.

How picture-perfect a parallel is this to my spiritual life for most of my years! So often, I have come to God on my own terms, contented with a little “milk” when He desires to give me meat. Happy to spend time in His presence so long as it doesn’t interfere with my independence and exploration of the outside. And yet how could I ever think that the cold and rainy world could compare with His glorious Presence, in which He desires and delights to shower His love upon me? For how can I enjoy and love my Master if I refuse to enter His dwelling place?

Will He ever turn me away? No. Just as Piper will always receive a smile from me, My Father in Heaven’s eyes will light up when I come to visit. But He asks and expects so much more! When we claim Him as Lord and Savior, we truly belong to him. We give up the world as we know it and enter into a covenant with Him. We cannot claim to belong to our Lord and still behave as if we barely know him.

God has laid upon my heart the words of Psalm 91:1-2 – “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.” While these words are profound on so many levels, I want to focus on just one subject here: “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” We are not meant to be visitors in God’s presence. If we claim Him as high and holy Lord of all, we are meant to dwell with Him. To abide in Him. We cannot expect to rest in His shadow if we do not dwell in His presence.

A silly parallel, sure. But truly, my heart does ache a bit whenever I see Piper. I’m glad he’s come to visit, but I know it’s not to last. I feed him when he’s interested and pet him when he lets me, and all too soon he’ll meow at my door, ready to go outside. How much more must my Father’s heart ache when I go to church, read my Bible, pray over meals – when these things are convenient – and then ignore Him! Too tired to pray, too exhausted to sing His praises. He longs to give me so much, to lavish His love upon me…and yet in order to truly belong to Him I must dwell with Him, becoming truly HIS.

I’m so thankful that He is taking me on this journey, teaching me things little by little. These past few months of more intentional time with Him have availed much, and He is showing me what dwelling with Him truly looks like…and yet I want more. I am not perfect, nor have I arrived at being a truly “domesticated” follower of Christ. But oh! How my heart longs to be with Him, that I might dwell in the shelter of the Most High!

The Goals of a Bookworm

I am a crazy lover of books…a true and honest bookworm! And so in setting goals for myself in 2010, creating a reading list seemed like a good idea. This year I am trying to focus on two things: Balancing my love of fiction with non-fiction and increasing my knowledge of the classics. When left to my own impetuous reading style, I tend to stick completely to inspirational and popular fiction, leaving non-fiction and more difficult reads on the shelf. However I do love the classics once I get into them, and I want to be a better reader of true experiences. I’m hoping my new booklist will keep me on track! A friend of mine has said that, “Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body,” and I plan on “working out” quite a bit these coming months.

And so, here is my 2010 booklist! Wish me luck! 🙂

Wrestling Prayer by Eric and Leslie Ludy

Set-Apart Femininity by Leslie Ludy

Don’t Waste Your Life by John Piper

Desiring God by John Piper

Hudson Taylor’s Spiritual Secret by Dr. & Mrs. Howard Taylor

The Complete Works of E.M. Bounds

George Mueller of Bristol by Arthur Pierson

Bleak House by Charles Dickens

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

As Sure As the Dawn by Francine Rivers

Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers

The Eleventh Hour by Michael Phillips

Make A Joyful Noise!

I spend most Sunday evenings at my church co-teaching the kindergarten and first-graders whose parents are either at our 5:00 service or in care groups. My wonderful, tireless hubby almost always works the dinner hour out at his job on Sundays, and after months of being alone on my last weekend night I decided that being productive and useful was probably a better use of my time. 🙂 My friend Elaina and I switch off teaching the lessons and providing crafts for the 5-10 rambunctious and adorable kids who fill our little classroom each week. And tonight I was reminded of the beauty and simplicity of childlike wonder and the fullness of joy.

Since this was the last Sunday before Christmas, all readers can guess fairly quickly what our story time was like. The 7 children all but quoted the history of the holiday to us and were very pleased with how well they knew their Bibles. After the lesson (which Elaina taught beautifully), we practiced our memory verse of Psalm 92:1: “It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High.” We talked about how the lifting up of our voices is a special and meaningful way to worship the God of the universe. And then we put our lesson into action!

Each of the kids ran to grab a musical instrument from our box of assorted noise-makers: Tambourines, triangles, maracas, clappers, cymbals and even a drum were quickly laid in front of our little class. Elaina brought out some posters she’d made with Christmas carols written on them, and soon our room was filled with banging, clanging and shaking instruments.

Throughout our singing of, “Away In a Manger,” “Silent Night,” and “Joy to the World,” I couldn’t stop smiling at the precious little ones surrounding me. Lindsay rapped sharply on her drum, Abby watched my every move and tried to stay in rhythm (we both played maracas), Carter banged on some sort of item that I’m not actually sure was technically a musical instrument, but it made some sort of noise anyway. And all along their little voices lifted sweetly to the skies as they grinned and danced in circles in celebration of the coming of their King. It was one of the most precious moments I’ve ever witnessed. Their enthusiasm and joy poured purely from their lips in an array of off-key tunes and mixed-up words, and while none of us would have won any awards for technique or melody, I couldn’t help thinking that at that very moment, Christ was standing at the right hand of His Father, beaming with pleasure and saying, “Now THAT is a joyful noise!”

I am so blessed to a part of the lives of these amazing little ones. Thank you, Grace Point kids, for teaching me the true sound of pure and passionate JOY!!

I love Christmas. Well, that’s an understatement. I adore Christmas. If you’re a friend of mine, you know this endearing (albeit a little crazy) aspect of my personality. Christmas is not only my favorite time of year, but it influences aspects of my life that most people would never think about. For example…

1. My favorite color is red. Why? Because it’s the color of Christmas. That’s it.

2. My favorite movie is, “It’s A Wonderful Life.” On top of that, my favorite song (not just Christmas carol…favorite song) is, “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.” Simply because it’s at the end of “It’s A Wonderful Life” and fills me with that cozy, Christmasy feeling.

3. I own more CDs of Christmas carols than any other genre of music.

4. When I was 10, I cried when I smelled the needles of a pine tree because it reminded me of Christmas and it was only May. I had over half a year to wait until it was actually the holiday season.

5. And most condemning, I painted my living room green so that when I put my Christmas decorations out they wouldn’t clash with the room. Seriously.

All that to say, I take my Christmas season seriously! And so, though this has nothing to do with the concept of an Iron Butterfly, this post is dedicated to all of my favorite Christmas “things.” Here are just a few traditions I enjoy; some I look forward to each year, and others are less common. In either case, I encourage you to try them out yourself!

Decorating for Christmas. It is a tradition in our family to decorate for the Christmas season on the day after Thanksgiving. Loving Christmas as I do, I sometimes fudge this rule and decorate the weekend before if Thanksgiving happens to fall late in the month and jip me out of a week of celebrating (I refuse to shorten the season just because of a calendar). Rick and I normally pop on some of our favorite Christmas films (“The Polar Express,” “White Christmas,” and “The Santa Clause,” to name a few), and go to town. By the time we’re finished, our apartment looks like the North Pole. I think we have more decorations in our little 1000 square foot bungalow than most people do in full-size houses.

Reading, “A Christmas Carol.” If you’re a fan of Charles Dickens, you’ve probably picked up this novella. However reading it at Christmastime makes the tale just a little more special. I don’t read this story every year, but it is one of my favorite books and a great delight. If Dickens’ language is difficult for you, I suggest watching the 1984 film version starring George C. Scott. It is a fantastic adaptation of the book and after viewing it, should make reading the story much easier to follow.

Baking Day. I usually set aside one day in December close to Christmas to bake goodies for special people I won’t be seeing over the holidays. Often this includes my friends at work, our landlady and our maintenance man…all special people who bless my life! It’s a great way to say thank you and Merry Christmas without spending money on something they don’t want or need. Everyone likes cookies and sweets!

Going to a Christmas Concert. This is something I started just this year. Rick and I spent one evening with family and friends at Portland’s Festival of Lights in Portland. It was a lovely evening filled with both the sights and sounds of the season! My mom and I also spent an evening down in Salem at Willamette University’s “Christmas in Hudson Hall,” which was absolutely fantastic! Not only did we listen to some beautiful music, we also sang along with the choirs during several carols.

Watching, “It’s A Wonderful Life.” This is the best movie EVER. I grew up watching it every year with my family and can’t imagine a Christmas season without seeing the life of humble, giving George Bailey light up my screen. This film tells the story of a simpler life in a simpler time, and gently stirs the heart of the viewer with the beauty of the spirit of Christmas. No matter how many times I’ve seen it (and I’ve probably seen it over 30 times), the fantastic humility of its message leaves me a little bit tearful and starry-eyed.

Finding a way to bless others. This can be done in a variety of ways, but one of my favorite activities on Christmas Eve is getting up extremely early and participating in my hometown’s “Christmas Cheer.” From about 6:00AM to 10:00AM, volunteers from the community gather at the local middle school and box up Christmas dinners for those in our little town that have fallen on hard times. It’s a wonderful way of giving back, and also provides a great way to see friends from “back home” during the holidays.

Midnight Service. Each year Rick and I are with my family on Christmas Eve, we attend my favorite Church service of the year: worship by candlelight. After celebrating with extended family all evening, we pile in the car for the 11:00PM service. We sing Christmas carols and listen to a wonderful message, and end with the passing of the flame from candle to candle until the entire sanctuary glows. Once midnight comes, we complete the service with a triumphant rendition of, “Joy to the World,” or, “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.” The magic of the season fills the air with the knowledge that we celebrate the birth of our King.

There are many other personal traditions that Rick and I enjoy each year, but these are a few of the “big ones” we look forward to during Advent. I hope they have been a joy and encouragement to you during this amazing holiday season, and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!!

Called to be a Mighty Man

I’ve been reading Eric and Leslie Ludy’s newest book, Wrestling Prayer for the past few days, and I’ve found myself challenged and convicted on more than one occasion. I thought I’d share with you one of my favorite passages thus far and then share what journey my thoughts have taken as of late.

A little background: In this particular chapter, Eric is discussing some of the similarities between King David and Jesus Christ (often called the “Second David”). Most specifically, the reality that David was anointed king during the reign of another man, King Saul. Eric explains that while David was anointed as king on the hills of Bethlehem and it was settled in heaven, it wasn’t yet realized on this physical Earth (Saul was still on the throne that was rightfully David’s). There was a season of persecution that ensued until the realities of heaven became the realities of this Earth (p. 100). In other words, David was the true king… however the world did not recognize him as such. David spent over ten years running and hiding from Saul. There were 21 biblically recorded assassination attempts on his life during this time. He lived in caves; he was forced to receive food as a charity offering from those loyal to his ascension. He was hunted, and those who stood by him became the hunted right along with him (p. 101).

Eric then makes this beautiful parallel:

To identify with David was to prove a traitor to the government of Israel. To stand with David was to stand against Saul. You could not stand with both simultaneously. To acknowledge David as king was to also die to life as one once knew it.

To identify with Jesus is to prove a traitor to the governments of this world system. To stand with Jesus is to stand against Lucifer, sin, and the flesh. You cannot stand with darkness and light simultaneously. To acknowledge Jesus as King is to accept death and live as one of the hunted.

But here’s the secret: When you stand with David, when you stand with Jesus, you are privileged to partake of their spiritual swagger. You are not left helpless against lion, bear, giant, and the forces of ten thousands-rather you are equipped to become more than a conquerer. You are equipped to be a history maker, a world alterer, a giant slayer.

How?

Through fighting, gritty, wrestling prayer (p. 101).

Wow. Do I feel like a weak Christian or what?

Sometimes I focus so much on what I’m doing, how I’m presenting myself, which ways I’m serving and even how much of the Bible I’m reading that I miss the point completely: We are called to be a people of prayer. And not just the kind of prayer that asks for blessings over food, peaceful sleep, or even provision and healing; we are warriors for the cause of Christ. And the best, most effective way to fight His battles is on our knees.

My pastor briefly quoted the beginning of 2 Timothy 3 this Sunday, and the first few verses seemed to physically reach out, grab me, and say, “LISTEN!”

But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5having a form of godliness but denying its power… (vv. 1-5a).

Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5having a form of godliness but denying its power…. How many times have I listened to my own desires and neglected my God? How often have I settled down with a movie or book, ignoring the soft voice that whispers, “Come away with Me. Be with Me. Commune with Me and enjoy Me.” Where in the world do I get the idea that mindless entertainment will somehow be more fulfilling than spending time with the One who said, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest”? Our world is so focused on self-gratification that sometimes we don’t even know how to think of anyone besides ourselves. And how many times have I gone days without talking to Him, then fallen on my knees when I need help? Or prayed for selfish reasons and then wondered why things didn’t turn out the way I wanted? God is not to be treated as if He’s there to help us in the bad times, then ignored when everything is going our way. It’s as if to say, “Yes Lord, I want you to be Lord and Master when it’s convenient for me, but when everything is great, don’t get in the way. I want to have fun.”

How disrespecting and insulting to the God of the universe who shed His own blood to save us… not only from Hell, but from our selfish and sinfully-bent flesh!! So often we Christians forget that when we proclaim Jesus as Lord of our existence, we are effectively dead. It is no longer we who live, but Christ who lives in us. Yes, He died so that we can go to heaven, but that isn’t the end of the story. He died so that we could truly LIVE HERE ON EARTH and be His hands and feet to the world by the Spirit-enabled grace of God! He poured out His life on the cross for us. And what does He ask for in return? That we DIE to self. That we take up our cross. And follow HIM. Each day, every moment, we are to be the living, breathing example of CHRIST, willing to walk the path of suffering that He did so that the Father might be glorified.

I’ll close with some encouraging words from Eric Ludy:

Here’s the crux of wrestling prayer.

The Mighties are for such a time as this. Our rightful King has not yet taken His throne upon this physical Earth. Our rightful King, like David, has not yet been recognized on this Earth as the rightful ruler over all. His people persecuted, and there is a bounty upon all who would identify with Him. He is King, yes, but His Kingship is not yet recognized and His enemies have not yet been made to bend their knees and confess His mastery.

Such is the time of the Mighties. And such is the time for wrestling prayer.

If there was ever a time to rise up and join our King, it’s not when He has entered into the fullness of His glory and all knees are bowed unto His person. Rather, it’s now, in the season of persecution. This is when the true loyalties of the King’s followers are proven. This is the season of loyalty and love. It’s now-in the hardest, most pressing time….

Look at David’s company of heroes and you will see David himself. They bore the emblem of his nature, the same passionate cause in their lion-hearts, and the same spiritual power in their hands of war…. They sound kind of like David, don’t they? These men were made like their commander. They left everything for their rightful king, and their king imparted to them his swagger, his might, and his heroism.

Likewise, look at Jesus’ company of heroes and you will see Jesus Himself….

Christ may not yet be revealed as King of kings to the cynical eyes of this rebellious world, but may He claim the throne of our souls and may we allow Him a beachhead of kingdom control starting with our very bodies, minds, and hearts….

And like the Mighties of old, may be usher forth the great ruling reality of God unto this Earth with the hallowed words, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven!” (p. 100, 102-3)

This is the cry of my heart, and it is so much weaker than I’d like! But I pray that the words I’ve written will help encourage others (and myself!) to bask in the love and power of our beautiful Jesus. He deserves so much more than I could ever give, but I pray that He continues to strengthen both you and me day by day in this cross-laden journey to Calvary.

Why an Iron Butterfly?

My name is Jennifer… well, Jenn to most people. For some strange reason my name is always shortened by the people I meet without my permission. I like it. In fact, when people use my full name, it lands foreign upon my ears and I fight the urge to look around for someone else. So while I introduce myself to you as Jennifer, please think of me as Jenn: I’m happy, very bubbly, and am deeply head-over-heels in love with my husband. But even more importantly, I am being changed day by day into the likeness of my first love, my Prince: Jesus Christ.

The title of this blog is, “Striving to be an Iron Butterfly.” It is, admittedly, almost an oxymoron of sorts; the blending of something strong and unbending to a creature so delicate and beautiful it can be crushed by too strong a wind. It is the marriage of these two things that I strive to be, not in my own strength, but resting whole-heartedly in the grace of the One who knew me before I was formed.

Let me explain: The church today is going through something huge. Things are changing around every corner and while some of these alterations are good, others are dangerous. Some of the most basic doctrines in the Christian faith are being thrown out or repackaged in ways that strip them of their life-changing truth and power, and as a result Christ’s beloved bride is stumbling. I love the church. I do. But anything that causes followers of our Savior to shy away from the truth spoken by the God of the universe must be reckoned with. We cannot gloss over the parts of Scripture that make us uncomfortable, or twist passages to say what we desire in and of ourselves. We must wrestle with the timeless truths conveyed in the Bible and ultimately submit all of our faculties unto Him. This is not to say we shouldn’t use our minds to grapple with God’s Word… quite the opposite! However when human reason and God’s infallible revelation come head-to-head, we are to humbly and rightly acknowledge that His ways are perfect. Contrary to our self-centric culture, it’s not all about us. It’s all about Him.

This is the “iron” part of my title. This passionate zeal for the truth of the cross and the word of God to be held in absolute honor and glory. My prayer is to have the steel of Luther infused within my blood so that in the face of insurmountable odds, I will not hesitate to proclaim, “Here I stand.” Upon the Rock, upon my Christ, my life is His and His alone. Honestly, I am not there yet. Not even close, hence my “striving.” But it is my deepest desire, my heart’s song to stand and be counted as Christ’s warrior. As John Calvin so aptly wrote, “A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God’s truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.”

I am also a very sensitive girl. My heart rejoices with gladness when I hear of someone’s triumph over sin, and it breaks with pain when I listen to the disenchanted testimonies of friends in troubled marriages. Sometimes this part of me can feel so frail, so deeply pained that I feel as though it would be better if I didn’t feel at all. And yet, it’s imperative that I share the heart of my God; the One who weeps for the lost and the broken, the embittered and the abandoned. We must feel for them so that we might stand and be a voice for those who cannot stand on their own.

This is the “butterfly:” The beautiful, delicate touch of Christ’s heart to the world. He is my Prince and I want to be His princess, falling more and more in love with Him each day of my life until I can no longer distinguish my heart from His. We are called to be the hands and feet of God, serving those around us with gentleness and unconditional love. My prayer is that the things that cause my Jesus to weep, make me weep. The things that make Him smile, make me smile. I want Him to make me a lily among thorns, that His radiance and beauty consume everything I am so that it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.

Without the delicate shape of a butterfly, iron is hard and cold. Without the strength of iron, a butterfly is tossed mercilessly by every western wind. This is why they must be fused together, strength and beauty, unyielding and gentle.

Truth and love.

I have a very long way to go, as anyone who knows me well can attest. I can be too “iron-like” when I should be gentle, and too “butterfly-like” when I should stand firm. Being formed into the likeness of Christ will be a lifelong process, but I strive to pick up my cross each day and follow Him. Day by day, this is my first priority: To die to my self so that He may be glorified more fully.

“Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.”

Master and Lord, may it be so!!