<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163</id><updated>2009-06-27T20:54:10.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picturesfromheaven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromheaven.blogspot.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-750717638574226078</id><published>2009-06-27T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:54:10.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_6767-785238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_6767-784931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_7275-745956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_7275-745685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_7207-745625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_7207-745356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_6741-791339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_6741-791018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/100_5673-789794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/100_5673-789327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSC00570-790988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSC00570-790719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0108-789279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0108-788956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Our missions trip to the Philippines was beyond description. We helped trained new believers who live and work in the "smoky mountain" dump in Manila and others who live in the cemetery. Which just having a small taste of the ministry of the amazing woman, Jane Walker. We then flew to Davao, Mindanao for training of pastors, leaders, children's workers, multimedia of a wonderful church under the leadership of Pastor Herley. We met with old friends. Made new ones. We preached a "First Love" conference, Philippine style. Was able to witness the breath taking ministry of their youth "Harvest" event where over 900 received Christ. We worked morning, night and afternoon and enjoyed every moment of it. Finished the trip off with "island hopping" with a picnic that included a roasted pig, swam and even had a bit of scuba diving. But during it all, we were getting news from back from home. My was daughter going through a devastating season, our dog Jasper, only 6 years old became blind and diabetic almost overnight. There were many times this week, since we came home when we thought we were going to have to put him to sleep. Jasper, for those of you who love dogs, understands is part of the family. Its been such a struggle. My youngest son is going through very difficult leadership challenges and his wife's mother was diagnosed with Lupis. Those being the big things, but there were many, many smaller challenges that all combined to nearly overwhelm me, while we were gone and the week since we've been back. I've found myself shouting at God, angry, hurt and very discouraged. But in the midst of wonderful ministry, and through firey trials beyond any I have expereiced in recent years, the Lord spoke. I hope He speaks to you through this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw the Lord upon His throne. His eyes were like flames of fire and the words coming out of His mouth were like lightening bolts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:black;"&gt; In confusion and not a little fear, I inquired of the Lord, "When I have seen you seated upon your throne in the heavenly realm, you have always been majestic in your bearing, high and lifted up. There have been times when you have been the very personification of a loving Father, reaching out to embrace and comfort your children. Never before have you shown yourself to me as a terrible force, one that must be feared. I don't understand. I know that you are a righteous, holy and just God, and someday you will judge all who have ever walked upon this earth. But isn't this the day of your grace? This looks like judgment to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, "You are not seeing my judgment. You could not bear to see that. What you are seeing is my love for you. Just as a parent is fierce in the protection of their children, I aggressively protect my own. You are watching my words as they go forth in power, destroying the attacks of the enemy. All that has happened or ever will happen to you has passed through my hands. I allow them because I know that I can use them to develop and strengthen you. They are not accidents. I have not fallen asleep while the enemy has been at work. I know what you need to prepare you for the things that you have yet to experience. I'm your Creator as well as Father. I am fully aware of what you can stand. I will not allow you to be destroyed. I come against all of the plots and strategies of the enemy that have the ability to truly damage or destroy you. My love for you is fierce. I will not let you be damaged. Strengthened, yes. Matured, yes. Harmed, absolutely not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: Once when we were in the Smokey Mountains a ranger explained to us that we should not approach baby cubs. Yes, they are cute and adorable; and they look like they couldn't do much damage. But where there is a baby bear, there IS a momma bear. She might leave you alone if you are just walking in the woods, but if it looks like you are messing with her baby, look out! I've never actually seen that happen, but I've read enough accounts to know that it is true. Not only is it true in the animal kingdom, it is also true in the human realm. You can say something hurtful to me and I'll work through it. You say or act in a hurtful manner to my children, there is going to be some words. I am not going to sit idly by while you hurt my children. Believe me. Do you think that our Heavenly Father is less of a parent than the ones found in the animal kingdom? Do you think that he is less than the ones made in his image? He is a loving, caring and protective Father. Sometimes when we are in the midst of problems and heartaches we tend to forget. All that comes through the Father's hand can be used to develop and strengthen us if we will allow it. We need to ask Him, "How do you want me to respond to this? How can this help me to be a more loving and authentic person?" We also need to thank Him for the times we are totally unaware of His fierce protection. When we take time each day to thank Him for the things we have seen Him do on our behalf, we also need to thank Him for protecting us from things that we never had to see. Remember, God loves you unreservedly, passionately, and aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Father, thank you for your unfailing love. Thank you for getting me up this morning, even though it was not exactly when I wanted to do it. Thank you for giving me breath to breathe. Thank you for all of the blessings you have given me. List the things that God has done for you. Name each one specifically, large and small.__________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to also thank you for the things that I haven't seen. Thank you for fighting on my behalf. Thank you for the accident's that didn't happen, for the illnesses that did not ravish my body. Thank you for saving me from big mistakes through your guidance. Thank you for bringing key people into my life, and for keeping others away. Thank you for everything seen and not seen that you have done in my life. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28388163-750717638574226078?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/750717638574226078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=750717638574226078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/750717638574226078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/750717638574226078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/06/god-of-fire.html' title='God of Fire'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-1728225022920388107</id><published>2009-06-03T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:26:22.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's Dance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's been an interesting month.  But aren't they all?  I went to my mom's in the Detroit area to help her with household things, where I had an altercation with a bagel knife.  I lost.  A trip to the emergency room, to the doctors and twice to a specialist and my finger is finally on the mend.  Just still not up for a lot of typing.  My daughter went to Uganda.  I'm getting ready to lead a team to the Philippines. We had our annual leadership retreat.  Lots and lots of work for that one, but oooh sooo worth it.  I've preached at all three campuses.  Okay...I'll stop.  I know your list is as long as mine.  But these word pictures really spoke to my heart in all the busyness.  I pray it talks to your heart as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s Dance” – Three Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…while worshipping the Lord with my eyes closed I heard the Lord say, “Let’s Dance.”  He then showed me a series of pictures involving people dancing.  This first picture was of a young man on a crowded dance floor, who was obviously dancing alone.  There was a four-foot buffer zone around him because everyone was giving him wide berth to keep from being hit in his “enthusiastic” dance style.  His arms were flailing around with no particular rhythm or movement.  He was spinning, stomping, kicking and jumping around like he had “ants in his pants,” like my mother used to say.  Just watching him for a moment was exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “That is not what I had in mind.  I want you to take my hand that is extending to you and allow ME to lead.  I want to teach you the steps to the dance I choreographed just for you.  But I also want to you to get accustomed to following my lead.  I want you to partner with me in prayer and ministry.  I don’t want you going off on your own and expending all your energy in such an ineffective manner.  I never asked you to do it on your own.  I want you to take my hand and follow my lead in a dance that will cause you to be effective in my kingdom and in life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…the next picture was of elegantly clad couple dancing a waltz a candle lit ballroom.  There were other dancers but I could not take my eyes off this pair.  It wasn’t just the dashing tuxedo of the gentleman or shimmering gown and dazzling jewels of the lady that drew my attention.  It was the look on their faces.  There was such a look of rapture on their faces that I was almost embarrassed to watch.  It felt like I was intruding on a very private moment, not that they would have noticed for they only had eyes for each other.  Their love was radiating so strong and pure that it was almost a tangible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “There are those who are aching and hurting today.  Your pain is real, but my love will wipe the tears from your eyes and the dull pain throbbing in your chest.  Step into my arms and allow me to hold you close.  Allow me to embrace you and drive all thoughts of hopelessness from your mind.  I love you.  I ache with the love that I bear for you.  Don’t stay huddled alone in your pain.  Step into my arms and let me sweep you away to a place where I can show you my love without disruption.  There is too much hurt all around.  Step away with me.  Dance with me.  Let me love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…The last picture was of a couple swing dancing.  It was just as full of energy as the first guy, but their movements were perfectly timed.  Every movement was well executed from the woman jumping into the man’s arms to her slide on the floor between his legs.  My first thought was, “Wow, these guys are in good shape.”  I couldn’t imagine such sustained physical exertion.  Then I thought, “Dancing is definitely not for sissies.”  It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “They didn’t just get on the floor yesterday.  They have been practicing and practicing.  They have practiced so hard and for so long that they have begun anticipating each other’s moves and can improvise. There are those who have been following my lead in the dance of life for a while now.  They have been learning to follow my lead from a simple hand gesture to a complex move.  They have no thoughts about what they want or what they are going to do.  They know strictly to follow my lead.   It has been a long and difficult journey.  Learning the steps has been difficult.  But it is time now for their reward.  It is ‘SHOW TIME.’  Because of their faithfulness, because they have followed me every step, I am now going to release the miraculous into their lives.  Doors previously shut will be opened. Weariness will dissipate.  Prayers prayed for years will be answered.  They have danced with me consistently and I trust them.  Yes, I know that they trust me, but I also trust them.  I know that they will obey me in all ways.  Do you think that I was surprised by Abraham’s obedience in bringing his son to me for sacrifice?  No, I knew that it was time.  I knew that he would pass the test.  He faltered some along the way, but he learned his lessons.  So have you.  Look forward to the dawn of a new season of fruitfulness and prosperity as you continue to follow my lead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:  The Lord has said it all, and said it quite clearly.  There is nothing for me to explain or add.  I would just encourage you to meditate on the word that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray:&lt;/strong&gt;  “Oh sweet Lord, Lover of my soul.  My heart is so full I can barely speak let alone pray.  I love you so much, and I am beginning to understand your great love for me.  You love me when I’ve ‘blown it’ and you love me when I am hurting.  You love me when I’ve kept in step with you and you love me when I’ve missed my cue.  I’ve been rather disturbed today about a number of things, but your love has made all those things seem so unimportant now.  Thank you for being patient with me.  Thank you for comforting me.  Thank you for your promise of victory.  You are my heart.  You are my joy.  You are my victory.  I want to follow you so closely that I anticipate your direction and meet you there.  I want to be obedient in every little thing.  I want to please you above anything else in this world.  Help me to do that.  Help me to please you.  Help me to follow your every lead. In Jesus Name, Amen.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-1728225022920388107?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/1728225022920388107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=1728225022920388107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1728225022920388107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1728225022920388107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/06/lets-dance.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s Dance&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-825527327087521208</id><published>2009-05-05T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:31:01.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've come to believe that some people are facebook, blogger, twitter, e-mail kind of people and some are not. And I think maybe I'm not. I want to be. I recognize the tremendous value of networking, sharing and encouraging each other, even when it's not face to face. After all, I've written books haven't I? I see the value, I recognize the need. All I can say is that I'm sorry I've allowed the cares and concerns of family and church overwhelm me to the point I've totally forsaken my friends in "syber space". You can catch my articles on my Heart to Heart website, &lt;a href="http://www.h2hworldwide.com/"&gt;http://www.h2hworldwide.com/&lt;/a&gt;. or some sermons on our church website, &lt;a href="http://www.clctoday.org/"&gt;http://www.clctoday.org/&lt;/a&gt;. You can order the book I've written, "Out of the Septic Tank" from my website, &lt;a href="http://www.chrismcquay.com/"&gt;http://www.chrismcquay.com/&lt;/a&gt;. But I promise to do better on this blog, I promise. Really I do. I don't want to make excuses, but there has been a lot going on, some good, some stressful and some painful. There's even been some fun stuff, like preparing for my daughter's wedding. My daughter Jen is getting married to a minister in Uganda this fall, and will living in Uganda as a missionary. I'll share more about her ministry in future blogs, but today I'm thinking about wedding plans, and wedding dresses in particular. Your &lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/my-dress-731402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/my-dress-731352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Glorious Garment&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw God in all of his glory. I can’t describe how beautiful his garments were, because He shown with such brilliance I couldn’t make out the details. I wish I could have taken you there because I can’t describe it. But what I can tell you is that it looked like he was holding some kind of material in his arms. I was in such awe that it took a couple of moments to speak. When I found my voice the first thing I said was, “Lord what’s that?” (Indicating the material in his arms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “It’s your garment.” As he held it up by the shoulders away from His glory so that I could get a better look at it, I gasped in amazement. I couldn’t believe it; it was so beautiful. The material seemed to flow like it was water, and it shimmered and shined with every movement. I recognized God’s glory in the glow of the garment. There was exquisite embroidery work nearly on inch of the garment and in the embroidery were worked precious stones of every description. There was more delicate detail work sewn in it than on any material or gown I had ever seen. I cried, “Lord it’s just so beautiful. Beautiful doesn’t even describe it. It’s beautiful beyond description.” Then the Lord told me that it was not yet finished, but that He had wanted to show it to me. “When it is done, you will wear it at our wedding feast.” Then the Lord brought Isaiah 61:10 to my remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed with joy in the LORD my God! For he has dressed me with the clothing of salvation and draped me in a robe of righteousness. I am like a bridegroom in his wedding suit or a bride with her jewels. (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked in wonder, “Lord, you’re making this for me?” He surprised me when He said, “No, it’s a joint process. It is my righteousness but you are the one who is adding the detail work.” Then he reminded me of Isaiah 54:11-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O you afflicted one, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems, and lay your foundations with sapphires. I will make your pinnacles of rubies, your gates of crystal, and all your walls of precious stones. All your children shall be taught by the LORD, And great shall be the peace of your&lt;br /&gt;children. (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord continued to speak, “Every time you are afflicted; every time you experience hurt, disappointment, and/or frustration, your proper response to me is what allows me to put more stones and precious gems in your garment and in your crown. Every time you react to negative circumstances by turning them over to me, I add more gems. Every time you surrender your pain and distress over to me you are laying precious handiwork on that garment. So you see we are making this together. Someday you will stand by my side as my bride.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: The glory of the Lord will be so great in that we finally get to see him face to face, I just can’t describe it. John tried to describe it in Rev. 19:11-16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Out of his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. "He will rule them with an iron scepter." He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gown will be so white, so luminous. But what we might not have considered is that the gowns that he is preparing for his bride, no, the gowns we are preparing together, will be no less incandescent. They are going to be white as snow. The garment will not fade. And that day we will reflect his glory. When someone sees us, they will be seeing HIM. Our glorious Lord loves you. He has a garment that He is preparing with your help. Every time you respond to adversity with His words, mindset, and attitude, the more you are being made into His likeness and the more you reflect His glory. But I’m not just referencing the robes that we shall wear one day when we are able to sit with Him in the Heavenlies, but also here on earth. The more you respond to the ugly with the beautiful the more people will see Jesus shining through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Lord, I am so looking forward to that day when I get to spend forever with you in Heaven. But to be honest, I’m really looking forward to the “no tears” policy more than the beautiful garment that we are making. I guess that is why I sometimes forget how important my response is to things that are painful and difficult. It’s not just about me. It is about you. It is about all those who will cross my path. I do want them to see your light shining through me. I want it to be said that when they see me, that they can see you too. It was in Antioch that believers so reflected your glory that they started calling them Christians. I want to be called a Christian for more than my church affiliation. I want to be called a Christian because people see you in me. Help me to respond to everything that happens to me today the way that you would, so that your glory can shine through me. I love you and I want to make a difference for you in this world. But I need to remember that it is more about who we are, than what we do. Thank you for reminding me. I needed that. And, oh, yes, thank you for showing me the garment. It reminds me that there is more at stake here than the 70 years we walk on this earth. I can’t wait to try it on. I love you. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-825527327087521208?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/825527327087521208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=825527327087521208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/825527327087521208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/825527327087521208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/05/ive-come-to-believe-that-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-8697878022748258953</id><published>2009-03-15T06:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:10:58.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After recieving the news last night of the tragic death of a 21 month old little girl in our congregation, I cried out to God for the pain of her parents.  I prayed for their peace in a situation where there obviously can be no peace in the natural.  I didn't sleep much last night, but I prayed.  God reminded me of a word He once gave me.  I know that its not for her parents, it's not appropriate to their situation.  But I believe He brought this to my rememberance for some of you, who may be going through difficult circumstances right now.  I pray it will help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Winging It”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…a chicken protecting her chicks under her wing from the wind and rain.  There is one little chick ducking out from under the protection of her mother’s wing in an attempt to make it on her own.  The chick is being buffeted by rain, wind and hail, as the mother tries to nudge it back into safety underneath her wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “If you are in trouble or you are going through painful struggles, endeavor to stay under the protection of my wing.  You were not meant to face this storm alone.  Stay under my protection by being obedient to my every word spoken to you. If you choose to walk your own way and to make your own decisions in this storm you will find only discomfort and even pain.  But if you will stay I will protect you, I will nurture you, and I will help you to grow in safety.  You will become like a strong tower that offers protection and safety to others as well.   But stay under the shadow of my wing during this time of adversity and allow me to work in you what I need to work in you.  Be obedient to my every word.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:  Obedience is like an umbrella that protects us from much of the elements.  I have noticed that when the wind is really blowing hard, the rain manages to dampen my clothes some, but it is not like it would be without the umbrella. God wants to shelter you from the elements of life, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a thing.  It means that you will be safe. There are times when you and I think that we can make it on our own.  We think that this is just a little drizzle and a little drizzle won’t kill us.   But even the lightest drizzle can make you feel cold and miserable.  Why go through that?  Determine right now that you will be obedient to God through your struggles, careful to obey every word, every direction.  It is in obedience that you will find shelter and peace.  Don’t walk away from the obedience that offers you protection from the elements of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;:  “&lt;em&gt;Lord, I know that when the winds of life are blowing strong, I turn to you for help.  But I don’t think that I think about how much obedience has to do with your ability to protect me.  Yes, You are almighty God, the creator of the whole universe and that nothing is too hard for you.  It is not a matter of being too hard; it is a matter of free will.  When I choose to walk in disobedience to even Your smallest word, I am choosing to live outside of your protection.  I need to remember that.  Right now, I am throwing myself on your mercy and asking for your grace.  Protect me…comfort me…help me to grow into a Christian who can offer support and shelter to others, in Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-8697878022748258953?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/8697878022748258953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=8697878022748258953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/8697878022748258953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/8697878022748258953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/03/after-recieving-news-last-night-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-2693673808750961267</id><published>2009-02-09T15:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:10:52.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/9780982045848-705334.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/9780982045848-705331.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; After 15 years of writing through surgeries, planting churches, starting up ministries, pastoring, ministering in Brazil, Napal, England, Philippines, Indonesia, Uganda, Senegal, Kenya, Romania, Bulgaria, Croatia, Kazakhstan, India, Turkey and Mexico...and numerous prophesies...the book is finished.  THANK YOU JESUS!!!  I'm so thankful to the Lord for helping me finish what we started together such a long time ago.  The book was written to help Christians not just survive the difficult seasons of life, but to thrive.  This book was written with you in mind; to give you hope and to guide you on your journey of healing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When the Lord told me it was time to start writing “Out of the Septic Tank”, I resisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, I can’t write a book in my present condition.  I’m hurting.  I’m in pain.  The events of my life have reached crisis proportions.  I have difficulty writing in the best of times; I certainly wouldn’t be able to string two sensible words together at this point in my life.”&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried arguing with God?  Have you ever won?  I have tried on a number of occasions to debate an issue with the Lord, but I‘ve never even come close to winning.  This time was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;“Child, crisis is exactly what I want you to write about.  Write about the enemy’s attempts to destroy and my plans to restore.  Explain to my children that not only can they survive crisis, but they can grow through it as well.  Because you are there yourself, you will not be tempted to give empty platitudes and easy advice.  Write from your heart Chris, share all that I am teaching you through this time of pain and loss.  Now is the right time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well...I started but the demands of ministry kept my writing time to a minimum.  At least that's my story and I'm sticking with it.  No...maybe I need to be honest here.  I was comfortable being the woman who was writing a book, but really didn't want to do what needed to be done to get it out where people can receive help through it.  I was afraid.  Afraid of the unknown, afraid of rejection, afraid of failure...and any other fear you can think of.  So I dragged my feet.  But God put an end to the procrastination, and now the book is published and I have to do the very thing  I was afraid of, and that is promote the book.  I'm asking you to help me by praying for me and also participating in the following interview.  THANK YOU...and God bless you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Join Terry Whalin of Intermedia Publishing Group and IMPRBOOKS.COM as we interview Chris McQuay, Author of “Out of the Septic Tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To participate in this interview, please use the following link for submitting questions and for more information &lt;a title="blocked::http://tinyurl.com/McQuayInterview" href="http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://tinyurl.com/McQuayInterview" target="_blank"&gt;http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://tinyurl.com/McQuayInterview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPRBooks.com and Intermedia Publishing Group&lt;br /&gt;present “Out of the Septic Tank”&lt;br /&gt;How to thrive not just survive a crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.imprbooks.com/shop/pc/viewPrd.asp?idcategory=%26idproduct=1264" target="_blank"&gt;Click here to order&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris McQuay is the founder and president of Heart-to-Heart Ministries International, a ministry to help women know they are loved and valued by God. She has served as a pastor and missionary alongside her husband Jerry since 1972. In 1990 they founded the Christian Life Center, a multi-ethnic church in suburban Chicago which has grown to more than 2,500 members from over 30 different nations, with locations in Tinley Park and Shorewood, Illinois and South Bend, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A licensed Christian counselor, Chris is the author of two earlier books, Broken Vessels and Behold Thy Handmaid. She is the mother of three adult children, Chad, Jen and Brent, and two granddogs, Jasper and Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chris McQuay is no voice. As an articulate communicator of the gospel, a wife, mother and licensed counselor, she brings to her audience a multilayered approach to her ability to communicate truths. You will be enlightened, encouraged and excited to discover simple answers to complex life situations.”&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Joseph L. Garlington, Sr. Senior Pastor of Covenant Church of Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;Presiding Bishop&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation Ministries International: A Network of Churches and Ministries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Out of the Septic Tank offers a practical, down-to-earth, and sometimes even humorous approach to crisis. It's a must-read for anyone struggling with the stressful, difficult and painful events that life sometimes brings.”&lt;br /&gt;Mark Batterson&lt;br /&gt;Lead Pastor, National Community Church&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve never read a book quite like this. Be prepared to cry, to smile, and to take some notes! Out of the Septic Tank provides you with steps for healing, growth and new purpose for your life. It will not only help you get better. It will help you be better!”&lt;br /&gt;Alice Smith&lt;br /&gt;Best selling author and internationally-known speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.EddieAndAlice.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.EddieAndAlice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://mail.clctoday.org/exchweb/bin/redir.asp?URL=http://www.intermediapr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Intermedia Public Relations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To unsubscribe, send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:unsubscribe@intermediapr.com" target="_blank"&gt;unsubscribe@intermediapr.com&lt;/a&gt; with ‘Remove’ in the subject line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-2693673808750961267?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/2693673808750961267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=2693673808750961267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2693673808750961267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2693673808750961267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-952442941605269137</id><published>2009-01-07T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:45:41.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was coming home from spending the holiday's with my parents in Detroit.  The trip home was uneventful compared with the drive there through a blizzard.  It was raining, but traffic on I 94 was moving right along until I was in Indiana near I 65. It took over an hour to go less than three miles.  Needless to say, I was frustrated.  So close to home, yet so far away.  Three lanes were narrowing down to one, and the woman in the car in front of me was letting in every car and truck who wanted to cut in.  In fact, she pretty much just parked the car and waited for everyone to cut in front of her.  When I counted 64 vehicles mostly big trucks...I started to lose it.  I drove right up on her bumber and made motions with my hands which meant...well...you can imagine.  But she paid no attention.  Now I'd have liked to be like this woman, generous to every big rig on 94, but I was tired, and getting more frustrated by the moment.  I was about to lose it all together (I now understand a little bit about road rage) when I decided I had a choice.  Lose my salvation or keep it.  I decided my salvation was more important, so I put on praise and worship music and decided just to praise God.  In that moment God spoke to me and gave me a prophet word for our church that I wrote down so I wouldn't forget.  When you are parked on the expressway you can do that.  I want to share it with you.  Oh and by the way...the traffic backup?  It was caused by them filling in pot holes in the rain on a Saturday afternoon.  It was so good that I was in the presence of God by that time.  I hope you receive something from the word, or at least from my experience.  We always have a choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re stuck and can’t seem to move forward&lt;br /&gt;When you’re in the desert and your soul feels dryWhen you’re in need financially, emotionally, physically or spiritually&lt;br /&gt;When you’re confused and flooded with doubtsWhen you’re in the fire of trial and difficulty&lt;br /&gt;When you’re inundated with painWhen you’re in the battle and victory is yet to comePraise, rejoice, and declare…God’s promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the war, and this is how you fight.  Praise when you feel like crying, acting out, lashing out, or dropping out.  This is the year of battle.  This is the year of war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta learn to stand.  You gotta learn to fight.  You gotta learn to say no to your senses and YES to God’s word.  Because this is also the year of victory, like none you’ve ever seen.  You can’t have victory without first a battle, so fight in praise!  As Moses stood still and lifted the rod and God split the red sea, you need to stand still and lift your praise as God brings the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re in the good season, or favor and provision…the same applies…Praise, rejoice, and declare…join ranks with your brothers and sisters and fight for them, for this church, our nation and world in praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-952442941605269137?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/952442941605269137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=952442941605269137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/952442941605269137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/952442941605269137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2009/01/year-of-war.html' title='Year of War'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-1163808337083474471</id><published>2008-12-20T14:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:29:37.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/chad_jen_brent_08-721678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/chad_jen_brent_08-721673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/grandma_grandpa-08-771931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/grandma_grandpa-08-771922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/family_08-724152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/family_08-724142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me introduce them. In the family picture, the back row has our son Brent and his wife Sol, our son Chad and his wife Dorothy, middle row Jerry and I and down in the center is our daughter Jen. The picture of the loving couple is of my mom and dad. The picture of our three adult children, the joy of our lives, Brent, Jen and Chad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When almighty God left the splendors of His throne room of heaven to be born as a vulnerable little baby boy here on this earth…it changed EVERYTHING. His coming brought hope, joy and a revolutionary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows when Christ was actually born, but early Christians who wanted to celebrate his birth, picked a day mid-winter…the day we call Christmas. Christmas was set aside as a day to remember Christ’s humble beginnings and the purpose for His coming; our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened? How did a time set aside to celebrate the birth of our Savior turn into a season of stress, frustration, traffic jams, shopping lists and marathon shopping sprees? (Black Friday) For many, the peace and joy of Christ’s birth has been replaced by exhaustion and debt and an empty feeling of missed purpose. Is this what we really want out of Christmas? Is this really what Christmas should be about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't think so, do you? I think Christmas should be about taking time to BE with family and friends...not just rushing in and out of their lives. But truly being with them. Making memories, reflecting on old memories, sharing joys and sorrows and of course, remembering the reason we have set aside this time...CHRIST. It should be about giving to those who cannot give back. Not just our finances, but our time, talent patience, courtesy and smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sure, go ahead and deck the halls with boughs of holly. And if you are not big on the whole woodsy stuff, try twinkle lights, angels, bears or penquins. Penguins are a particular favorite of mine. Enjoy the cards you send and receive. Use those cards later for your family prayer lists. We did this when our children were small and then burned the cards in the fireplace. I don't know how much the kids liked praying, but they sure enjoyed the fire. Bake and cook up a storm. Enjoy whatever family traditions that have been passed down to you, and maybe start a few new ones. But don't let any of it turn into marathon, endurance contests. Enjoy the holidays with family and friends and make sure you don't forget the Birthday BOY/MAN/SAVIOR/KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+0;"&gt;A man playing multiple instruments: An accordian in his hands, cymbals attached to his legs at his knees, a harmonica attached to a harness hanging by his mouth and horns under his arms that squacks when he squeeses his elbows to his body. But don't miss the joyful countenance on his face. No concentration there, trying to keep all of this going...just pure joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the Lord say&lt;/strong&gt;, "Praise Me continually. It brings joy to My heart, especially when I know you are experiencing the vicissitudes of life. It's not because I'm an egomaniac. It's because worship opens my hand and worry closes it. I cannot respond to worry; I can only wait until you cease worrying and begin to praise. I know there is much that can perplex, distract and perhaps even overwhelm you in this season of life. But as long as you lift your voice and heart in praise it will not defeat nor will it destroy you. Praise sweet child. Praise! " &lt;/div&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/28388163-1163808337083474471?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/1163808337083474471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=1163808337083474471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1163808337083474471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1163808337083474471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-1544791951001441333</id><published>2008-12-06T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:45:59.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20024-750343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20024-750231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm back from India and thankful for the experience. It was my first time in India, but I don't think it will be my last. God moved in such a wonderful way. After the first day of the Pastor's conference Dr. Sally and I just looked at each other. After the morning's session which was combined with the men, the women followed us to an upper room where we attempted to minister to them more specifically and strategically. But we felt like we weren't&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20039-757126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20039-757120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting through. But God showed up in a POWERFUL way the second afternoon, and everything changed. By the end of the conference, the women seemed completely transformed by the love and power of God. Even my husband mentioned how transformed the women look when they came down from the upper room that last day. Their smiles could have lit an entire town. I am so thankful for what God did those few days. We arrived home just days before the terrorists attack in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;. Please keep India in your prayers. I truly believe that it is the gateway for God's work &lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20041-777419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/taj%20041-777406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;into the Middle East. Thank you for your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't receive a picture...but I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a word from the Lord that I would like to share with you before I sign off. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I have called you and led you by the hand. I have brought you through. You can look ahead and see rolling hills and pleasant land. Know my joy is for you and I am with you in the place of blessing. You are now in the place of reward for your faithfulness. You can look up and see it. I have prepared this for you, and I have stood beside you through times of endurance. I've smiled during those times knowing what they would do for your; knowing what they were storing up for you. I've urged you on when you would have given up, because I would not let you fail. I could not let you stop...I knew what lied ahead for you. Love me more than ever, because you know how deeply and unreservedly I love you. Recognize my hand in this. It is truly a divine moment, a divine appointment. You can accept it knowing I am in it...will be in it with you. Yes, and I'm going to bless and multiply it far beyond what you can see now, or even imagine for that matter. Don't fear. Your work is MY WORK and I will take care of every aspect. Don't worry about failing in this any more than worrying about failing in times of difficulty. I could tell you to worry in nothing, but I've already done that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, I want to encourage you to walk towards the season I've prepared for you. It won't be easy. But nothing in this life is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; it will be worth every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; you allow me to help you overcome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Recognize&lt;/span&gt; my hand in all of this and step forward to receive. I the Lord have spoken this comfort to you and I will do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28388163-1544791951001441333?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/1544791951001441333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=1544791951001441333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1544791951001441333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1544791951001441333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/12/back-from-india.html' title='Back from India'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-6479250034381551686</id><published>2008-11-05T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:20:37.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Precious"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been one of those seasons. I was hospitalize three times. My son broke his foot and can't drive, his wife doesn't have her driver's liscense yet. So right now they're dependent on his parents (actually me) and his sister to drive them around. But my daughter just received the results of her MRI, and the hernia is so large in one of the disks in her back the doctor wants to remove the disk. She's just 30 and this is very scary for her, and we don't know how much longer she can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chauffeur. &lt;/span&gt;My husband and I are leaving the first of next week for missions work in India and won't be here for either of our children. The doctors have discovered my dad has two aneurisms and needs surgery. A friend's son the same age as my daughter was found dead. Okay...I'll stop. It doesn't do either one of us any good to list the "stuff" going on right now. Lets just say, there's been some tears shed...tears of concern for my family and friends. But they weren't precious tears. I've probably shed buckets full of tears in my lifetime, tears of sorrow, concern, frustration, anger and self pity. I wonder many of the tears in those buckets were precious tears? If I were to be honest right now , I'd have to say, not many. What about you? Please consider with me the following word picture from the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…a glorious palace where everything is gold, not gold overlay, but pure gold. I cannot even begin to describe how beautiful it was. Sitting on an exquisite display table of gold and ivory there were crystal jars many were filled with all manner of precious stones. There were diamonds, rubies, jasper, sapphires, emeralds, opals, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tanzanite&lt;/span&gt;, topaz and more that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;’ identify. I asked God, “What is with all these beautiful diamonds and jewels?” He said, “Watch.” I saw an angel take an empty crystal jar and fly down to earth where there was a saint of God weeping for souls. The angel collected the tears that were being shed by the intercessor, put them in the crystal jar and then flew back to the throne room of God. When the angel placed the jar on the display table, the tears had already turned into precious stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “The tears and the prayers of my saints are very, very precious to me. Understand that all of the tears you have shed for my kingdom and my purpose have been stored in heaven. They are like money in the bank for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: Did it seem strange to you for God to say, “money in the bank?” Sometimes God uses words like “saints” that is not a part of our normal vocabulary, but understandable to us. But there are times when God uses words and phrases that are very normal for us and maybe even a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nonreligious&lt;/span&gt;. God does this when he wants to make his word clear to us. So what does “Money in the bank” mean to you? To me it means that that if you need to write a check there is money in the bank to cover it. And the prayers you have prayed and the tears you have shed for the kingdom of God have given you an account with God. I believe He is telling you, that whatever you ask in my Name, that I will do for you. You are rich beyond measure. You need just to ask. Write the check and I’ll cover it for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Father, I know that I shed a lot of tears, but not all of them are for souls or your purposes. Thank you for reminding me that tears that are shed on behalf of others in prayer are very precious to you. But I need you to remind me when all I seem to be doing is crying on my own behalf. I know that you do not mind one bit. You love me, and you want me to pour out my complaint to you. You would rather that I come crying to you, then sit in darkness keeping it all to myself. But those tears dry on my face with no more effect than just a release of some of my hurt. Although you don’t mind, they really don’t help me a whole lot. Give me a tender heart for souls, your loving compassion for people who have yet to learn of that love. Help me to pray with your concern for others. I want to weep for those that you weep for…and not just because I want money in the bank. I want to partner with you in the ministry of tearful intercession for lost, hurt and dying souls. I love you; help me to love others with the depth of compassion that brings tears. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-6479250034381551686?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/6479250034381551686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=6479250034381551686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/6479250034381551686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/6479250034381551686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/11/precious.html' title='&quot;Precious&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-7108693856254554634</id><published>2008-10-03T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:58:10.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stalk of Wheat"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have a few hours before I go and have my "bum" gal bladder removed...I'm not particularly worried, it's a simple out patient surgery.  However, I am thirsty, no drinking since midnight and the surgery isn't till after 4:00 p.m.  So I decided I would distract myself with one more blog before I go to the hospital.  This is a picture the Lord gave me some time ago, but considering the season I'm presently experiencing, one that has personal implications.  Every area of my life right now is experiencing struggle, change or an unusual twist brought in by the Lord.  If ever I've felt out of control of situations, its now.  But I am more than willing to acknowledge there are probably still areas I haven't fully surrendered to the Lord.  It's not that I'm a control freak.  In fact, I don't want to control others at all.  But I do like the feeling of being in control of myself...and perhaps it is myself that God wants on the altar today.  I don't know.  Once I'm done chatting with you, I'm going to have a little talk with the Lord.  But my question to you is simply this, "What are you holding back on God?"  Whatever it is, He wants it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw grain of wheat; actually it was a single stalk of wheat.  It was waving gently in the breeze all by itself.  Then one grain from the stalk fell off and into the ground.  The scene suddenly shifted and I saw a field of grain as far as the eye could see.  I couldn’t see the end of it, but I could tell that the field was white, ready to harvest.  I asked the Lord the importance of what I was seeing?  He said “A grain of wheat must die, must be buried in the ground so that there can be a harvest.  I am asking you to let go and let this die.  If you would give this area of your life into my hands and die to self, then I will be able to provide a great and a bountiful harvest from it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say to you, “I know that you have been keeping this one area to yourself.  You think, ‘It’s not a big deal; I can handle it.’  But I don’t want you to handle it.  I don’t want you to withhold anything from me.  Relinquish all into my hands.  Sacrifice.  Let it die.  There are so many lives I can affect if you do.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:  Maybe there is only one thing that is currently holding you back from becoming all that God wants you to be, the seed for a great and bountiful harvest.  It could be so small that you think it’s unimportant.  It’s so minor that you have basically ignored it, but God cannot and will not.  Although small, it is like a huge rock blocking your way.  Or it may small enough that you think you can handle it with a little self-control.  But self-control hasn’t worked thus far and it is not going to in the future.  You need to die to self.  You need to let go of this idea that you can handle it alone.  This is not going to be accomplished through your strength, wisdom or ability.  Whatever you are hanging on to today, give it over to God.  It might not even be a little thing.  Maybe it is something is so big, so dear to your heart that you can’t bear to part with it.  I want to ask you a question.  It is the same question that Jesus asked Peter,  “Do you truly love me more than these?" John 21:15(NIV) Don’t think that it is not a matter of love, for it is.  Do you love God enough to die to self and yield up even your most priceless possession or secret?  If you will surrender, totally, completely today, God’s promise is that He will make that sacrifice be the seed for a wonderful harvest, one that you will not be able to fully see or comprehend until the day you stand before His throne.  Whether it is large or small, don’t hold back on God.  Die to self.  Give all to Him today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;:  “&lt;em&gt;Lord, examine my heart.  ‘Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:  And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.’ Ps 139:23-24  (KJV) Not only search my heart for those wicked ways, but also search my heart to see if I’m holding back anything, great or small.  Tell me if there is anything that is keeping me back.  If there is anything, I want to give it to you right now.  But I know that this can’t be one of those general, ‘if I have done anything’ kind of prayers.  In order for me to truly release it I must know what it is and then deliberately give it to you in prayer.  So I am going to sit here a while in your presence, meditate on your Word and listen to your voice.  (PAUSE…wait on God.)  Thank you for speaking to me about this.  Thank you for showing me something that is holding me back from being all that I can be for your kingdom.  I give you _____________________________ right now in Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-7108693856254554634?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/7108693856254554634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=7108693856254554634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7108693856254554634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7108693856254554634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/10/stalk-of-wheat.html' title='&quot;Stalk of Wheat&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4467735625557995130</id><published>2008-09-27T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:40:39.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bonded to God"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/untitled-729904.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/untitled-729831.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How are you doing? It's been a while, hasn't it. I could list my excuses, things like kicking off the new term of H2H, starting small groups for children as a part of Heart to Heart, working out 5 days a week, preaching, parenting, learning my father needs heart surgery and a hospital visit of my own. The picture is of my children, who were getting a little bored with the whole hospital stay and started playing with the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But you and I both know they would be just that, excuses. So I'm just going to forget the excuses and request prayer. The little hospital stay revealed ulcers and a bum gal bladder. The ulcers are being treated with meds, and the gal bladder is being removed next week. I'm quite looking forward to the surgery...seriously. I've had problems for over 15 years with my stomach and to know that it's soon to be over with is nothing short of wonderful. I just ask you to pray for a speedy recovery...my husband and I are going to do pastor's training in India the first week of November, God willing. Also pray that God takes these church and family issues that have been secretly gnawing on my insides, and resolve them according to His will and His timing. I'm taking a break from being peacemaker, the all-wise-and-knowing advice giver, and the all things to all people kind of woman. One thing I know for sure about all of this is that God loves me, and He has me in the palm of His hand. We are being bonded together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bonded To God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw an old fashioned clamp with an exquisitely designed piece of wrought iron attached to two pieces of wood. There is a handle that if rotated to the right holds together whatever is placed between the pieces of wood. Someone was putting a great deal of pressure on that handle. I asked the Lord why He was putting so much pressure there. He explained, “I’m not just putting pressure on it for the fun of putting pressure on it. The purpose of the vise is to glue something together. The pressure is to solidify the bond. The pressure that has been put to bear on some of my children is not to destroy them. Neither is it some kind of attack of the enemy. I engineered this vise as instrument to bond their spirit to my Spirit, their ambition to mine, and their purposes with my own. I want us to be joined as one. Being bonded to me will make them strong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “The things that are putting pressure on you right now is not meant to destroy you. It was allowed to come into your life because I knew that I could use it to bind you to myself. Don’t resist. Acquiesce to the process that will make us one. Just say, ‘YES!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: It is amazing how quickly we assume that whatever is bringing pressure to bear in our lives is from the enemy. We rarely consider that God might be allowing the enemy this much access because He knows that it will all backfire on him. The thing that the enemy is bringing into your life to destroy you, or at the very least to distract you, is going to be the thing that you use to defeat his activity in your life and in others. So don’t just start whining and begging God to get you out of it. Stop and ask Him if there is anything that He wants to do to you or through you in this. If the answer is no, then tell the enemy no with authority and faith. If the answer is yes, then ask the Lord if there is any particular way that He would like you to respond. I guess the real point in all of this is for you not assume. Do not assume from whence the pressure comes. Do not assume what should be your reaction. Always ask. Always listen. Always obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Am I a whiner? Do I come to you to get me out of stuff rather than to get direction? If I do, I am sorry. Even more importantly, if I do, help me to change that obvious immature pattern of behavior. Nudge my heart when I start to complain. If a nudge doesn’t get my attention, I give you permission to beat me on the side of the head with a two-by-four. Just get my attention. Once I’m aware, I will shift gears and focus on getting answers, because I really do want to be one with you. I want for people to see you when they see me. That would be awesome. Mind you, I’m not saying that I want you to put pressure on me. I’m not that brave. I’m just saying; when you think it’s time for a little pressure, let me know. Don’t let me get away with whining for help, when I should be asking for direction. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&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/28388163-4467735625557995130?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4467735625557995130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4467735625557995130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4467735625557995130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4467735625557995130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/09/bonded-to-god.html' title='&quot;Bonded to God&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4499491066329932617</id><published>2008-08-18T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:49:56.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water drops &amp; flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a lot on my mind right now with family, church, writing and preparing H2H for the fall term kick off. This year we are adding a small group component for children which is turning out to be much more time and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/womenlaughing-copy-710929.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/womenlaughing-copy-710780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hought consuming than I anticipated. If you don't know what H2H is, you can visit our website at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.h2hworldwide.com/"&gt;http://www.h2hworldwide.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for more information. It's a really neat ministry for women that incorporates small groups, teaching, fellowship and a bit of pampering to help meet the needs of women in the fast paced world of the 21st Century. It's great. I love it. But it is ALOT of work for me, especially this time of the year. Of course there is the prayer training coming up the 30th of August, the revamping of the counseling ministry, and the never ending meetings that is a part of pastoring a church in multiple locations, the new preaching schedule and everything else that goes along with pastoring. I'm not complaining mind you. I love God. I love His will. I love His Kingdom. There's just a lot on my mind. So I'm just going to share a rough draft of a prophetic word that I gave in the 11:00 service last weekend. No editing, no spell check, no polishing up. Just a series of simple word pictures the Lord gave me. I pray that it is a blessing to you, as is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First picture was a picture of a drop frozen in mid decent, everything else was background and blurred. Then like the filming of marcial arts movies the "camera" did a 360 around the drop. Then I heard the Lord speadk...this is how my Will will be for you. Crystal Clear... a moment in time when everythingis understood. Like when a light is turned on in a darkened room. Don't make a major decision if you are confused or frustrated. Don't do something just because you think you have to do something. Wait on God for that perfect clarity. Until then...keep on walking...keep on doing what you know you should be doing. Do not get weary, do not get distracted, do not get frustrated. Pray, read the word, fast, encourage, minister work. Put one foot in front of the other until you KNOW what you should do otherwise. I particarlly sense there is someone about to make a financial decision that would be a mistake. Wait on God. Wait on God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the drop was released and it fell in a pool of water. It made beautiful ripples outward from the point of impact. I heard the Lord say, Do not think your life has no impact. You impact those around you who impact others who impact others. You think your words or actions won't affect much...you just do what you want to do without considering the consequences. Stop. Understand that whether you realize it or not you are impacting others and you are impacting a wide range of people. This is also true for those of you who do ministry...you think it's not much. But it has wide consequences. Do not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a river flowing along its banks. I heard the Lord say, some of you are frustrated by the "banks" in your life; the people I have placed there in authority to guide your direction. It may be a parent, boss, spiritual leader, even myself. Don't fight it. Respond to it. What is a river that overflows it's banks? Its a flood and it can do tremendous damage. Stay within your "God-given boundaries." It is for your protection and those around you. FLOW...walk...in line with those who are guiding you. You think the closed doors are the enemy. They are in fact my doors that I've closed so that you will continue flowing down stream until you get to the place of MY choose. Just keep walking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-4499491066329932617?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4499491066329932617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4499491066329932617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4499491066329932617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4499491066329932617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/08/water-drops-flow.html' title='Water drops &amp; flow'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4186406171955818889</id><published>2008-08-10T07:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:54:28.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-182-709676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-182-709482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you know, my husband and I had an extended vacation that began with the wedding of my oldest son in Hawaii and ended in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smokie&lt;/span&gt; Mountains in the cabin. I must say that the cabin experience was the most relaxing of the trip. It was just my husband and I, and, oh, of course, the two dogs. We have a large 110 pound chocolate lab named Jasper, and a 13 pound "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt;" who actually loves to eat hot dogs, named P&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-175-732732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-175-732532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edro. Our cabin was on a mountain ridge that afforded us the most spectacular view. Our days were filled with reading, writing, studying and walking with the dogs for hours in the mountains. There was also the TV and hot tub for entertainment. But all in all it was a relaxing trip until one night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband was watching a scary movie..."The Bone Collector" and I'm just not into anything that is remotely scary so I told Jerry to stay on the couch and I would take the dogs out for their last excursion of the evening before bed. When I opened the door of the cabin it was pitch blac&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/View-from-the-mountain-(2)-757309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/View-from-the-mountain-(2)-757240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k. It had rained that day and the cloud cover completely covered the moon and stars. With no lights from the city, moon or stars, or even lights from nearby cabins to light the way, I couldn't see to walk down the few steps to the road. I left the door open so that the light from inside the cabin could bleed out and help me see my footing. The dogs were on retractable leashes so I just let the leashes out and hoped they were doing what they needed to be doing. I really couldn't see them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then I hear noise down over to my right down the mountain that sounded like it could be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coyote&lt;/span&gt; howl. Either that or a baby or a party...sounds travel at night and I couldn't make out the sound. But even the possibility of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coyote&lt;/span&gt; scared me. Pedro once had an encounter with a pack of coyotes and was almost dinner. So I decided whether the boys were done or not we were going in. I turned to face the road to head toward the cabin and I though I saw a shadow, maybe 5 yards at the most ahead of me. It was about waste high...but I couldn't be sure...it was SO dark. Just then Jasper took off running towards the shadow barking and the shadow stood up. It was a bear. I was frantic. I knew I couldn't hold Jasper if he is really determined to go somewhere so I fell down on the road on top of the leash to hold him in place and screamed like crazy for my husband to help me. I mean screamed. I could have won a role on one of those scary movies I hate with that scream. It startled the bear, he got back down on all fours and went behind our cabin and down the mountain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, somehow, fear is a wonderful motivator, I was up off the ground and dragged the two dogs to the door by the time my husband arrived to help me. He looked at this wild eyed woman and said, "What, what is wrong?" Shaking and more terrified than I've ever been in my life, I mumbled, "Bear, bear outside." I couldn't make a sentence...have you ever been there. Well, two nights before we had seen the movie the Great Outdoors with John Candy and my husband remembered the famous funny line, "Bear, big bear chase me." So he smiled and repeated the words. I yelled back, "NO...no funny...bear outside." I still couldn't speak in sentences. So my loving husband took me in his arms to comfort me, but all he could do was laugh between repeating the John Candy lines. After a bit I saw the humor...after all I must have looked a site.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thing that I'm thankful for, yes, that Jasper, Pedro and I weren't dinner that night. But actually that I heard the sound down the other side of the mountain that scared me so I turned around in time to see the bear walking towards me. That sound was God's alarm for me. He orchestrates events for our eventual good. He positions us...I hope you benefit from the word He gave me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Checkmate”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…a huge, and I mean huge chessboard. The chessboard is so large that people are being used as chess pieces. Large hands move the “people” around the board just as they are in a real chess game. One of the chess pieces, excuse me “chess people” that has been moved several times, looks up to something that cannot be seen to complain, “I am so sick and tired of being moved around. I just get comfortable and it seems like I’m being moved again. It’s just not fun anymore. It feels like I’m being moved, moved and moved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “You aren’t just being moved and moved, you are being positioned for victory. Checkmate, it’s time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: At a moment of inspiration and anointing you have probably told the Lord, “Take me…use me…have your will in my life” and you meant it. I know that every time I’ve responded to a message about giving my life totally to the Lord, I’ve meant it. Every time I’ve sung a song about surrendering all, I’ve meant it. Every time God’s word has inspired me to say, “Use me,” I’ve meant it. I think we all genuinely want to be used by God to accomplish his purposes. But when it doesn’t looks like he is not going to take us up on our offer, we get discouraged. When things finally start to happen but it’s not in the manner that we envisioned, we get confused. When it feels like we are a pawn in some kind of giant chess game, being shuffled around seeming for no purpose, we get frustrated. It would help if you remember that when you give your life unreservedly to God and things seem to be slipping from your control, they are; they are being put into God’s control. You are too close to the board. You can’t see the big picture. You don’t understand God’s moves. But you can trust that He knows exactly what he is doing. He is the Universal Grandmaster. Whether you recognize the moves or not, God is positioning you for victory. Nothing is random or coincidental with God. If you have given your life completely to the Lord, then trust him to know where you need to be and when, in order for His perfect will to be accomplished in your life. Relax; enjoy the journey, God IS in control. He IS positioning you for victory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Lord, it’s me again. I love you and I want you to know not that I’m not necessarily a control freak. I don’t enjoy telling other people what to do with their lives. I don’t like that kind of responsibility. But it is uncomfortable when it seems like I have no control of the circumstances in my own life. I like to feel like I have some kind of say or more importantly, that I can do something, anything, to change the stuff that is going on in my life. So this is a hard one for me. What I am about to say, is that this is kind of a big deal for me. But, of course you know that. So, here it is…I surrender my life one more time, knowing full well, that I might not like the process, but I am also aware of the fact that you know what is best for me. You know that the best route for me to get from point “A” to point “B” and that it might not be a straight line. I like things neat and orderly. You know that because you put that attribute in me. You know my frame; you know how I am made. You know me inside and out. You have all knowledge, past, present and future. You know what I need to prepare me for what is up ahead on the road that I cannot see. You know where I need to be, and you know what I need to be. So I take my hands off of me. I am giving you full permission to move me at your slightest whim. I trust you with my soul. I trust you with my life. In Jesus Name, Amen.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-4186406171955818889?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4186406171955818889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4186406171955818889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4186406171955818889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4186406171955818889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/08/bear-story.html' title='Bear Story'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-2570334105515536242</id><published>2008-07-25T09:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:04:10.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop the Clock"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-057-761874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="140" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-057-761733.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-066-790298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-066-790278.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-054-770686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="140" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-054-770537.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, it has been ages since I wrote on this blog. I promise to do better. I was out of town for a 4 week sabbatical which included my eldest son's wedding in Hawaii, spending time helping my parents in Michigan and spending a week with my husband and the dogs in the Smokey Mountains. That last week in the mountains was amazing. We spent hours walking in the mountains, talking, sharing, praying, reading and writing. It was wonderful. I'll probably share some of the lessons I learned in the mount&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-155-768695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="106" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-155-768671.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ains in the weeks ahead. The first two pictures are of my son and new daughter. The third is of the women in my family: my mother, myself, my daughter Jen and my daughter in law Sol. The last picture is of my husband and the two dogs driving in the mountains. But for today, I just want to share some pictures of my time away, and this word picture from the Lord. I believe it will help you as much as it &lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Vacation2008-149-793789.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helped me. Much love...chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw a picture of a clock that was ticking away and then suddenly stopped. I asked the Lord, “What’ does this broken clock mean? We have a problem with time don’t we? We just don’t have enough of it. We never have an adequate amount to get everything done that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “No. I have given to every man the same measure of time. It is sufficient to do everything I have planned for you to do. The amount of time is not the problem. The problem is the way that you think about time. It’s your mindset. You are only looking at things that are present, in the here and now. You are very linear. You think in terms of number of days in a week and number of hours in a day. I want you to look beyond these barriers of time to eternity. Because when you see things from eternity’s perspective, you will have no problems managing your time. You will begin to differentiate between those things that have eternal purpose and those things that have no purpose except to wear you out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: So if you have been really concerned about time, or rather the lack of it, you need to stop the clock. Stop looking at timetables, timelines and deadlines. Stop approaching God in a sense of panic, acting like He has only “so much” time to get things done and then…disaster. God is fully aware of the time. He is outside of it and can look back and forward with ease. God knows what is needed and when. He is never late, and never early. Leave it in His hands. Stop trying to get it all done by 5:00 or 10:00 or even 11:00 p.m. Go to God and ask for His help in getting eternity’s perspective. Focus on those things that have lasting value and manage the rest. Here are just a couple of time management tools…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;· ALLOW TIME IN AND OUT. Consistently effective people turn off the switch, put their feet up and have deliberate time for relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· CELEBRATE. Whether it is giving thanks, patting yourself on the back or drawing a red line through an accomplishment listed on your daily action sheet, take the time to celebrate. It feels good. It puts gas in your tank and it moves you ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;· DO CENTRAL AND ESSENTIAL PRIORITIES NOW. Doing the central priorities now, the important but not urgent things like taking care of your spiritual life and your physical fitness now will take care of big problems later and save time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;· PUT A CUSHION IN YOUR CALENDAR. Allow emergency time before a deadline. It is never going to go as smoothly as you envisioned, so put added time into the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most effective time management tool in the world is out of this world. It is giving God your life and allowing Him to manage your schedule according to eternity’s priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Lord, as many times as you try to talk to me about this problem I have with time, you would think that I would have really gotten it right by now. But I am coming to you one more time, asking for your help in managing my time. No, that’s not quite it. I am asking you to help me to look at everything through your perspective, through the lens of eternity. For if I can start looking at things from that vantage point I think that managing my time will not be quite so difficult. So each day as I come before you to give you my life and my day, help me to see things with your eyes, before I leave. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&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/28388163-2570334105515536242?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/2570334105515536242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=2570334105515536242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2570334105515536242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2570334105515536242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/07/stop-clock.html' title='&quot;Stop the Clock&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-8573259737153986676</id><published>2008-06-10T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:49:24.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dense Forest"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/img64[1]-747274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/img64[1]-747272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday evening my daughter called me. After a brief hello she told me, "Go to the basement, now." Now? Why? was my response...and then she told me, "Tornadoes in the area." Now you have to understand that we live in suburban Chicago, and tornadoes are not a part of our weather here. But I obeyed, casually gathering the dogs and some reading material and walked down to my son and his wife's apartment in our walk out basement. A moment later and the power went out and as we looked a huge tornado formed just beyond our tree line. Later we found out it was 1/2 mile at the bottom. It quickly moved to the east rather than the north, praise God, and moved around our house. But the sky was dark, the wind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;menacing&lt;/span&gt; and all of it was a bit terrifying. We found out later there were 5 tornadoes in the area. So I expected the Lord to speak to me in pictures about storms. He didn't. But He did speak to me about a dark threatening situation. I pray that it speaks to you as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw myself in a very dense, thick forest. There were so many trees towering above me that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t see the sky. The sunlight just filtered through the leaves, keeping the forest floor dim and even gloomy. I looked around me, and all of the trees looked alike. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to be any path, and I had the feeling that I was really quite lost. In concern and just a bit of fear I asked the Lord, “What on earth is this place?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “This is the place of your concerns. It’s the place where you’re concerned about this need and that need, about this problem and that problem, about this situation and that situation. When you focus in on your needs, challenges and pain; you will find yourself in a very dark place, a very confusing place. There is no way to really figure it all out. You will be always and forever lost.” Seeing the desperation lingering in my eyes He offered, “Here let me help you.” Then He lifted me up above the darkness of the forest trees and I could see for miles. I lifted my face to sun to enjoy the warmth of its rays and it felt like a hundred pounds was lifted off my chest. I could breathe again and there was a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. I asked the Lord, “What is this place?” With a chuckle, He stated what was becoming obvious to me, “This is my perspective. Relinquish your concerns, needs, problems, and challenges and begin to look through my eyes. I have a clear line of sight, and I will share my vision with you. And those things that are so dark and troubling to your soul will be as nothing because you will be able to rise up above them. It will no longer have the impact to tug at you and to wrap you around in its darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: Obviously we need God’s perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;There are times, Lord, when it feels like everything is closing in on me. There are times during the night season when it all feels so hopeless. The hopelessness is like a dark weight upon my soul and I just can’t see anything good happening from all of this. I know that at such times I should begin praising you and asking to see things through your perspective, but it’s like I don’t want to. I can’t tell you why; I just know that I don’t even want to try to praise you. I don’t want to pull myself up one more time. I’m confessing this to you, because I want to ask you for your forgiveness. Forgive me for allowing myself to sink into such despair. Forgive me for focusing so much on all that’s wrong that I neglect, until it’s almost too late, to focus on what is right…You! I admit that I need your help. I can’t do this on my own. Help me now. I know that I love you; I just don’t know how to focus on you right now. I don’t know how I’m going to praise my way through this. Help me. This much and this much only do I know right now. I know that I love you; I know that you love me. So I’m just going to rest in that love, until you help me to lift up my eyes above the difficulties and discouragements. I trust you. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon — from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me — a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?" My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?" Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt; 42:5-11 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIV&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/28388163-8573259737153986676?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/8573259737153986676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=8573259737153986676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/8573259737153986676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/8573259737153986676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/06/dense-forest.html' title='&quot;Dense Forest&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4714351735662786744</id><published>2008-06-04T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:42:54.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"English Garden" - Three Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love the spring, I love summer.  Why?  The green, that is why.  Living in Chicago makes me appreciate green grass, fragrant flowering trees, and delicate roses.  I also enjoy gardening, helping things to grow, getting dirt under my fingernails, and emptying my mind of problems to focus on God's creation.  Perhaps that is why I feel compelled to share these word pictures with you today.  I hope that you are blessed or helped through them.  This is a long posting, but when you are done reading it, I hope you'll to go out and "smell the roses."  Or at least, take a walk through God's beautiful creations, emptying your mind of troubles and filling it with thoughts of Him.  Much love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…Before me were massive ornately carved wooden double doors.  I walked up to the doors and pushed them open.  I don’t know by which I was more surprised, how easily the doors seemed to open or the beautiful scene that the opened doors revealed.  Before me was such a delightful English garden, that it almost looked like a scene in a fairy tale.  I stood in awe for a moment before the Lord led me to a maze.  Just as in England, the maze was created with hedgerows. But what made this maze different was that there were very big drop-offs on both sides of the path, very dangerous drop-offs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…Stunned, I asked the Lord,  “What is this?  Walking such a path would be perilous.  It kind of takes the fun out of it.”  The Lord explained, “This path represents the very narrow walk that my people must walk. Some children allow the enemy to veer them to the right; where they believe that it is all up to them.  They act as if it is their responsibility to get things accomplish, like it all rests upon their efforts.  They begin statements with ‘I have to do this’ or ‘I have to do that.’ They act as if everything will tumble to a stop if they are there to take care of things.  They don’t even realize where their overdeveloped sense of responsibility it taking them, into very dangerous territory.   My purposes cannot be accomplished when it is all on their shoulders.  It limits what I can do.  But it also causes them great harm, as it is a very imbalanced way to live.  It will lead to breakdown of their emotional and physical health as well as the relationships in their lives.   Yet there is also dangerous territory to the left, where the enemy has convinced them that it is all about God.   They think to themselves, “When God gets ready He can use me.  I’ll just sit here and wait until God does His stuff.  These people never get ready so that I can use them.  They do not recognize open doors when they see them cause it looks like too much work.  Although it is true that it is all about me, they have the right terminology without understanding.  They need to supply their will, energy, and gift, as I supply the power.  I want a partnership which incorporates a balance of the two mindsets.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:   You can’t just talk about what God is going to do with you someday.  It takes more than talk; it requires action.  But it is impossible for you to do it all on your own, and God has chosen not to do it all on His own.   It’s a team effort that necessitates you and God working together, walking hand in hand, day by day.  That is why the path in the picture was a maze.  You are not going to get a prophetic word, or personal revelation one day that will map out the rest of your life.  If you have been looking to God to give you “THE BIG PLAN,” you are going to be sadly disappointed because God doesn’t work like that.   He doesn’t give you a life strategy, all neat and organized that can serve as a map to use for the rest of your life.  God gives you enough information for the next step of your journey, for the next turn in the maze.  That’s it.  God doesn’t want you running off, thinking that you know the way that you need to take.  You’ll get yourself good and lost that way.  God may give you the big picture, but for the details, for the “how’s” and the “whys,” you are going to need to go to Him on a daily basis.  God wants you take Him by the hand, and walk with Him day by day.  God wants you to seek His face, then His direction, and then His hand for His blessings.  Don’t go off thinking that you HAVE to do it all, and don’t stand around waiting for God to do it all, but walk with Him hand and hand, working as a team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…Then God took me to another place in the garden, where there were several beds of roses.  The fragrance was so sweet, and the colors were simply glorious.  There seemed to be roses of every color and description.  I have lived in a number of homes through the years and, with the exception our homes in the Philippines; I have planted a rose garden in every yard.  I love roses.  Nothing relaxes me more than tending my rose garden.  I love having fresh roses in my home.  I love their elegance and their delicate scent. But never had I seen such beautiful roses; the leaves were healthy and a vivid green, the petals were soft, fragrant and brilliant in color.  The scene took my breath away.  But then a gardener came along and started cutting the roses back, like one does in the late fall, way back.  But the roses seemed in their prime, it seemed like the wrong time, and the cutting too extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…I exclaimed, “Lord, that stupid man is destroying the bushes.  They are in their prime.  Stop him.”  But the Lord explained, “No, the gardener is just pruning away the selfishness.  It must be done because although it’s beautiful now, all of the strength of the bush is going towards the blossoms.  There is no root development.  I have to cut it all back so the bush can grow stronger roots.    That way the roses will last for more than one showy season.  It will stand the test of time, storm, and adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:  Why is it that it seems like just when things are going good, and momentum is building that God interrupts our season of blossoming, to introduce a season of pruning?  It appears that just when things are starting to go smoothly something happens to make it all come skidding to a halt.  I suppose that the reason is that God is in this for the long haul, so He is more interested in our development than in our comfort.  Trusting God is more about our daily walk than the release of miracles.  It is about trusting Him day by day even if our life seems to be falling apart.  If God is God in the good, then we must accept that He is God in the bad.  For it is in the bad, negative and difficult circumstances of life that God steps in to cut off the things that will hinder our progress later down the road.  Pruning is not fun, but it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.  John 15:1-2  NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…the last place in the garden to which the Lord directed me was a garden bed with small, struggling little flowers.  A woman was bowed over them and she was watering them with her tears.  I said, “Lord that is an awfully slow and difficult way to water plants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “The woman’s tears are not tears of tragedy or sorrow.  She is not crying about anything of a personal nature at all.  Her tears are actually tears of love and compassion, and they are being released through intercessory prayer.  That is how my seed gets watered; it is through the tears of saints who cry not in misery about their own situations, but with my love for those struggling to survive.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider:&lt;/strong&gt;  Now I don’t know where you fit in these three pictures.  But I do know God is speaking to you in one of them today.  You may have been trying to do everything on your own.  Your speech may be littered with the phrase “I have to…” God wants you to know that it is NOT your responsibility.  Your responsibility is to take God by the hand and allow Him to lead and strengthen you.  Rest in Him.  Seek His face.  Whenever He gives you a directive, be sure to obey it with all of the strength and wisdom that he has given you.  But that is it.  You may have been sitting around just waiting for God to do something in your life, and in the process, you have been wasting it.  He doesn’t want you to waste it anymore.    He wants you to take him by the hand to daily walk with him, obeying every little thing.  Do not wait for that big thing to come and drop into your lap. As the Chinese say, “The journey of 1,000 miles begins with the first step.”  Step out NOW as God directs.  You might be someone the Lord is trying to prune and you don’t like, you don’t like it one bit.  Understand this; he is cutting you back for His good, as well as for your own.  He is cutting back some of the selfish things that have been guiding your life. Everything was looking fine, but God is not interested in the fine that is only for the “right now.”  He is looking for years of maturity and service and relationship with you. Some of the stuff that has to be cut off will seem painful, but it is for your good.  Lastly, maybe you have wondered why you cry so much when you pray.  Understand that it is God’s work in you. Don’t stop the tears.  Allow them to flow freely through you with prayer and love and compassion.  Those tears are nurturing God’s purposes and helping them to grow, not only in your own life, but also in countless millions who are in need at this present moment.  So go ahead and have a “good” cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;:  “&lt;em&gt;Lord, there is almost too much to take in right now.  But I am mindful that you love me and you know exactly what I need to help me to grow.  I give you permission to cut away anything that you need to cut away. I’ll stop screaming and hollering, and surrender to your gardening shears.  I also want to say,  “Yes” to the tears that you want me to cry, not for my own needs but for those who you deem it is needed.  I recognize that there must be many, many people who need passionate intercessory prayer right at this minute.  I’m sorry that I’ve been so focused on what is going wrong with me that I have failed to make myself available to you for this needed ministry of intercession.   I don’t think that you needed to remind me that this life can sometimes be like a maze and a dangerous one at that.  But obviously you do.  So I ask that you help me to stay in balance in this whole area of service.  I don’t want to run up ahead, and neither do I want to lag behind.  I want to stay in step with you, day by day.  I love you.  In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-4714351735662786744?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4714351735662786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4714351735662786744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4714351735662786744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4714351735662786744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/06/english-garden-three-lessons.html' title='&quot;English Garden&quot; - Three Lessons'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4016151847326471883</id><published>2008-05-23T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:40:55.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I know. It's been a long time since I last posted. In fact, I've been wondering if I should just shut this site down as it seems like I have too much on my plate to do it justice. But perhaps that's the reason why I should continue. Maybe there are those of you out there in cyberspace that are just as overwhelmed as I, and maybe my journey might be of some help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since the first of the year, my mother had her third major surgery in a year and I traveled to Michigan to help in her recovery. I led a team of women on a mission's trip to Mindanao Philippines, and Manado Indonesia for Women's Conferences. I've been on the preaching team that rotates to all three of our campuses here in Chicagoland and Michiana. My husband started weekly team meetings that last for HOURS. My husband and I have started mentoring two different groups of men and women we feel have potential at future campus pastors. Had our annual Board of Directors meeting with the men of God who come in to advise my husband and I. Traveled back to Michigan to help my mother with things that she just can no longer do for herself. Had special services with Bishop Garlington and Bishop Tudor. Revamped the prayer room, helped my prayer director revamp the prayer ministry. Had a leadership meeting last Saturday for all of the leaders for all three campuses. With the help of my Heart to Heart Board of directors put on a women's retreat, and a women's tea to close the Heart to Heart season this past Wednesday. All of this while keeping up with a house full of family and a guest who has been living with us, working out 5 -6 days a week and maintaining, or trying to maintain my other pastoral and leadership responsibilities. Oh yes, we are preparing to take our family to Hawaii for my eldest son's&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF2506-700881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF2506-700864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wedding, pictured here...and trying to figure out how on earth we can afford this and help my youngest son and daughter-in-law get their own house. And the funny thing is, my husband and I are team preaching this weekend about putting margins in life. Well, now, that was cathartic...probably TMI. But the reason I listed some of the "stuff" that's been going on in my life is to let you know I understand, really, if you are overwhelmed. I'm NOT using the word below to set my self up as a guru who knows it all and has it all under control. I believe the Lord gave it to me to first of all help me, and then those of you who are likewise struggling. I pray that it will be of help. Much love...chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…a map posted at an amusement park, with a red dot and lettering that says, “You are here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “Stop drifting in bewilderment and uncertainty. There is certainly much that is confusing in this life. But I do not want you to be overwhelmed by it. I want my children to walk in faith and certainty. I have given you clear demarcations. Go back to what you know to be true, and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: Have you ever been to a new mall or been lost in an amusement park? It is impossible to get where you want to go unless you know where you are. That is why they have maps posted in different areas with those little red dots that indicate your present location. If you are lost, all you have to do is find one of those maps, discover your present location and then decide the best route to where you want to go. At times life is overwhelming, and even confusing. It’s like you are a pilot of a plane that is spinning out of control; it is hard to determine what is up and what is down, or what is right and what is wrong. It feels like you are lost, and you just don’t know where to go, what to say or what to do. If that is where you are today, then you need to find the map with the red dot. You have to go back to what you do know and stand firmly on that. Today I know that I love God and that God loves me; and because I know that, I also know that I am going to be able to find my way. What do you know? What is the one thing that you know for sure? Focus in on that in your time of disorientation and confusion and you will be able to find your way. But some of you are in such bad condition you are wondering if you know anything, if you can keep going, or even if you want to. Please stop! You are in a dangerous downward spiral, like that pilot in the plane that is spinning out of control. Stop. Stop reacting to circumstances. Stop focusing on what you can see and hear. If you could look beyond your present circumstances into the realm of the supernatural you would be able to see there are hosts on the left and on the right cheering you on and telling you, “Yes, you can make it.” There is a crowd round about you right now in the supernatural realm that is cheering and clapping, screaming and whistling. They are rooting for you, telling you that you can and will make it. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. You will find the map. You will find the dot. You will find where you are going. You will be victorious in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Lord, I might be in a season that is discouraging, or at the least, disorienting, but I trust you. I love you and I know that you love me. Help me to get back to the basics. Help me to get back to what I know is true. Help me to find the demarcations that you have left plainly for me if I will only look. Guide my thoughts, my feelings and my actions for they determine my final destination... in Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-4016151847326471883?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4016151847326471883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4016151847326471883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4016151847326471883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4016151847326471883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/05/you-are-here.html' title='&quot;You are Here&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-3360102843579865322</id><published>2008-04-29T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:02:49.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been a while...I know...I'm sorry. Before we get to the picture from God, I want to share an e-mail I received and sent. I think it will put perspective to the picture you are about to receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hi Ps Chris,I feel the need to share this, I just coming from 5 days conference in Malang, Surabaya-Part of Indonesia but different island. Me and my friend, we stay in Malang for 6 days to follow this conference. It’s an AWA-Apostolic Women Arising Conference. There’s lot of things we learn from this conference and mentoring sessions. They talk about convergence of Men and Women in partnership for the harvest and ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A ministry like H2H it’s one of the need in Indonesia, along this years I’ve been so hard working with youth without have a burden for the arising of woman, I don’t take attention or even not too care about woman, but entering this year, God had give me the burden for the woman. I don’t realize my 8 years ministering the youth, 80 % of the cases it’s about girls or ladies been abusing or raping since their child, broken home, drugs, alcoholic, homoseksual, ect Yes it’s time for women to arise, not to beat the man, but together, hand in hand with the authority God has given to us, we will rule the nations, like Deborah, Esther, Yael and other woman in the Bible, taking dominion according to Genesis 1:26-28. God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love and pray,Deisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW Deisy!!! All I can say is WOW!!! I’ve been in a very busy and stressful season. That is the reason I have not had to opportunity to read or respond to this e-mail until now. However, I must tell you that it was right in God’s timing. Today as I was driving, I was talking to the Lord about how tired I was, physically, spiritually and emotionally. I’m being honest and transparent when I tell you that part of the prayer was asking God for direction. I told Him that it seems like there is so much to do here at the churches in Chicago, that maybe I missed His will when I started Heart to Heart. When I’m tired, my defenses weaken and the enemy is able to plant doubts. As I cried out to the Lord, I voiced all of those doubts. At times it seems that I do so many different things, that I am not able to do any of them really well. That was the focus of my prayer. God, should I drop something, specifically my world vision for Heart to Heart? Was this really your will, or was it just a personal desire? I only have enough energy and strength for His will…not personal plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down at my home computer, I thought…okay…I have to catch up on some of these e-mails. There is so much to do…but I can’t put the e-mails off any longer. When I opened up your e-mail I just wept. God used your e-mail to reaffirm in my h&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1398-712261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1398-712243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eart that the global vision for Heart to Heart is needed, it is God’s will. I realize I still need to find something to cut from my life, but I know that it can’t be H2H. Thank you for being so sensitive to the Spirit of God and writing your heart. I have told you this before, but I believe this VERY STRONGLY, that God put us together. There was a reason you were my interpreter. There was a reason you came to me after the last session to ask more about H2H. I truly believe that God is going to use that connection to impact the women of Indonesia. Keep us in your prayers as we pursue God’s purposes globally.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you sense Deisy's passion? Did you notice how it helped rekindle my own? If you have let the fire of your passion cool, I encourage you to get around someone who's passion for the things of God can fan the flame of your own. Burn Baby, Burn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…molten rock moving slowly down a path consuming everything in its way. People are trying to stop the lava, by putting up barricades, but nothing stops the lava until it reached the shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “The molten rock represents my people of passion. Nothing can stop them because their heart is pure and on fire for me. They will fulfill the purposes for which I have sent them. Nothing is going to stop them from the course that they have set in order to fulfill my purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: Passion is born when God calls you and says, “Look. This is a need.” You see the need, you know you can fill the need, and deep in your heart you know that your life will never be the same. Passion is not something we have to go in search of. We search for God. When we seek to be intimately connected with him, He will use the desires of our heart, the circumstances of our life, and His confirming Word to solidify and reveal the passion. The passion that I am talking about is not just a feeling. Feelings can be acted upon if it is convenient. Passion MUST be acted upon! Passion’s roots run deep and are wrapped around deep-rooted beliefs. These convictions are the difference between a feeling that goes up in flames quickly and an eternal fiery bush that burns, yet is not consumed. Passion is not something you can walk away from, because it is a part of you. I believe God places a calling on each of our lives. Passion is a gift from God to empower you. Passion is pure motivation sent through pure means to accomplish pure results the will glorify God and meet the needs of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “Lord, you know passion. You displayed it on the cross. Help me to identify the passion that you have already placed within my heart. I realize that I have dubbed it as ‘wants’ and ‘desires’ until this point, but help me to see what it really is, embers that when fanned will burst into flames that move me into action. I’m obviously not talking about any wants and desires that I may have for myself. I am asking you to help me to identify the passionate purpose that you created me to fulfill and then to fan the flames of it in my heart. I don’t want to be lukewarm. I want to be red hot for you. Ignite within me a passion for you and a passion for your purposes. I already love you, but I want to love you more. I want that love to be pure and strong so that my motivations will also be pure and strong. In Jesus Name, Amen.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-3360102843579865322?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/3360102843579865322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=3360102843579865322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/3360102843579865322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/3360102843579865322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/04/pure-fire.html' title='Pure Fire'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-2508052599310721204</id><published>2008-03-17T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:35:00.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes the Lord speaks so clearly, so distinctly, that there is no question in my mind what He wants to say to me or through me. However, there are other times when it takes a series of events coming together to set off the light bulb in my head. A convergence of experiences, conversations, memories and/or teachings come together to give me that, “Oh, I get it” moment. This week I had one of those eureka moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with our Heart to Heart mission’s trip to the Philippines and Indonesia. We flew from Chicago to Los Angeles to Hong Kong to South Korea to Manila, Philippines. We had an eight hour layover in Manila before our flight to Davao City on the island of Mindanao where our first conference was going to be held. Through a mutual friend we had heard of a British woman by the name of Jane Walker who was doing amazing ministry in the dump sites of Manila. Exhausted with little or no sleep and we prepared to meet Jane, see her work and then get back on another plane to our destination. Little did we know that this “lay over” would be a life changing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, a new believer, business woman and single mother took a trip to the Philippines in 1996 and witnessed how children and families live and work in the dumpsite in Tondo. These courageous families wrestle with abject poverty to survive. The sites grabbed Jane’s heart, and she made a promise that should would not turn her back on these children but try to&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/r1-p3-719911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/r1-p3-719907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bring some hope and happiness in their lives. She could not go back to business as usual. She first took us to the school she established and explained how her organization, the Philippine Christian Foundation have a health and nutrition program, adult literacy program as well as a school which runs from pre-school to grade 4 in several areas of the Philippines as well as help provide spiritual care, livelihood and skills training for adults and programs for family and community enhancement. It was wonderful hearing about all of her programs, but jet lag was doing a number on me, and I was struggling to stay alert. It wasn’t until she gave each of us a set of boots and then took us to the dump site and then to the cemetery where thousands of people live in poverty beyond my ability to describe, that I fully understood what this wonderful woman was doing. Missions trips have taken me all over the world, and I lived for a time in the Philippines, but never, never had I seen anything like it. I watched Jane love on children most would cross the street to avoid. I listened then, really listened to her heart, and I knew I was in the presence of a saint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the beginning of our trip. We went on to meet, love on and mi&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1398-719983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1398-719953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nister to women in Davao City and in Manado, Indonesia. It was a trip of a lifetime. But soon we were all back in Chicago, trying to get caught up on work here. I was back to studying, preaching, teaching, having meetings and organizing programs. But one day while I was in a Bible bookstore I picked up Bill Hybel’s newest book “Holy Discontent”…Fueling the Fire that Ignites Personal Vision. I don’t know why I did. I certainly wasn’t looking for something else to read or do. In the first chapter Bill reminds us of an old cartoon character, Popeye the Sailor man. I know I’m dating myself, but I remember the character quite clearly from my youth. He had a girlfriend by the name of Olive Oil. Yes, a terrible name for a woman that had the figure of a stick bug. Inevitably, Olive Oil would get herself in trouble. At first Popeye would just watch as she got herself deeper and deeper in trouble, but eventually he would blurt out the words, “That’s all I can stand, and I can’t stands no more!” Then he would go into action to save the day and the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What moves you? Agitates you? Frustrates you? Brings tears to your eyes when you pray? What subject makes you move your hands while you talk? What things keep you awake at night? If you know, you might have found your God call. Just remember…that God’s call will be about other people. If personal problems are keeping you awake at night, then you need to turn them over to God in prayer. But if it is the needs of people that is causing sleeplessness…then you have identified the purpose for which you were born, just like Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still struggling with my work load. Last week it seemed like I was never going to catch up. I was overwhelmed, stressed and emotionally exhausted. I received one problem e-mail after another until I just snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t do it any more. After I went through an emotional melt down, I went to the Lord in prayer…but received no answer, no help. Have you ever been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of whining prayers, I finally had it. I yelled at God. “What’s up?! What’s going on here?!” God reminded me about Jane, and Popeye and then turned the question back to me. “What’s up?! What’s going on here?!” I have to change. There is a call on my life for the hurting women of the world, but I have so many things on my plate I can’t focus on the one thing you have called me to do. It’s evaluation time in my life. It’s easy for me to add ministry to my life, but it is really hard to let go. I worry about who will take up the slack? What will people think? Is this really what God wants me to do? But I believe I’m finally at the place where the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Have you identified God’s call on your life? Are you pursuing it with your whole heart? Or are you wrapped up in so many things that God’s call is on a back burner. Are you at the place where you can say with Popeye, “That’s all I can stand, and I can’t stands no more!” If you are…congratulations. It’s time for change. It’s time for God’s purposes. It’s time you to step out and step out…just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about Jane Walker’s ministry…her website is &lt;a href="http://www.pcf.ph/"&gt;http://www.pcf.ph/&lt;/a&gt; and her e-mail is &lt;a href="mailto:jane@p-c-f.org"&gt;jane@p-c-f.org&lt;/a&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/28388163-2508052599310721204?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/2508052599310721204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=2508052599310721204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2508052599310721204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/2508052599310721204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/03/sometimes-lord-speaks-so-clearly-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-18272290924985140</id><published>2008-02-23T15:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:48:09.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-121-710039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-121-709971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We woke up to an alarm at 3:30 a.m. in Milado, Indonesia and 41 hours&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-078-720900.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later arrived home. Our Heart to Heart missions' team arrived home safe, emotionally and physically drained, exhausted beyond words, but full of what God had done in us and through us while we were away. Unfortunately, all 12 suitcases for our team were lost...but we are thankful to be home. I think everyone mentioned something about hamburgers when we arrived at O'Hare airport at 4:50 a.m. Girls, did you get your hamburgers? This is us at midnight in Hong Kong waiting for our overdue flight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can I even begin to describe our mission's trip? Impacting, awesome, draining, exhilarating, stretching, anointed, devastating and life changing doesn't even b&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-047-708312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-047-708292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;egin to describe it. We left Chicago Thursday afternoon, stopped in L.A., Korea, and Hong Kong before arriving in Manila, Philippines for a 5 hour layover and a visit with Jane (more about her in a later blog) and her ministry in the dumps and a cemetery...yes cemetery where THOUSANDS of people live. I've seen a lot of sights in my 53 years and travels around the world, but never have I seen such hopelessness, such poverty, such abject suffering as I did that day. Nor seen such beautiful smiles. I've never met a true, honest to goodness hero before, but I have now. Jane's tenaciousness, compassion, vision and courage in reaching the destitute left me breathless...our whole team breathless. And that was just the beginning of the trip. We flew on to Davao to begin our Pastors/Women's Ministry Conference after a very short night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-122-776734.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For three days all of us poured into the women of the Philippines. We sang, loved, taught, testified, preached and prayed until there nothing left of us, only Jesus. He came throug&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-111-734199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-111-734135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h in such an awesome way...hearts were healed, hope restored, vision cast, prophetic words given and friends made. The day after the conference closed we went to the Children's Circus, a children's' ministry reaching the poorest region of Davao. The smiles and hugs we received was one of the highlights of our trip. Then off to the orphanage and afterwards a few hours of down time which my team took advantage of to shop. We had a blast. The next day we worshiped and ministered in the Releaser of Life Church. It's a wonderful church in Davao and I believe the pastors there, which I now consider friends will also be strategic ministry partners for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day we flew to Manado, Indonesia to start all over...this time through inte&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-117-779297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-117-779282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rpreters. It started off really slow...like they were going to watch us a bit to see if we were real. But by the middle of the second day we were hugging, crying, smiling and rejoicing together. There was such a wonderful breakthrough. I can't even find words to describe. Of course, it's been about 50 hours now with only 4 hours sleep, but even with adequate rest, I don't think that I would be able to describe the love we felt from the Indonesian women at that conference. Our hearts were knit to theirs...and we again made friendships that I believe will prove strategic for future ministry of &lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-076-779341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Philippineindonesia-missions-076-779322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heart to Heart. The managers of the hotel where we stayed were wonderful people...the wife, Ruth, a Filippina became a true sister of our heart. And I believe we will be working with her through out the world. God is so good...so awesome...the women we've met, ministered to and ministered with will never be forgotten. The power of the Holy Spirit working through us for those two weeks will humble me for some time to come. The poverty, richness, sacrifice and dedication of those we met has changed us, reshaped us and made us better women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no pictures from heaven today. Just pictures from our trip...although there were moments when I thought I was in heaven. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28388163-18272290924985140?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/18272290924985140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=18272290924985140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/18272290924985140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/18272290924985140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/02/heaven.html' title='&quot;Heaven&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-1069258918988157947</id><published>2008-02-09T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:34:41.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Thanksgiving,-hawaii,-christmas-011-787429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Thanksgiving,-hawaii,-christmas-011-787414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Thanksgiving,-hawaii,-christmas-018-787512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/Thanksgiving,-hawaii,-christmas-018-787497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey...how are you all doing? How was your Christmas? How was your New Years? Did you enjoy the Super Bowl? Obviously, it's been some time since I've written and we have a lot of catching up to do. Let me know how you are doing. I'm about to tell you about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stress has taken on a whole new meaning as this year came crashing through. My mother had another major surgery and I needed, wanted to take a couple weeks to take care of her. I've preached at our Shorewood, South Bend and Tinley Campuses. I've created a whole new curriculum for Heart to Heart our International Ministry for women. Worked with our Board of Director to get H2H non-profit. Kicked of the new H2H term, kicked of the promotion for our H2H retreat. Videoed the first three lessons, and written the first four. I've stepped up the ole exercising thing, have a trainer and everything. Taken care of family, my house has never been so full. What happened to empty nest? But the biggest responsibility of all was preparing a team of H2H women to go with me to the Philippines and Indonesia. That included training, creating a devotion book, ordering pens with H2H logo on them, buying toys and gifts for the orphanage and oh yes, writting out 9 lessons. This morning I was up at 4:30 for it's our last day at home and our last training session and I found out that I had lost my file with all of the updates of the lessons from this week. I've been putting in 14 hour days to get it done and you can probably imagine my response when the computer, rather the computer demon lost it. My response had tears, screams and hyperventilating as my husband calmly kept telling me. Chris, it's not lost. It's there somewhere. But 2 1/2 hours later, my husband, daughter and our church IT guy confirmed what I knew in those first paniced moments...its gone. I went ahead with the 3 hour training breakfast. I even managed to stop my tears long enough to make the breakfast. We eat, planned, prepared and prayed. Some prayed more effectively than others. I really wasn't into it. Yes, I was upset at God. Stupid thing, I know. It was something that I did when I was exhausted I'm sure. But I was thinking to myself, couldn't the Holy Spirit nudged me and said, "na na na"? The good news is that after everyone left and I went to my computer to try to recreate everything, God settled my heart and mind enough that I was able to work. But just a few moments ago when I finally called it quits, I asked God why I initially handled the situation so badly. His answer was a question, "How's been your praise life?" And I admitted to something He already knew, it has been non-existent... So I stopped and praised. But before I put on my out of office, gone to the Philippines and Indonesia sign, I thought I would stop and share my life, and more importantly, much more importantly this word. I pray that it blesses you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw a picture of a man sitting on a medical table like you see in most doctors’ offices with a wounded knee. Although it wasn’t very serious, no amputating required, the whole knee was badly scraped, bleeding and raw. There was a nurse trying to cleanse the wound before bandaging, but she was called away. The man impatient to be on his way, found a box of Band-Aids. He found the smallest one in the box and tried to cover the wound with it. It was ridiculous. I was ready to tell the man, get the biggest bandage in the place, that little bitty Band-Aid is not going to help you a bit, when the Lord surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “ When wounded, you must worship in proportion to the size of the wound to cover it with my grace so that it can heal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: I was surprised because I really never thought about worship in regards to healing of personal wounds. I know that at times worship is an act of faith and it can also be a weapon, but I never considered it as part of a healing regiment. But it makes sense. Worship covers the wound while healing agents of forgiveness, solitude, or changing of attitudes and mindsets are applied. Since it protects us while the healing is taking place it only makes sense that you need to worship in proportion to the size and depth of the wound. If it is a shallow wound, easily mended, a small amount of worship is all that is required. But if your heart feels like it is breaking, and it hurts so bad its difficult to breathe, then you are going to need to worship God in proportion to that hurt. The more you hurt, the more you need to worship HIM. Now I know this sounds impossible to anyone who is presently hurting, because worship is the last thing you probably feel like doing right now. If you are like me, all you want to do is cry, be alone in the dark or hit someone hard in the nose. But I truly believe that you need to push through your personal suffering until you reach Christ’s suffering. Worship Him with everything that is within you. Worship Him in proportion to your need. As you worship, you will find the healing mercy of God applied to your wound. God knows that you are hurting; he is right there beside you, waiting to minister grace and hope as you worship him. God wants to heal your wounds and change it from something that is hindering you to the very thing that is going to promote you in his kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, others do not cause all wounds. Some wounds are caused by what we have done. If you have repented and asked God to forgive you, but for some reason you can’t forgive yourself, it’s probably destroying you. You are being robbed of peace, joy, contentment and hope. Hear the Lord as he speaks to you right now. “My blood has already covered the failure. My blood has already covered the sin. I love you, I have already forgiven you and I am standing here waiting to embrace you. Just worship me and release the shame and the hurt that has been attached to the memory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be in pain today. God may be calling you to be a mender of broken hearts and wounded spirits. Even though you are probably already aware that God wants you to touch hurting people, you may be struggling with what to say or what to do. Although you are attracted to the hurting, to a certain extent, they also frighten you because of your uncertainty. What the Lord wants you to understand today is that there is nothing special that you need to do or say. Sometimes our words get in the way. All that you need to do is be aware. That’s it. That’s all you have to do. He will do the rest. Be aware that the person that you bump into on the train, or slide by in the aisles of church might be someone to whom God is sending you. When you sense God’s gentle nudge, stop. Stop what you are doing and focus on that person. Allow God to direct you in what you need to do or say. It could be as simple as a smile, hug or embrace. It could be a scripture or a word of encouragement. But mostly God just wants to love on them through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;: “Lord, I love you and I appreciate you stopping my day to tell me how much you love me and want to minister to my wounded condition. Thank you that you are aware of each and every hurt. I am amazed that you can actually take these hurts and turn them into something that will give you praise, be for my good, and kick the devil in the shins all at the same time. But I understand that is what can happen when I worship you through the difficulty and pain. I love you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing evil men to torture your body so that your blood could flow freely to my wounds today. I receive your healing right now in Jesus Name. I let go of the hurt. I let go of the past. I also promise to be aware of your gentle nudge as you bring other hurting people into my path. I know from personal experience that people don’t need a lecture; they just need love. So allow your love to flow through me to others. Help me to be a conduit of your compassion and your grace. In Jesus Name, Amen.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-1069258918988157947?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/1069258918988157947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=1069258918988157947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1069258918988157947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/1069258918988157947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2008/02/bandaid.html' title='Bandaid'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-7159435817991827116</id><published>2007-12-22T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:32:18.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not a Beggar After All"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF1666-739816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF1666-739763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just about Christmas and I'm still not done with the shopping, wrapping, entertaining, writing, cleaning, and all of the "stuff" that is necessary, or rather, seems necessary to celebrate Christmas in America. My husband and I took off for about 9 days in the peak preparation time to celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary. It was a wonderful get away with hubby but it seriously put me behind schedule. I have my mother coming into town from Detroit, my daughter-in-law's mother and sister are already here from Mexico City, my other son, his fiance' and two 60 pound dogs are coming in from California, my daughter has a horrible sinus infection...I received some disquieting news from the doctors...okay...I'll stop the list. I'm sure yours is just as long and elaborate. My main problem is that I have been focusing so much on what needs to be done, that I've neglected my alone time with God. I hate that. I have no words to describe how much I hate that. Yet, here I've done it again. Gotten so caught up on the doing, that I've had no time, energy or interest in just being...being with God. Yuck...I just hate being a Martha when I was created to be a Mary. I've been wearing my hair shirt about it the last day or two and have been whipping myself with my invisible whip. Have you ever been there and done that? But do you know what God hates? He hates me hating. He hates me being so down on myself that I cannot perceive His presence and receive His mercy. I think that's the reason for this picture. It helped me refocus my attention from &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; failures to &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; presence and provision. I hope that it helps you too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…some people who looked like homeless and beggars standing in the back of the room. A man in a gorgeous, ceremonial robe came up to the group and told them to come forward for they were the guests of honor. They responded emphatically, “NO! No way! There is no way that we are the guests of honor. We are not dressed. We are not ready. We’re not going up there.“ But there was one beggar who looked into the man’s face to judge his sincerity. The beggar must have found what he was looking for because he reached out and took his hand. The man drew him out of the group of beggars and led him forward. At the front of the room stood a beautiful throne. The beggar hesitated slightly when the beggars from the back of the room shouted out warnings that the throne was not for one such as he. He looked at the throne and then his own clothes while he thought about the choices before him. Then he shook his head as if to refuse their words and purposefully approached the throne. The moment he sat down the beggar was transformed. His countenance glowed and his clothing became radiant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “You are my guest of honor. You are not a last minute addition to the guest list. I did not call you so that you would stand in the background like a beggar. I do not call spectators, but participants of my glory. You have purpose, and today I spread a banquet of possibilities before you. If you will respond to my invitation, if you will step up to my purposes I will transform you and renew your hope, strength and mind. Do not worry about yourself, or what you are bringing to the table. Just come. Step up to the purposes for which I have called you. You are my guest of honor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: There are some Christians that have no self-esteem issues whatsoever. They are well adjusted and well balanced. They know the purposes for which they were created and they are happy to fulfill them. They are at peace, and they are a pure joy to be around. But most of the Christians that I have known have had one type of self-esteem issue or another. That is because they are focusing their attention on themselves, their strengths or more often their weaknesses. They just can’t imagine that God holds them in high regard. After all, there have been so many failures, so many missed opportunities. But today I want you to know that it really isn’t about you. It is about the God of all power and might, who became a man to give his life as a perfect man so that you really don’t have to be perfect. Yes, we strive towards perfection, but that day will actually not come until we stand before God on His throne. Until then we do our best, make a few mistakes along the way, apply the power of Christ’s blood to those failures through repentance and then keep on doing what we know to do. We focus our attention on Christ’s righteousness and power. God loves you. God believes in you. God thinks that you are the greatest. You are His guest of honor today at a banquet prepared just for you. There are too many wonders there to be listed. But know this, beating yourself on the chest and saying how awful you are is not biblical humility. It is a mutated form of pride because it is all about self. True humility acknowledges that everything we have, everything that we are, everything that we are able to do is because of HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Lord, you are such an awesome and wonderful God that sometimes it’s hard for me to wrap my brain around the idea that you could love and honor me. Thank you so much for loving me like that and taking the time to remind me of that fact. I know that I fail and make some pretty big mistakes but your Blood covers each and every one of them when I repent. That’s it. That’s all I have to do. You’ve done all the work. You gave your precious, sinless blood to cover my sins. Thank you for dying in my place. Thank you for removing each and every failure for which I’ve repented completely off the record. Thank you for loving me, saving me, giving me gifts and for talking to my heart today. Thank you for all of the wonderful gifts that you have spread before me at your banquet. Thank you for making me your guest of honor. This is all too amazing for words. You are too wonderful for words. In Jesus Name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-7159435817991827116?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/7159435817991827116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=7159435817991827116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7159435817991827116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7159435817991827116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2007/12/not-beggar-after-all.html' title='&quot;Not a Beggar After All&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-5871341611959211540</id><published>2007-12-03T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:13:39.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like A Little Child" - Three Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF2299-(2)-709909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/uploaded_images/DSCF2299-(2)-709867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tis' the season to be jolly," or so they say. From what have I observed recently it is more of a season for over eating, over spending and over doing in every area. If I were to write the song, I think the lyrics would be, "Tis' the season to be stressed." But it doesn't have to be that way friends. We don't have to work so hard at having the "perfect Christmas" that we are perfectly miserable in the process. The only ones who truly seem to be enjoying themselves are the children. So maybe it is time for us to be like a little child, not just in our approach to the holidays but in our approach to life. Please read these word pictures and think about it...and pray about it. Ask God how you can simplify your life to make it reflect the peace of the first Christmas season during the month of December and into 2008. Send me your "God Ideas" and I will post them on the next blog. Be blessed and be at peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…The Lord gave me three different pictures involving children. The first one was of two little children walking through the woods. The picture looks more like a cartoon than an actual movie. The bare branches of the trees are hanging down almost reaching towards the earth with what appears to be goblins laying in wait. It was dark and menacing, but the two children had a lantern they used to light their way through intimidating darkness. Surprisingly, they acted like there was nothing at all with which to be concerned. They were smiling and joking, and nearly skipping along the worn path through the trees. And I asked the Lord, “Don’t they know that there is danger lurking in the darkness and the enemy is ready to attack them?” The Lord said simply, “Watch.” Sure enough, something did leap down from the trees towards the children, but an invisible protective shield stopped it. The children were in a shielding bubble of God’s grace and protection. It was evident that nothing could harm them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “If you will stop looking at the difficulties, problems, struggles and even the apparent dangers in your life and focus on my light, I am going to give you sweet peace. I will protect you from all that is ’out there. It is all about your focus. Do you want to continue to focus on your struggles or do you want to focus on me. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…the second picture was of a little girl in the midst of a violent nightmare. But the child is not alone. Upon hearing the child’s first frightened cries, the father had come into the room and was trying to comfort her. The father tried to pull the little girl into his arms, but she just kept struggling. When the little girl finally awakened and recognized that it was her dad holding her, she began to settle down and was eventually able to drift off into a peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “Child you are struggling and fighting against various situations and people. What I want you to do is just rest in my arms. The situations are simply an illusion, something that is here now and will be gone later. I am your reality. Stop struggling, and allow me to just hold you. Everything else is just going to pass away and this situation is going to shift; it is going to change. The people are even going to be removed from your life. But if you keep your focus on these transitory things, you are going to miss the reality of my presence comforting and holding you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…the last picture was of a child standing on a ledge and the father was down below reaching up with outstretched arms, and the little boy just leaped. Then His father said, “Come on,” he just leaped, no fear or turmoil about whether or not he would be caught. He didn’t struggle with, “Will he catch me? Will he not?” There was no struggle whatsoever; just total abandonment with giggles and outright laughter. The pair was obviously having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “You keep asking, ‘Is this you God or not? Is this going to work or not? Should I try this? Should I try that? I just don’t know if God is in this or not.” If you will just stop with all this mess and trust me, you and I are going to have a great time together. But you’ll have to stop struggling with worries. You have to trust me to catch you. Follow my directives with absolute abandon knowing that I would never let you fall.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: You and I need to fling ourselves with absolute abandon into the arms of our heavenly Father today. We need to step out in faith and just do whatever He asks of us. We need to trust Him. We need to rest in His arms. We absolutely must stop fretting about everything. Worrying is a behavior pattern; a behavioral trap that we keep allowing ourselves to get caught in. Maybe occasionally, we need to think of ourselves as God’s little children, and just throw ourselves into His arms. Allow God to take care of all the “bogey monsters” while you rest in sweet peace in the shelter of His arms. It’s surprisingly hard to do. The only way that I know how to do it is through prayer. So reach up and allow your Daddy to pick you up as you pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;Daddy, I am reaching out right now so that you can wrap your loving arms around me and hold me. I’m giving all of this nasty, scary stuff to you, so that you can deal with it. I just want to center my attention on you right now. I want to rest in shelter of your loving embrace. So I trust you with the stuff. I trust you with my family. I trust you with my finances. I trust you with my life. I believe that you are going to take care of everything on my behalf. I love you daddy. I let go of all of the circumstances into your care. I let go of all of the troubles that have been perplexing me. You deal with them. You take care of them. I’m taking my hands off right now. I am not going to struggle with this any longer. ” Would you just talk to Him as your Heavenly Father right now, using your own words? Just express your love and dependence on Him. Show Him that you are aware that He is there right beside you He is going to take care of everything&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-5871341611959211540?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/5871341611959211540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=5871341611959211540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/5871341611959211540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/5871341611959211540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2007/12/like-little-child-three-pictures.html' title='&quot;Like A Little Child&quot; - Three Pictures'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-7451255617892475506</id><published>2007-11-21T05:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:33:14.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bonded To God"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days, weeks, months years?  You know what I'm talking about.  A season of life where everything possible is going wrong and it has gotten to the place where you can't even envision something going right.  But it's not just that "things" are going wrong.  It's that somehow you've gone wrong.  I think that's where I am.  I've been running around trying to fulfill all of my responsibilities as wife, mother, daughter and pastor.  But no matter how much I run or how much I do, it seems like I can never get it all done or done right.  I've exhausted myself physically, emotionally and even spiritually.  I've spent my prayer time crying and begging God to change something, anything...me.  But God has pretty much ignored my self-pitying pleas.  What do you do when God doesn't answer?  Change the question.  I've found out that sometimes the Lord lets me get to the end of myself, so that I'll listen...really listen to what He has to say.  So in the middle of the night I awoke and decided, okay God...it's just me and you now.  We need to talk.  I'll put away the "Oh God's."  I'll stop begging.  You hate that stuff anyway.  It's been a productive night.  I've had a couple of breakthroughs tonight...well it's morning now...and I'll share one of them with you.  You'll notice the prayer at the end says "if."  The "if" is for you.  It was definite for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…I saw an old fashioned clamp with an exquisitely designed piece of wrought iron attached to two pieces of wood.  There is a handle that if rotated to the right holds together whatever is placed between the pieces of wood.  Someone was putting a great deal of pressure on that handle.  I asked the Lord why He was putting so much pressure there.  He explained, “I’m not just putting pressure on it for the fun of putting pressure on it.  The purpose of the vise is to glue something together. The pressure is to solidify the bond.  The pressure that has been put to bear on some of my children is not to destroy them.  Neither is it some kind of attack of the enemy.  I engineered this vise as instrument to bond their spirit to my Spirit, their ambition to mine, and their purposes with my own.  I want us to be joined as one.  Being bonded to me will make them strong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “The things that are putting pressure on you right now is not meant to destroy you.  It was allowed to come into your life because I knew that I could use it to bind you to myself.   Don’t resist.  Acquiesce to the process that will make us one.   Just say, ‘YES!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;:  It is amazing how quickly we assume that whatever is bringing pressure to bear in our lives is from the enemy.  We rarely consider that God might be allowing the enemy this much access because He knows that it will all backfire on him.  The thing that the enemy is bringing into your life to destroy you, or at the very least to distract you, is going to be the thing that you use to defeat his activity in your life and in others.  So don’t just start whining and begging God to get you out of it.  Stop and ask Him if there is anything that He wants to do to you or through you in this.  If the answer is no, then tell the enemy no with authority and faith.  If the answer is yes, then ask the Lord if there is any particular way that He would like you to respond.  I guess the real point in all of this is for you not assume.  Do not assume from whence the pressure comes.  Do not assume what should be your reaction.  Always ask.  Always listen.  Always obey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;:  “Am I a whiner?  Do I come to you to get me out of stuff rather than to get direction?  If I do, I am sorry.  Even more importantly, if I do, help me to change that obvious immature pattern of behavior.  Nudge my heart when I start to complain.  If a nudge doesn’t get my attention, I give you permission to beat me on the side of the head with a two-by-four.  Just get my attention.  Once I’m aware, I will shift gears and focus on getting answers, because I really do want to be one with you.  I want for people to see you when they see me.  That would be awesome.  Mind you, I’m not saying that I want you to put pressure on me.  I’m not that brave.  I’m just saying; when you think it’s time for a little pressure, let me know.  Don’t let me get away with whining for help, when I should be asking for direction.  In Jesus Name, Amen.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-7451255617892475506?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/7451255617892475506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=7451255617892475506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7451255617892475506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/7451255617892475506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2007/11/bonded-to-god.html' title='&quot;Bonded To God&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28388163.post-4254512141866692246</id><published>2007-11-05T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:35:41.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"On a Shelf"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend was phenomenal. It was so exciting to see all three services from Tinley, and the Shorewood and Southbend campuses all worshipping together in one service at the Tinley Convention Center. Everyone involved did a bang up job. It was so fun and powerful at the same time. A strange combination until you realize that is the kind of God that we serve. He is compassionate, kind, full of humor, righteous, and powerful...all that and so much more. Unfortunately, many of us put God in a box...limiting the way with which He can relate to us. Please read the following devotion with an open heart and mind. Maybe...just maybe...you've been putting God in a box as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture&lt;/strong&gt;…a group of people tidying up a storage area. When you look carefully, you will notice a woman putting a teddy bear in a box, and closing the lid. She labels the box, “God” and then puts it on a shelf. A young man rummages around the storage area until he finds a long narrow box. He puts a sword in the box and then carefully tapes down the lid, so no one can be accidentally harmed by its sharp edge. He also labels the box, “God.” The only other person in the room, an older gentleman, puts a red phone in a box, marks the box “God” and then puts it on the top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt;…the Lord say, “People are always putting me in a box. They relate to me in a certain way, and that’s it. Some people think of me as a teddy bear, all loving and cuddly. They can’t imagine me as a God of judgment. Then there are others who only think of me as an avenging God, one who is just waiting for them to make a mistake so I can blast them with one of my lightening bolts. Of course there are those who just think of me as their emergency hotline when they have a need. But I want them to know that I am so much bigger and so much greater than they have allowed me to be in their lives. I want to show them my majesty and power, my righteousness and justice and my relentless love. People need to take me out of the box with which they are so comfortable so that I can show them the true me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s hard to imagine just how big and awesome our God truly is, but we need to try. We need to meditate on his Word long enough to discover for ourselves new aspects of his mighty character. Every time a new name of God was given to Old Testament saints they were learning more about their God. Have you been learning more about your God? Have you been expanding your knowledge of who HE IS? We know that he is our Comfort, Avenger, and Help in the time of need. He is our Healer, Deliverer, Savior, and Friend. But he is more. Think about it. Do you realize that right now he is rejoicing over you with singing as your lover? God is rejoicing over YOU! I don’t know how you normally relate to God, but isn’t it time that you take him out of the box. In fact, I suggest that you dynamite the box, and never allow yourself to be comfortable in the way you relate to God again. Take the limits off of God. Relate to him and see him in new and meaningful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt;: “I’m sorry that I have kind of locked you in a box. I didn’t realize I had done that. It certainly wasn’t intentional. I guess I just liked thinking of you as my Confidant and Friend. But that isn’t what you want for me, is it? You want me to see you and relate to you in new and significant ways. So Lord, I want you to know that when I meditate daily on your WORD, I will also meditate on your greatness. If there is a particular way in which you want me to see you, please show me. I love you, and I really want to see you as you are. I want to take the limits off. I want to remove the boundaries. I want to take you out of the box. Please, reveal yourself to me.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28388163-4254512141866692246?l=www.picturesfromheaven.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/4254512141866692246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28388163&amp;postID=4254512141866692246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4254512141866692246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28388163/posts/default/4254512141866692246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.picturesfromheaven.com/2007/11/on-shelf_05.html' title='&quot;On a Shelf&quot;'/><author><name>pastorc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00468799046909142110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12946110192433203708'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>