<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730</id><updated>2012-02-09T14:21:14.516-06:00</updated><category term='submitting to submission'/><category term='We will remember them'/><title type='text'>God in the everyday...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing God's presence in our everyday lives, even when we may not see Him there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3467404563345306876</id><published>2012-02-08T07:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:28:18.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good or Get Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;“Do you want to feel good or actually get better?”&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You've got to know the answer to that question BEFORE you lay down on the massage table. Your answer will determine what you experience for the next sixty minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd waited four weeks for the day of my massage appointment to arrive. I couldn't wait to get a relaxing back rub to the sound of soothing music in a dimly lit room. Ahh … bliss!    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So when Alicia, my massage therapist, asked me if I wanted to feel good or actually get better, I automatically said “I want to get better.” I mean, who doesn't want to be better? There's always room for improvement, right? I was a foolish, foolish girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The next hour was an exercise in restraint. You know, the don't-scream-out-in-pain, cry-like-a-little-girl, or pass-out-completely kind of restraint. There was no restraint shown by Alicia, however, as she attacked every pressure point on my body.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;If I'd only said “just make me feel good” I could have wandered out of her office feeling like a limp noodle and made my way home for a mid-day nap. But since I said “make me better” I left feeling sore in muscles I didn't know I even had, longing only for the recommended epson salt bath.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We have the same choice when it comes to God's Word. Do we want to feel good or actually get better? How many times have we gone to Scripture just to get a warm and fuzzy word of encouragement? A word to help us through the task at hand? Don't get me wrong, God gives us His word to replenish our spirit and encourage us to keep going. It's our living water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are other messages, the one's that challenge our thinking and discipline our behavior. Those messages are tough to take, but they actually make us better. They don't tell us what we WANT to hear, they tell us what we NEED to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Alicia could have just given me a light, gentle massage and ignored the underlying problem. Instead, she got to the root of the issue and caused the muscle to release the toxins that were causing me pain. Scripture releases toxins too. God's Word brings light to the dark areas of our hearts, forcing us to let go of the lies that have built up and hurt us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What has Scripture been telling you lately? Are you just looking for the feel-good messages? Or are you allowing God to get to the root of some of your pain? Maybe it's time we ask ourselves the question, “Do I want to feel good or actually get better?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God my be thoroughly equipped for every good work.” 2 Timothy 3:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3467404563345306876?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3467404563345306876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/02/feel-good-or-get-better.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3467404563345306876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3467404563345306876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/02/feel-good-or-get-better.html' title='Feel Good or Get Better?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7558804561490656375</id><published>2012-01-31T20:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:17:30.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for it...</title><content type='html'>The traffic crawled as my friend, Liz, and I made our way home from a day of shopping. This particular highway was slow due to construction but was the most direct way home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you sure you don't want to take the back roads? This is taking forever!" Liz said, losing her patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Nope, I know this seems slow but it will be worth it." I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kind of surprised to hear myself say that. I'm the queen of "rabbit trails." I've been known to head for the back roads at the very first sign of traffic, but not today. Something in my spirit was telling me to be patient and the hold the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a mile, we passed through the bottleneck and the flow of traffic opened up. We were once again moving at the posted speed and arrived home before we expected. I couldn't help but wonder where I would have been had I taken the back roads instead. Sitting at a red light somewhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever gone out of your way to make something happen faster? Are you feeling stuck in a traffic jam right now? It can be just as frustrating to work twice as hard for the same result as it is to feel stuck in place. Either way, we end up losing our patience all because we wouldn't wait for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may think we can do things faster by working harder, but at the end of the day, we're wrong (and tired). God's timing is perfect. When we don't see Him moving, we need to trust that He is clearing the path before us. In His timing, the bottleneck will clear and He will lead us on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I &lt;/span&gt;remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." Psalm 27:13-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7558804561490656375?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7558804561490656375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/wait-for-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7558804561490656375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7558804561490656375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/wait-for-it.html' title='Wait for it...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8787728512748622763</id><published>2012-01-24T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:23:50.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>I normally write my blogs first thing in the morning. But the inspiration for this post struck me last night. Maybe you'll relate...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I was thinking:&lt;div&gt;You won't believe the night I've had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I had to drive my daughter to volleyball practice in the pouring rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I waited over two hours while they ran drills and scrimmaged another team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I even typed up blog ideas on my husband's iPad just to kill time. (those are so awkward to type on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then God showed me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't believe the night I had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My van ran perfectly all the way to Paige's volleyball practice. We traveled safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got to watch her run drills and scrimmage another team. She gave her all for over two hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I was even able to write out some blog ideas using my husband's iPad. (technology is amazing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every so often, we may need a little shift in perspective. We can get so caught up in the details of our everyday lives, that we fail to see the wonder in it. Some of our biggest burdens may actually be our greatest blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choosing to be blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ." Ephesians 1:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8787728512748622763?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8787728512748622763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/perspective.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8787728512748622763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8787728512748622763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6275070887421801573</id><published>2012-01-18T07:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:52:02.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As I waited for the light to turn green, I caught a flash of something white in the corner of my eye. I looked to see a sprightly young Jack Russell terrier leaping up and down. Then he'd grab his bone and run around his yard aimlessly. Soon he was leaping again and chasing birds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Meanwhile, an older hound dog with a silky tan coat was lounging in the sun. He was aware of the younger dog's antics, but didn't seem to care. The sun was warm and bright and this dog was making the most of his sunbathing opportunity. Watching the hound dog roll around to find the perfect tanning position made me laugh out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stark difference between the two dogs reminded me of a few people we know from the Bible—Mary and Martha. Luke 11 tells the story of Jesus and the disciples coming to dinner in Mary and Martha's home. Like the little terrier, Martha busied herself with several tasks at once. She was so busy preparing the meal, cleaning up, taking care of the details that she didn't slow down to focus on her honored guest. Mary, on the other hand, is like the hound dog. She chose not to help her sister, but instead she sat at the feet of Jesus and basked in His glory.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So which dog are you? Are you the young terrier, running around going from one thing to the next? Or are you the hound dog? Taking time to rest and bask in God's glory. I don't know about you, but I think it's time to unleash my inner hound dog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:41-42)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6275070887421801573?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6275070887421801573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/tale-of-two-dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6275070887421801573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6275070887421801573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/tale-of-two-dogs.html' title='A Tale of Two Dogs'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8748983795400236172</id><published>2012-01-11T07:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:45:05.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Best Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Today I’ve got one hot investment opportunity to talk with you about! This investment has been performing like crazy and will produce returns beyond your wildest dreams…it’s investing your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Now wait a minute, hear me out on this. I already hear the grumbling… ‘Invest my time? I don’t have ANY extra time! I don’t have enough time for the things I have to do right now!’ Sound familiar? Or maybe you’re saying to yourself ‘Well I’d invest time in others, but no one ever seems to have time for me!’ Both are legitimate arguments, so let’s take a minute to talk them through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;If you’re the one who feels you have no extra time to invest in others, welcome to the majority! These days we are pulled in so many different directions between our spouses, our kids, our job, church activities…and the list goes on and on! But have you ever considered that you may be investing your time in things that God didn’t intend for you to be investing in? Or maybe you are simply investing too much time into an activity when some of that time is intended to be used elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;On the other hand, many people have more time to invest but aren’t sure what to be investing in. This group has usually doesn’t have the large time allotment that kids can take up in your schedule, so their time gets filled with other things. Or perhaps you get stuck in a bit of a rut in how you use your time and each day follows the same pattern. I have good news; there are tons of people who would love for you to invest your time into them…no experience required!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Regardless of which scenario best describes your situation, the final outcome is the same…we all need a little help when it comes to investing our time! So, I have a handy 3 step process that will help you reallocate your time to maximize your returns! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 1: Pray daily!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt; Ask God to take your next 24 hours and use it for His glory. Ask Him to show you where you need to reallocate your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 2: Evaluate!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt; Take a minute to honestly assess your schedule and see where you can trim the fat and see if there are things you need to let go of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step 3: Do it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt; Make the changes He’s prompting you to make and follow through on the things He lays on your heart to do. It gets more comfortable the more you do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;When we let God be God in our lives and allow Him to open up windows in our schedule for His glory, we are blessed beyond measure! Every time we invest in someone else, God rewards our efforts. Whether you’re packing boxes, visiting your favorite coffee shop or just being a listening ear, you'll be blessing them with your greatest asset…your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers”. Galatians 6:9-10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8748983795400236172?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8748983795400236172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-best-investment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8748983795400236172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8748983795400236172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-best-investment.html' title='Our Best Investment'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5772162669896909627</id><published>2012-01-03T20:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:27:12.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little adventure</title><content type='html'>The sky was bright blue. The sun was warm despite the crisp, chilly breeze. Today was a perfect day for an adventure. So on my way home I decided to take a road I'd never taken before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The country back road turned and twisted leading me past beautiful trees and fields. Every time I thought I could predict where the road would go, it surprised me with an unexpected bend. The meandering road would have been frustrating if I had been in a hurry, but today I was up for the journey and had nothing but time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began to think about all the times I passed this road. In a hurry to one thing or another, I never considered taking the unknown path. There were things to do, places to go, and appointments to keep. For years I've driven by not knowing what I was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes treat my spiritual path the same way. I become so used to doing things a certain way that I don't consider other options. I feel comfortable where I am and I ignore the quiet whisper of God prompting me to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big fan of New Year's resolutions. But this year I think I'll go a little slower, schedule a little less, and be a little more open to an adventure. Where's God leading you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;God, who got you started in this spiritual adventure, shares with us the life of his Son and our Master Jesus. He will never give up on you. Never forget that." (1 Corin 1:7 MSG)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5772162669896909627?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5772162669896909627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5772162669896909627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5772162669896909627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-adventure.html' title='A little adventure'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1377881592855421706</id><published>2011-12-28T08:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:42:01.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Merry week after Christmas! This is the calm week between the busyness of the Christmas and the excitement of celebrating the New Year. I always thought the week in-between the two was boring, now I just find it peaceful. Growing up in the Catholic church, I've heard the saying “Peace be with you” more times than I can count. But only recently have I taken time to stop and consider what God's peace is really all about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P – Purpose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know I quote the verse a lot, but Jeremiah 29:11 summarizes God's intentions toward us perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;He has a plan for our lives, we're here at this time in history for a purpose.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E – Expectation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Having high expectations of what God will do shows we believe God is able. We may not know if God will choose to move mountains but we certainly know He can!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” (2Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A - Awe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love that “A” is in the center of the word, peace, because “awe” is the center of the peace we have through Christ. Only when we stand in awe and reverence of our Mighty God will we ever truly experience His peace. Everything comes from Him!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a name="en-NIV-30242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our “God is a consuming fire.”” (Hebrews 12:28-29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C – Contentment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have a sign hanging in my kitchen that says “The secret to having it all is believing that you do!” We can't fully experience the fullness of God until we stop striving for more.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.” (Philippians 4:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E – Enjoyment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;You may be focusing on following Christ's example, but are you having any fun? Jesus did. He embraced the experiences and people around Him. He trusted God's plan for His life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” (Nehemiah 8:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This may be a week of rest for you. Or, you may be right back into the rhythm of your regular routine. Either way, God's peace can be with you no matter what your situation. I believe it's a gift we should treasure and an attitude to carry us into the New Year. I wish you God's peace today and always!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1377881592855421706?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1377881592855421706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1377881592855421706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1377881592855421706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-be-with-you.html' title='Peace be with you'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8506166129793394261</id><published>2011-12-22T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:51:58.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I wish you and your family all of the blessings of our Savior this Christmas season!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8506166129793394261?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8506166129793394261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8506166129793394261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8506166129793394261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6776521123299624538</id><published>2011-12-12T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:00:52.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a trance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I conquered my fear of hypnosis. Well, more accurately, I avoided hypnosis and then ended up learning a thing or two about it. Confused? I was too until a few myths were dispelled. Now I have a better understanding. Trust me, you will too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My husband, Greg, and I went to a comedy club over the weekend with some friends. This week's entertainer was a hypnotist. He began the show with a fairly lengthy explanation of what it means to be hypnotized. And wouldn't you know it, God showed me an interesting parallel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Everyone is capable of being hypnotized, but not everyone will allow themselves to be. Therefore, they feel like they are unable to fall under hypnosis.” the hypnotist explained. But then God whispered in my spirit, “The road to destruction is wide... only a few find the road that leads to life.” (Matthew 7:14)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The hypnotist further explained, “Hypnosis is not a trance. It is only a deeper level of relaxation. Your body and mind are far more relaxed, allowing you to be open to the suggestions I make.” To which God replied, “Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“At no time will I suggest the participants do something harmful, embarrassing or reveal personal information that they would not normally share.” the hypnotist continued. God whispered, “ I plan to prosper you, not to harm you.” (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the hypnotist explained while under hypnosis, people still have free will. They are very much in control of their mind and body. They cannot be made to do something they would normally be unwilling to do. God whispered, “who the Son set free, is free indeed.” (John 8:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I always thought that hypnosis was some kind of trance-like state that could be forced upon you, willing or not. I didn't understand. You have to allow yourself to be hypnotized. Unlike a trance, you still have full control of your mind, body and the choices you make. It's really about allowing yourself to be still and open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a similar misconception when it comes to being a believer. People incorrectly think once you give your life to Christ, you enter a trance-like existence. They think God tells us all what to do, what to think, and how to act like a puppet on a string. That couldn't be further from the truth! God is all about free will. He freely gave His life for us so we could accept the gift and live for Him.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable by comparing hypnosis and our faith walk. It's just a little reminder that when you spend time alone with God and are open to what He has to teach you... you'll see God in your every day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6776521123299624538?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6776521123299624538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-trance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6776521123299624538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6776521123299624538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-trance.html' title='In a trance?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-950381031704118588</id><published>2011-12-05T07:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:40:52.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you handle adversity?</title><content type='html'>As I enjoy a hot cup of coffee on this cold winter morning, a story I heard recently came to mind. You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and  how things were so hard for her.. She did not know how she was  going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting  and struggling.. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new  one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled  three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the  pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the  second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee  beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the  carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out  and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and  placed it in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me  what you see.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She  did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the  daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the  shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally,  the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter  smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained  that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling  water. Each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carrot went in strong , hard,  and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling  water, it softened and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg had been fragile. Its  thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after  sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in  the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which  are you?" she asked her daughter. When adversity knocks on your  door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee  bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems  strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft  and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a  malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid  spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or  some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my  shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with  a stiff spirit and hardened heart?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like  the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the  very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot,  it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the  bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change  the situation around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials  are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?  How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee  bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The salvation of the righteous comes from the LORD;  he is their  stronghold in time of trouble." Psalm 37:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-950381031704118588?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/950381031704118588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-do-you-handle-adversity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/950381031704118588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/950381031704118588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-do-you-handle-adversity.html' title='How do you handle adversity?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3220557910511585780</id><published>2011-11-28T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:21:28.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all your fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;With his jaw clenched and eyes glaring, my soon-to-be eighteen year old son stood in defiance.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“If you would have just made me do it, I wouldn't be in this mess!” Jordan informed me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I asked you to do this over and over again, but you always had a reason why you couldn't.” I explained, “Now you're feeling the pressure of putting it off.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It's college application time in the Mersberger household. Truth be told, it's been college application time since the beginning of summer. In Jordan's busy schedule, he hasn't taken time to actually apply to the schools he'd like to attend. With the deadline looming just a few weeks away, he's beginning to feel the pressure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his rant continued, I began thinking about all the times I've had the same conversation with my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain to Him:  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Why didn't You just make me do it?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Why does this have to be so hard?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Why can't You just tell me where I'll end up?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I hear Him answer in my spirit:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I won't make you do something that's not in your heart to do.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I'm sorry it's hard. Unfortunately, you've made it harder than it needed to be.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I'm here to lead you if you'll let me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Like a teenager wrestling between freedom and dependence, I can be easily torn. I want to spread my wings and fly without giving up the comforts of my familiar nest. I want to stand on the top of the mountain but I don't want to difficulty of the climb. So why am I surprised that Jordan feels the same way?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Once he vented his frustration, Jordan and I were able to have a really good talk. Now he feels more confident in the decisions he's making and has a plan to complete everything on time. Even though some questions are left unanswered, Jordan is moving down the path again, waiting for God to direct his steps. I think I'll follow his lead...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3220557910511585780?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3220557910511585780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-your-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3220557910511585780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3220557910511585780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-your-fault.html' title='It&apos;s all your fault'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8371250446431291230</id><published>2011-11-21T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:36:44.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pause Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We spent months planning our London trip. We did research, bought tickets, made plans and waited with great anticipation. When we finally landed we hit the ground running, checking off everything we wanted to see and explore. Before we knew it, the week was almost over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the rich history of everything we had seen. But as I sat in the middle of St. Paul's Cathedral, I found my pause button. I gazed at the magnificent detail of the domed ceiling and let God's glory wash over me. There was no audio lesson or list of details to be seen. There was only me and God in the house He inspired.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As I sat in the silence of the church, I reflected on everything we had experienced on our trip. While I appreciated each one at the time, only then did I actually absorb it. Like a dry sponge, my soul finally took in every moment of our trip and made it a part of me. My pause button allowed me to appreciate the moment before it passed me by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Now that I'm home again, I'm determined to remember that day in St. Paul's Cathedral. The day that God allowed me to be still before Him and take in everything He had shown me. The day He revealed a pause button in my spirit allowing me to stop everything, just for a moment, and actually absorb the experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What a wonderful reminder, now before the busy holiday season, that we have a pause button. We can choose to stop for just a few moments to absorb the experience into our soul. In the midst of 'to do' lists and tight schedules, we have the ability to remember why we are doing all of this in the first place. When we think about the people we love and the God who loved us first, we write our own rich history. But they only become a part of our soul when we hit the pause button...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed and Happy Thanksgiving,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Be still, and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8371250446431291230?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8371250446431291230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/pause-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8371250446431291230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8371250446431291230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/pause-button.html' title='The Pause Button'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4759848548739545812</id><published>2011-11-07T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:39:54.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excess Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This week I'm crossing the pond. Accompanied by my mom and two sisters, I'll be spending the week in London and Paris. I've been to London before. However, this time I will actually be leaving the airport.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Before I can watch the changing of the royal guard or climb the steps to Notre Dame, I have to pack my bags. Packing for seven days and variable weather conditions is a challenge. Dressing in layers  is a good idea but takes up a lot more space in the suitcase. Maintaining the balance between looking cute and being comfortable results in more items to pack.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But how much is too much? At what point am I carrying far more than I need? Just because my suitcase has wheels doesn't mean it won't be hard to drag along. Once I've gathered everything I think I'll need, I realize I'm weighing myself down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Some of us don't need to be traveling to have baggage. We gather up our hurt and pain and stuff it all into an emotional suitcase. We carry it along everywhere we go. Some things we carry as a reminder to never let those experiences happen again. Other things we carry because we don't know how to let them go. The bags get heavier over time and slow us down under their weight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Determined not to take my largest suitcase, I begin the editing process. I make a pile of 'must haves' and a pile of the 'just in case'. The 'just in case' pile is much larger than I expected. In fact, in effort to prepare for just about any situation, I've managed to completely overwhelm myself with stuff. So I gather a few choice 'just in case' items and leave the rest behind—and take a smaller suitcase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Anything that is not essential will only drag us down. Some life lessons teach right from wrong, good from evil and keep us from getting hurt. Other life lessons shame and condemn us, lock us in bondage and keep us from being happy. The good news is, we control the editing process. We get to choose what we'll carry around in an emotional suitcase and what we won't. With God's help and some serious soul searching, we may realize it's time to leave some stuff behind and finally carry a smaller suitcase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4759848548739545812?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4759848548739545812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/excess-baggage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4759848548739545812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4759848548739545812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/excess-baggage.html' title='Excess Baggage'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8524194072967666263</id><published>2011-10-31T08:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:44:22.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What character are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Halloween is not my favorite holiday, but it is fun to become someone completely different just for one night. But what are we putting on every other day? Are we giving any thought to our actions? Our attitude and behavior probably resemble some of the storybook characters we grew up with. What character has represented you lately?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1. Short tempered and irritated?                                                The Wicked Witch of the West&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy with a song in your heart?                                      Snow White&lt;br /&gt;3. Constantly running behind?                                                          The rabbit from Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;4. Sacrificial with your time?                                                               Belle from Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;5. Isolating yourself from others?               Rapunzel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Halloween is only one night a year, but God's salvation is eternal. When we accept Christ as our Savior, we are changed from a witch to a princess, and a troll to a prince. The best part is...we never have to change back! Unlike a magic spell at midnight, believers will remain clothed in righteousness. As sons and daughters of the King, we are heirs to the throne. We became royalty and are given a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;But when much is given, much is expected. God wants us to choose Him every day. He wants us to put aside our worldly behavior and seek what is good. You wouldn't see a royal princess gossiping about someone with her friends. You wouldn't see a prince acting inappropriately with those he works with. Their behavior is different than those of this world because they've been set apart for the world to come. Sound overwhelming? Take heart, God has equipped us with the Holy Spirit to guide our thoughts and actions. He plans to help us find our happily ever after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a name="en-NIV-29296"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="en-NIV-29297"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “&lt;i&gt;You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.” Ephesians 4:22-24 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8524194072967666263?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8524194072967666263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-character-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8524194072967666263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8524194072967666263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-character-are-you.html' title='What character are you?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9073381545067941594</id><published>2011-10-24T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:52:10.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It's time for one of my favorite Halloween specials ...&lt;i&gt; It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!&lt;/i&gt; I love watching Charlie Brown specials. I remember sitting on the floor of our living room, hearing the signature Peanuts music start as the show opened with the NBC peacock. My tummy flipped and flopped with excitement as I absorbed in every minute of the show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In this story, Linus convinces Charlie Brown's little sister Lucy to skip trick-or-treating to sit with him in the pumpkin patch. He is certain the Great Pumpkin will rise from the pumpkin patch and fly around bringing gifts and joy to children who believe in him. Lucy, intrigued by the gifts she will receive and more than a little enamored with Linus, agrees to wait with him. After waiting long into the night, the Great Pumpkin still doesn't show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;While I realize this is just a story, I still think we could all learn from Linus.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He believed.&lt;/b&gt; Linus believed with all his heart that the Great Pumpkin would appear and reward his faith. Right or wrong, he stayed rooted in his truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He shared his faith.&lt;/b&gt; Linus shared what he believed with all of his friends despite how they treated him. He wanted everyone to have the same benefits he was hoping for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was brave.&lt;/b&gt; Here's a young boy who not only stood up to his mocking friends but also sat in a cold, dark pumpkin patch until the wee hours of the night. All because he had faith.  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was determined.&lt;/b&gt; Yet another year went by without the appearance of the Great Pumpkin (except for Snoopy dressed as a ghost). But Linus didn't give up. The end credits roll as Linus tells Charlie Brown about his plans to wait for the Great Pumpkin again next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Linus is a modern day faith warrior. He held firm to his beliefs, shared them with those he knew, endured the slings and arrows of opposition and went outside his comfort zone for his faith. I want to be like Linus, don't you? Oscar Wilde once said “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.” So let's imitate some art together shall we?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is mightier than any Great Pumpkin. He earned our faith in Him on the cross. He promises the gift of eternal salvation to everyone who believes. He rewards our obedience and He will come again to reign in Glory. Come friends, let's head out to the pumpkin patch...  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9073381545067941594?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9073381545067941594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-of-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9073381545067941594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9073381545067941594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-of-child.html' title='Faith of a Child'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9011521481342577121</id><published>2011-10-17T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:39:42.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a marathon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This weekend the city of Dallas hosted their annual Race for the Cure. The news reported thousands of women, and some men, donning their pink outfits and gathering at the starting line. Some are cancer survivors, others have lost loved ones with the disease. Everyone is determined to raise millions of dollars for continued cancer research.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I am not a runner but I have great respect for those who are. It takes a lot of patience and perseverance to condition your body to go the distance. Countless hours of training and striving for a little more: more distance, more speed, more strength. Learning to pace yourself to endure the whole race instead of running fast and burning out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our journey of faith is the same way. Our walk with God is a marathon, not a sprint. When we become believers we're so on fire for God that we want to take on the world. We can do too much and quickly become overloaded and overwhelmed. We need the patience and the perseverance to go the distance as well. Countless hours of 'training' will produce more distance, more speed and even more strength.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;More distance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The more we condition ourselves to walk with God, the further we'll go with Him. Giving God our day first thing in the morning allows Him to balance our 'have tos' with His 'want tos'. He's able to use us throughout our day in ways we wouldn't have imagined. The glories He will show are truly inspiring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;More speed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I don't mean things will come to us faster. When we are allowing God to train us in His ways, He can accomplish His will more quickly. Each time we are used in His plan for His glory, we grow a little deeper with Him. Soon we allow Him to use us with no questions asked. He gets the glory and we're on the fast track to a more obedient life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;More strength&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;On the journey of faith, we'll hit a lot of bumps in the road. Illness, loss of jobs, loss of loved ones... it's a really bumpy road! But take heart, God is leading us through it. When we stumble and fall, God encourages our spirit and prompts us to get back up and try again. Our failure is not the end of our faith journey. With every bump we hit and every scratch and bruise we receive, we are learning to persevere. The longer we walk with Him, the more we begin to understand the journey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Are you ready for the journey? Have you been sitting on the side of the road, tired from falling down over and over again? Or are you already in the full swing of training, allowing God to use your time and talents for His plan? Either way, we're on this road together. Let's lace up our shoes and starting walking in faith!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,  fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9011521481342577121?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9011521481342577121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9011521481342577121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9011521481342577121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-marathon.html' title='It&apos;s a marathon...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5296548305490487484</id><published>2011-10-10T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:55:28.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The lazy Sunday afternoon beckoned us on a road trip. The family piled into the van and we set out to visit a local restaurant everyone's been talking about. But to get there we'd have to go through Grapevine – the city under construction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A new highway system is being built in the heart of the city. Large concrete pillars line the highway like trees. They stand at attention waiting to bear the weight of a new bridge. The highway twists and turns like a snake as we're diverted from old road to new road and back again. Bright orange cones warn that familiar roads now lead nowhere. Traffic crawls as drivers navigate the unfamiliar path. It feels like utter chaos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“I wish I knew what the final design was going to look like.” my husband commented, “Maybe then all this would make some sense.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;That would be helpful in our lives too wouldn't it? The ability to see the master plan. But unfortunately we're stuck in the midst of the construction. A dead end job. Divorce papers.  An unexpected diagnosis. These can all feel like roads to nowhere but are actually part of the Designer's plan.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We begin to feel disappointed and defeated when the road we thought was permanent proves to be temporary. Detours and diversions lead us into unfamiliar territory and we begin to lose our confidence and sense of direction.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But take heart...God knows where you're going. He also knows how to get you there. It's all part of His design. We just have to trust His plan and follow His lead.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5296548305490487484?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5296548305490487484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5296548305490487484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5296548305490487484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1355577113453113544</id><published>2011-10-03T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:13:04.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Layer by layer the skin is carefully peeled away. With great precision, the remaining meat is cut and scraped leaving it unrecognizable. This may sound like a scene from a modern day horror movie, but it was exactly what I witnessed when I watched a Halloween pumpkin carving contest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Master craftsmen were chosen from all over the nation to compete in a carving contest for a prize of $10,000. They were given a theme and only a few hours to make it happen. The results were amazing! My years of silly little jack-o-lanterns could never hold a candle to any of these masterpieces.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Watching the show reminded me of another Sculptor. He was given the honor of Master craftsman for the work He did on the cross. He receives glory instead of riches and He is never hurries His masterpiece. He completes His work in His time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;With great precision, God carefully peels away our sin and flesh nature to reveal something completely different. While some changes are subtle, others can cut deep as a result of a deeply rooted sin issue. But Father God never cuts more than is necessary and always knows how much is too much!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The master craftsmen pick a pumpkin that best fit their design. God picks a design that best fits each one of us. He uses great skill and care to reveal what was within us all along. God doesn't pick us at random and try to conform us into a certain task or role, He builds us from the inside out and then exposes our inner ability when His timing is just right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In the pumpkin patch of life, each one of us is unique. We may have similar qualities or be about the same size and shape, but there is an exquisite masterpiece just under the skin...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; wonderfully made&lt;/span&gt;; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1355577113453113544?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1355577113453113544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/under-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1355577113453113544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1355577113453113544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/under-skin.html' title='Under the Skin'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2100271601229848756</id><published>2011-09-26T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:07:32.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Alignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The phone rang at 7:45 on Friday morning. I heard my son Jordan on the other end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Mom, Paige and I are fine but we need you to bring us your car. The tire on my truck is shot.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Fifteen minutes later I was standing on the side of the highway, sipping my coffee and hoping that none of the drivers whooshing by noticed my morning hair. I watched Greg jack up the truck and remove the offending tire with manly finesse.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Sure enough, the inside tread of the tire was coming apart . A few more miles and the tire would have blown out completely. Fortunately, Jordan noticed something was wrong and pulled off the highway before it ended badly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The interesting thing about the tire was the middle tread was still fine. In fact, it could have gone several hundred miles before it needed to be replaced. But this issue happened because the truck was out of alignment. The constant tug of war was causing uneven wear and now was a problem that couldn't be ignored.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I find that same problem in my own life. I play tug of war far too often. Right vs wrong. Need vs want. God's way vs my way. I pull and struggle and before I know it, I am out of alignment. By the time I notice something is wrong the damage has already been done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Let's face it, while we are on this earth we will have to be aware of our alignment. The world constantly tries to pull us away from the blessings God has for us. But there's good news! God allows us to be in alignment with Him. When we keep Him as our focus, God navigates us through the bumps and potholes of this world and shows us the road He wants us to take. It's only when we decide to be in control or let our gaze wander off to something else that we begin to drift. We don't have to live in a constant tug of war! His way is what is best for us. No matter how hard we've pulled, He can always bring us back into alignment...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Show me your ways, LORD, teach me your &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;path&lt;/span&gt;s.” Psalm 25:4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2100271601229848756?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2100271601229848756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-alignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2100271601229848756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2100271601229848756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-alignment.html' title='Out of Alignment'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7129897022520287703</id><published>2011-09-19T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:15:58.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just three chords</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Did you know that every song is basically made up of three chords? I'd heard that before but now I'm sure of it. My son's girlfriend gave him a bass guitar and he spent a good part of our Sunday afternoon rocking out to a few of his favorite tunes, all comprising of the same three chords. Over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hearing the repeating pattern as the backdrop for my day got me to thinking. Don't we only have three basic chords as well? Okay, I know we don't live in 'chords' but we certainly live in patterns. Some patterns keep us busy: wash, rinse, repeat. Other patterns are destructive: lie, cheat, steal. And then there's the pattern God wants us to follow: listen, trust, obey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen&lt;/b&gt;. Although the days of Moses' burning bush are gone, God has not stopped speaking to us. We may not hear a booming voice from above declaring “I AM GOD!” but we can certainly still hear Him. Before Jesus ascended into heaven He promised the wise counsel of the Holy Spirit. Pillars of fire were replaced with a still, small voice that speaks truth to us moment by moment. In my opinion, going from maybe seeing God perform a miracle one or twice in your lifetime to the miracle of having the Holy Spirit living within you is definitely an upgrade!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust&lt;/b&gt;. Now that we have the benefit of hearing the Holy Spirit's promptings, we have to actually believe what it says. Few things mourn the heart of God more than a believer who just won't believe. We all fall into the trap of disbelief at one time or another but some people never find our way out. They know God is present in their life but just can't trust that He'll is willing or able to change their circumstance. Has that ever been you? Is that you now? We have to trust that God is bigger than our current reality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obey&lt;/b&gt;. We can say we trust God all day long, but our actions speak louder than our words. If we have listened to His promptings and trusted Him to carry us through whatever He's called us to do but then failed to obey Him, we've lied to ourselves. Either we didn't take time to hear Him clearly or (more likely) we don't believe He will do what He says He will do. God has no option but to see that as an act of defiance. We heard Him. We said we believed. We didn't do it... now we can expect some consequences.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All three chords are necessary to play the song just as all three steps are necessary for a life that honors God. We can't pick and choose which ones we like best and put them in whatever order we like. God is creating a symphony, our three chords matter! The more we practice listen, trust and obey the easier they will come to us. Yes, we'll make mistakes but as long as we fall right back into the rhythm God created, we'll make a beautiful sound...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; I praise him.” Psalm 28:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7129897022520287703?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7129897022520287703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-three-chords.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7129897022520287703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7129897022520287703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-three-chords.html' title='Just three chords'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5095507527241096568</id><published>2011-09-12T06:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T06:55:28.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unobstructed View</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Bob and weave. Duck and stretch. Watching the game required constant movement so I could get a clear view through the railing. This was going to be a long day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I waddled my gimpy self to my daughter, Paige's, volleyball tournament this weekend. My knee is still in the post surgery healing stages so climbing bleachers was not an option. So Greg and I and a few close friends took the urine scented elevator up to the balcony area.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Initially I was thrilled. I was above the bleachers, had a good view of the court and could sit in a chair with back support all day. What more could a girl want? That is, until I sat down and noticed the balcony was surrounded by a cage of railings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This cage wasn't protecting me from anything coming in, it was designed to keep me from going out. Every so often I would miss a play because the railing was in the way. Or I would question a call because I couldn't clearly see the foul line. Even with constant adjustments and movements, I wasn't seeing the full picture. While I was thankful to have a place to sit and watch the game, I longed for an unobstructed view.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So often in my life I've settled for the obstructed view. I allow sin, fear or even my own pride to keep me from seeing the full picture. Instead of removing the obstacle in my way, I adapt to it. Bobbing and weaving to look beyond the thing right in front of my face, pretending it's not there. Can you relate?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The interesting thing about my view at the game was the railing didn't go up very high. If I stood up  I could see everything. No railing. No bobbing. No weaving. Just clarity. I would stand for a few minutes until my leg felt a little sore and then once again take my seat. Each time I stood up I was able to stand for a little longer than the time before. My longing for the unobstructed view became the strength I needed to stand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;What's blocking your view? Are you afraid if you stand up you'll get knocked down again? Are you afraid to bring attention to yourself or be embarrassed? Perhaps you're so busy bobbing and weaving that you haven't even noticed the railing you're looking through. You're so used to it, it's become your reality. The cage is designed to keep you in but all you have to do is simply stand up. Decide you want the unobstructed view and go for it! You'll be amazed by the things you haven't been seeing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5095507527241096568?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5095507527241096568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/unobstructed-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5095507527241096568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5095507527241096568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/unobstructed-view.html' title='An Unobstructed View'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4368344360842818579</id><published>2011-09-05T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:37:15.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass...</title><content type='html'>The land is scorched from 100+ degree temperatures. The oppressive heat and lack of rain has taken its toll sparking wildfires and bad tempers. As the mercury rises, the pressure builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, quite unexpectedly, the heat bubble breaks. The sweltering heat is ushered out by a cool breeze. Instead of breaking a sweat as you get the morning paper, you stop and take in a deep refreshing breath. The heat of summer has finally subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile your body is tense with frustration and worry. This issue has weighed heavily on your heart and mind for what feels like forever. What more can you do? How will this end? Your mind is filled with unanswered questions and the pressure builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, quite unexpectedly, you see God's hands move. He gives you exactly what you need even though you weren't aware you needed it. He replaces fear with peace. He tears down walls and frees you from your captivity. The storm has finally subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I've been feeling oppressed lately. Fighting my way back after surgery has kicked up a storm of fear and frustration. Just when I think I want to quit, God sends a fresh breeze to restore my soul. When I begin feeling parched, He pours out His living water. My fear and frustration subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're caught in a storm or just feeling weathered and parched, this too shall pass. Where you are is not where you have to stay. Trust God to reach into the middle of your situation and, quite unexpectedly, it just may subside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4368344360842818579?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4368344360842818579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4368344360842818579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4368344360842818579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2508106937603959953</id><published>2011-08-28T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:25:40.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing touch</title><content type='html'>The surgery was a success. I wasn't even home yet when the wave of pain and nausea hit me. I curled my body over and cried like a little girl. The first of many times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband, Greg, is a great caretaker. From the minute we pulled out of our garage at 4:30am, to the hundredth time of filling my water bottle, he was "all in". As we've struggled to find our new 'normal', he has jumped through hoops to try to make me comfortable. Who knew it would only take a touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a very low moment, Greg did the only thing he knew that would make me feel better. He rubbed my hair. I could feel my body relax despite the maelstrom of nausea and pain I was caught in. His gentle touch calmed my storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days when clouds of pain, defeat or fear came rolling in, Greg has grounded me back into reality with a gentle touch of his hand. Neither of us have liked experienceing the pain but, together, we're getting through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses each of us to be a comfort to one another. His word is a healing ointment to the hurting and we can apply His truth with a gentle touch and welcoming arms. A 'get well' hug for a dear friend or just being there to hold someone's hand as they cry can bring far more healing than we can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel God prompting you to reach out and show His love to someone who's hurting? Is something keeping you from it? Trust me, your healing touch may be exactly what they need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennifer &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Again the one who looked like a man touched me and gave me strength.“Do not be afraid, you who are highly esteemed,” he said. “Peace! Be strong now; be strong.” When he spoke to me, I was strengthened and said, “Speak, my lord, since you have given me strength.” Daniel 10:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2508106937603959953?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2508106937603959953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/healing-touch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2508106937603959953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2508106937603959953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/healing-touch.html' title='The Healing touch'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2660189875219639979</id><published>2011-08-22T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:17:42.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten</title><content type='html'>I had my first run-in with fire ants when I was a little girl. I was running around in shorts and sandals in the Texas heat with my best friend Julie. After riding bikes and jumping on the trampoline, we decided to explore in the field at the end of the block. As we walked across the parched ground, my foot gave way into softer soil. Within seconds my foot was covered with hostile fire ants. Together Julie and I managed to wipe the ants off but only after we endured countless bites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot felt numb as we hurried home. My mom knew how to help me feel better. I was lucky to not have more bites. I didn't know it then but people die from fire ant bites every year. But by the end of the day sores had formed all around my toes. We were told not to remove the poison from the bites so I endured the pain. Those bites left scars on my foot for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get emotionally bitten as well. The sting of harsh words can send venom coursing through our spirit. The more bites we receive, the greater the impact. And as long as the poison stays within us, it causes damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older I know if I don't remove the venom from an ant bite it will scar my skin. But how do we remove the venom from being bitten by others? We forgive them. But first we need to give a little TLC to our spirit when we're attacked emotionally. Words hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry if you need to. I wailed like a baby as those ants attacked me. It hurt and I cried out in pain. So allow yourself a few cleansing tears. But then evaluate what was said: Is it true? Does it align with God's word? Would God himself say that about you? Were you in the wrong? Is it possible that their comment really more to do with them and less to do with you? In other words, were you caught in the crossfire of their own emotional battle? What else could have motivated them to say what they said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, forgive them for it. Look, we are all human, flawed and imperfect. We all make mistakes and say things we wish we could take back. I know I have! It breaks my heart to think my careless words could cause an emotional scar. But they can. For all the times I've been bitten, there are several times when I've been the ant. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord, please forgive my foolish words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you nursing the wound of a pretty bad bite? Are you ready to get rid of the poison inside? Pray God's word and allow Him to speak truth into your life. It is healing ointment for the soil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind,  but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness.” James 3:7-9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2660189875219639979?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2660189875219639979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-bitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2660189875219639979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2660189875219639979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-bitten.html' title='Once bitten'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4793347633486107441</id><published>2011-08-15T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:02:10.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claiming the victory</title><content type='html'>Player #10 threw the volleyball into the air then made contact with a loud thump. The ball sailed across the court and sank into the net. They were another point behind. A mixture of frustration and defeat hung on every player on the green team. #10 dropped her shoulders as she made her way back to the bench fighting back tears. This just wasn't her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more points were lost to the blue team before the coach called a time out. The coach said a few words but then, surprisingly, #10 spoke up. Her demeanor was different now. She was determined. After a few words and  team cheers, the players returned to the court no longer looking defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point at a time, the green team clawed their way back into the game. Soon they were tied with the blue team. Step by step the team celebrated every point won and encouraged one another when a point was lost. They were finally playing like a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the blue team won 27-25. But the green team celebrated another victory. They had overcome a great opponent that day...themselves. They may not have won the game, but they came away with a renewed confidence and a will to win. One player decided that she was not going to stay defeated, she encouraged her teammates to believe in themselves and her determination spread like wild fire. A positive attitude can spread just as quickly as a negative one. With their new found determination, the green team won the next two games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on the court wafting volleyballs into the net? Do you feel you keep missing the shots that come your way? Or are you sitting on the bench watching the game happen but not being in the action?  Well then it's time for a team huddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teammate, this is your time! God brought you to where you are for a time such as this.(Esther 4:14) He has a plan and purpose for you being in the game. (Jeremiah 29:11) You are not just another player to Him. (Psalm 139:13) Trying and failing is far better than not trying at all. Take it from a player that has shanked more serves than she cares to admit. Each attempt makes you better and strengthens your faith. If you aced every serve you may come to believe you don't need God to coach you. And trust me, you want to be on His team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again, believer, try again. I have goals I'm striving for just like you. It takes time, practice and a lot of grace to get it done. But God is leading this team and, with Him, we cannot lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4793347633486107441?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4793347633486107441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/claiming-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4793347633486107441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4793347633486107441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/claiming-victory.html' title='Claiming the victory'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8112767174780251321</id><published>2011-08-08T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:39:29.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliance or compliance?</title><content type='html'>My family loves to cruise. We've taken a cruise each year for the last several years. The anticipation builds as we draw closer and closer to our trip. When departure day finally arrives, we are almost giddy as we reach the port. We're on cloud 9 when we finally cross over from land onto the ship, knowing the fun and relaxation that lie in store for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maritime law requires that all passengers complete a muster drill. This drill walks us through the procedures we will follow in case of an emergency. They gather us in our assigned meeting place and walk us all up to the deck that contains our lifeboats. As you stand on the deck looking up at the lifeboats, it's a little daunting knowing they are our lifeline if the ship should go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While several passengers grumble at the required drill, I have come to appreciate it. It's not just about staying in compliance with the rules, it's relying on the captain's plan to keep me safe. The captain creates a plan specific for this ship and teaches his crew how to carry it out. Their primary goal is to lead us safely out of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see your relationship with God? Do you strive to comply with His word or have you come to rely on it? In this fallen world I know how difficult it can be to stay in compliance with God's instruction. I certainly have days when I feel His example is completely unattainable. I feel overwhelmed by how far away my sinful self is from Him. These are the days when I focus only on complying with His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God doesn't just want us to follow His rules. He wants us to follow His heart. That's when we become reliant on Him. God knows it's hard to live in this day and age, so He wants to help us. When we come to the end of ourselves, we will always find Him. Following His rules come naturally as we follow His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling overwhelmed by God's rules? Are you trying to follow them but keep falling short. Take heart, God has a better way! Rely on Him and He will faithfully lead you through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Teach me your way, LORD, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.” Psalm 86:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8112767174780251321?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8112767174780251321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/reliance-or-compliance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8112767174780251321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8112767174780251321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/reliance-or-compliance.html' title='Reliance or compliance?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4799351149868141480</id><published>2011-08-01T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:30:07.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The choices we make</title><content type='html'>Imagine walking down a path in the woods. You come across a fork in the road and have to choose which way to go. Neither option allows you to see the road ahead, so you have choose one by it's appearance or by stepping out on faith. Either way, you make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choosing a path, you continue on through the woods. Soon you come across another fork in the road. Just as before, the path does not reveal its' destination. You have to make a decision without knowing the outcome. Once again you make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout your walk you face the fork in the road time and time again. Each scenario is the same, the road does not reveal it's destination. Each time you make a choice. Now imagine that you stop walking for a moment and take a look around. Are you where you thought you would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times a day we're faced with forks in the road. We are forced to choose option A or option B. One option is usually better for us while the other may be temporarily more appealing. Each choice leads us down a path that presents even more choices. Depending on your choices, you may quickly find yourself off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put this in the real world for a moment. Let's say you go out to lunch with some friends. You enjoy a light meal but still feel a little hungry. Someone suggests getting dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #1 – do I order dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is excited about having such a rare treat so you decide to have dessert too. As you scan the dessert menu your eyes fall on a description of the most decadent chocolate cake. It sounds so warm and gooey your mouth begins to water. There are other options like angel food cake with fruit or key lime pie but you really want the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #2 – do I order the chocolate cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do. You figure if you're going to treat yourself than it should be something you really like.&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon you're scheduled to go to a class at the gym. Your stomach is still full from all the rich food  and now you don't feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #3 – do I go to the gym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so on... Am I saying that one little indulgence will lead you to down a path of gluttony and laziness? Of course not! This just shows a practical example of the point I'm making. One choice leads to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made a string of choices that I'm not very proud of. Choosing to skip my quiet time with God opened the door for me to fall into an old sin pattern. Needless to say, I didn't bring God any glory and found myself stuck deep into the woods. Believer, don't fool yourself to think you're not just a few choices away from your old self. Thankfully, we have a loving God who forgives and restores. Praise God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been making some choices you regret? Are you maybe not where you hoped you would be?Confess it to God. Ask for His forgiveness and help. He will open doors and lead you back to the path He has for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.” 1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4799351149868141480?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4799351149868141480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/choices-we-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4799351149868141480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4799351149868141480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/choices-we-make.html' title='The choices we make'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5518137850172112879</id><published>2011-07-25T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:06:58.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out</title><content type='html'>The room has finally stopped swaying! After five days at sea, I'm finally getting my land legs back. Our family of 22 Mersbergers took a cruise to celebrate God's blessing in the various seasons of our lives. From retirement to birthdays to a vow renewal, we had a lot to celebrate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Greg, was asked to perform an 'unofficial' vow renewal for my brother and sister in law's anniversary. He was so touched and then slightly terrified. He's not one for speaking in front of a crowd. And when you're nervous...22 people can feel like a big crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you do this all the time? I'm so nervous.” he asked me before the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, if God has called you to do it He'll give you the words to get through it.” I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg had spent time in prayer and was equipped with God's word. I knew he was ready! My heart felt warm at the thought of how God works. If He calls, He equips. We need only be obedient to His calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was beautiful. Greg did a great job speaking God's word over Charles and Ivona's marriage and with “no one's authority but God” he declared them man and wife. It was so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg stepped out of his comfort zone that night. He trusted that God had a reason to choose him for the task at hand. The result was pure blessing. Charles and Ivona were blessed with a beautiful renewal service. The family was blessed by witnessing their re-commitment to one another and their marriage. Greg was especially blessed to be used by God for something so precious to his brother. He stepped out in obedience and the blessings flowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God asking you to step out of your comfort zone? Are you afraid you'll fail? Trust me, the only thing to be afraid of when it comes to obeying God  is not doing it. Not because of receiving a punishment but for missing out on the abundant blessings that come from doing His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He called you to it, He get you through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“And his affection for you is all the greater when he remembers that you were all obedient, receiving him with fear and trembling.” 2 Corinthians 7:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5518137850172112879?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5518137850172112879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/stepping-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5518137850172112879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5518137850172112879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/stepping-out.html' title='Stepping Out'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5103266692525151287</id><published>2011-07-17T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:20:10.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to sea...</title><content type='html'>For the first time in over two years, I am taking a week off from blogging! I'll be cruising the high seas with my family enjoying some much needed fun and relaxation. Please take a few minutes to check out some of my archived blog entries. There may be one your heart needs to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5103266692525151287?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5103266692525151287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-to-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5103266692525151287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5103266692525151287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-to-sea.html' title='Out to sea...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7203360840101296807</id><published>2011-07-11T07:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:16:51.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Fly</title><content type='html'>A beekeeper once described how young bees are nurtured during the first stages of life. The queen bee lays each egg in a six-sided cell of the comb. She then fills it with enough pollen and honey to nourish the egg until it reaches a certain stage of maturity. The top is then sealed with a capsule of wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food is gone, it is time for the tiny creature to be released. However, the wax is so hard to penetrate that the bee can only make a very narrow opening. In fact, the opening is so narrow that in the agony of exit, the bee rubs off the membrane that encases its wings. When the bee finally does emerge, its wings are strong enough to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beekeeper mentioned that a moth got into the hive once and devoured the wax capsules. The young bees easily escaped the capsule but, because the membrane stayed in tact, were never able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we may not live in the solitude of a honeycomb cell, we certainly live in the protection of the King. God provides for us, nourishes us and protects us as we grow. But like any of God's creations, we have to transition from milk and honey to spiritual meat. All the while we're growing, we push against  that which protects us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to live as a Christian is a difficult path. The 'right' choices are certainly outweighed by the 'wrong' choices and can even seem less exciting. But every 'right' choice we make squeezes us a little further through the narrow opening. Sometimes the choices are hard, they hurt, or even lead to losing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling with what you want to do vs what God wants you to do? Are you having to make difficult decisions or create new boundaries because you want what God has to offer while those around you don't? Take heart, those decisions may be difficult now but God has so much more for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desire for God can continue to be stronger than your desire for the things of this world. As long as you keep your eyes focused on Him, the struggle and difficult choices will be worth it. He has plans for you to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” Matthew 7:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7203360840101296807?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7203360840101296807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7203360840101296807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7203360840101296807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-to-fly.html' title='Ready to Fly'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8196213536939228990</id><published>2011-07-04T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:33:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commando</title><content type='html'>In my family, I'm considered a country mouse. About four years ago Greg, the kids and I chose to build a house outside of the hustle and bustle of the city. We're drive almost 20 minutes to the nearest grocery store and 30 minutes to get to church.  We've traded street lights and sidewalks for wide open spaces and starry nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest benefit of where we live is being able to shoot off fireworks. Every year all of Greg's family come out to our house for a big cook out and fireworks. The littler kids dance around with sparklers while the big kids (like my husband) light the larger displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my nephew, Nikolas, was visiting from Wisconsin. He had been waiting all summer to light fireworks with Uncle Greg. He brought along a Commando Parachute firework. He was so excited to launch that rocket and see what happens. So with his Uncle observing for safety, Nikolas positioned the rocket, lit the fuse and ran back to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOOMP! Something shot straight up from the rocket. BANG! A flash of color filled the evening sky. And then we saw the brave Commando drifting safely to the ground with his parachute. The kids squealed with delight as they ran to retrieve the airborne hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh man, he's broken!” one of the kids proclaimed after the successful reconnaissance mission into the neighboring field. The Commando had lost a leg. Unimpressed, the kids went back to writing their names in the sky with their sparklers. But not Nikolas. He was still as proud of his Commando. He started creating the soldier's heroic story in his head as he brought it up to the house. He knew he was a mighty soldier capable of great things. He carefully put the soldier on the porch table and rejoined his cousins in the merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how God treats us. He's excited for the hope of our calling. He is ever present as we go through the BANG of life. He assures we land safely. He embraces our brokenness. He creates in us a new story. He provides much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, we are all broken soldiers. But take heart, God has overcome this world! (Johns 16:33) He uses our brokenness for His glory and makes us whole once more in heaven. Until then, continue to fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” 1Peter 5:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8196213536939228990?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8196213536939228990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/commando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8196213536939228990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8196213536939228990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/commando.html' title='The Commando'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5348252832965585924</id><published>2011-06-27T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:10:41.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repurposed</title><content type='html'>As the 100+ degree temperatures beat down on our backs, my husband and I pressed toward our goal. This labor of love began about a month ago and we were finally in the home stretch. Remember me mentioning the fire pit project we began last month? Yep, this is STILL the same project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we complete the final step, filling in the cracks. We were planning on coloring mortar to fill the cracks but it just didn't have the natural look we wanted so we created a new plan. We decided to use decomposed granite instead. I wasn't familiar with it, but online research proved it would be our best option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're familiar with decomposed granite (DG) but it's basically chunky sand. The grains aren't as small as fine sand but small enough to get into little spaces. Once you compact the DG into the crevices, it will harden and act like a mortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the flagstone pressing the DG into the cracks I felt a little sad for the granite. This was once a strong, solid stone created from magma. It's highly sought after for construction because of it's strength. I've seen such beautiful things made from granite and now it's here filling the cracks of our fire pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a reminder of how temporary the things of this world are. The earth quakes, mountains fall into the sea and something as strong as granite decomposes into sand. Oh, how often have I built hopes and dreams on shifting sand only to have them fall apart! Building our lives on anything but the rock of Jesus Christ is meaningless, a labor in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was feeling bad the granite had lost it's prestigious stature, I was extremely thankful for the job it was doing for me now. When you pack the DG into the cracks and give it an hour or so, it does become hard. That's exactly what we needed!  Although the granite was no longer a strong slab, it was still useful for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a ruble pile of  broken dreams or ambitions? Even if it hurts you heart, you can take the pile to God and ask Him to use it for something different. Our broken stones can create a pathway for someone else to walk on. He can make it something beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” Psalm 18:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5348252832965585924?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5348252832965585924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/decomposed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5348252832965585924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5348252832965585924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/decomposed.html' title='Repurposed'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3857990649125111681</id><published>2011-06-20T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:51:01.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Tree</title><content type='html'>They say you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family. Our friends are the pressure value that allows us to vent, our partner in crime when we get into a sticky situation and our shoulder when life brings us to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your family tree is like mine, there can be a whole lot of crazy growing on those branches! With so many different personalities, it may seem that you have both apples and oranges growing on the same branch. But upon closer inspection, the fruit may not be as different as you may think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few take-aways I had from a recent family reunion up north:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God rewards integrity. No matter if you're a business owner, high level manager, work from home or punch a timeclock, God blesses those who work with integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never stop parenting. Even when you raise your own kids, God may use you to help raise your grandkids as well. Give it all you've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're stronger than we think we are. Things like divorce or the loss of a child may feel like the end of the world but God won't leave us there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person has something to teach us. I know that opposites attract, but they're not the only people we can learn from. We can learn from every person we come in contact with. Even if the lesson is what NOT to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take family for granted. This one's a hard lesson for me because I am so guilty about not spending time with my brother and sisters even though they live nearby. They may be different than us, but God will use them to bless our lives in ways we'd never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in the beginning, you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family. You may be thicker than theives and love spending time together or your personalities may collide and you seem worlds apart. Either way, I can't help thinking there's a reason God has placed you on the same tree. Although you may seem different, just remember...you're actually both nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, my brothers and sisters, you whom I love and long for, my joy and crown, stand firm in the Lord in this way, dear friends!" Philippeans 4:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3857990649125111681?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3857990649125111681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3857990649125111681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3857990649125111681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-tree.html' title='The Family Tree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-651006940010312699</id><published>2011-06-13T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:57:10.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayin' not prayin'</title><content type='html'>I've been going through a spiritual drought lately. My routine hasn't changed but my attitude sure has. Instead of being filled to overflowing, I've been feeling a bit crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's the heat, my family's summer schedule (or lack thereof), my husband's time consuming projects or my own insecurities making me more 'me centered', but that's where I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt very judgmental, been easily offended, and refrained from reaching out to people I have felt hurt by. (&lt;em&gt;Lord, this confession is killing me!)  &lt;/em&gt;Have you ever been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I come into my office and have some prayer time before I start my day. But honestly, I haven't been feeling it lately. Of course I'm still thankful for everything God has blessed me with and I still lift up my loved ones in prayer, but I haven't felt an emotional response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't believe that a person's relationship with God should be about 'warm fuzzies'. But genuine prayer seems to come from a deeper place in our spirit. Just saying “God, I need Your help...” is so different than when your heart cries “God, I need Your help...” That's part of my problem – I've been sayin' it but not prayin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came before the Lord the other morning and said “Lord, I want to not take things so personally. Please remind me that there are things going on in that person's life that have nothing to do with me. Their actions have nothing to do with me!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I said it, something stirred in my heart. As if a dam broke, emotions came flooding out as tears. Every hurt feeling, moment of anger and ounce of bitterness rushed down my face as I sobbed. &lt;em&gt;Praise You God for hearing me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finally broken through my spiritual clog! I had been so busy focusing on the speck of dirt in the eyes of others that I failed to see my own plank was clogging my spirit. It worked it's way in gradually until it had blocked me up completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to so many people who are frustrated with an unproductive prayer life. Just as I described, they spend time in prayer only to walk away feeling like nothing's changed. Ever felt that way? Do you feel that way now? If I may be so bold... maybe you're sayin' not prayin'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, God's going to change YOU long before He'll change your situation. When I finally realized I was camping in the 'me centered' valley, I had to &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to leave BEFORE God would move me. Now I'm following Him into greener pastures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Out of the depths I cry to you, LORD;” Psalm 130:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-651006940010312699?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/651006940010312699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/sayin-not-prayin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/651006940010312699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/651006940010312699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/sayin-not-prayin.html' title='Sayin&apos; not prayin&apos;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3459194907519644308</id><published>2011-06-06T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:09:14.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>It's Graduation week! I don't have a kiddo graduating this year but so many of my friends do. I feel for the whirlwind of excitement and apprehension building in their spirits during this time. So much planning and hard work have finally come to fruition!&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a story about this time of life about a year ago and I'd like to share it with you today. If you've ever invested even part of your life into a child, you'll relate. But be sure to stay with it until the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mixed Emotions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     The bags were packed and waiting by the door. The house was a buzz of activity with friends and family stopping in to say their goodbyes. My kids were leaving for college today. Jillian and Joel were starting the next chapter of their lives at Texas A&amp;M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As I watch the constant stream of people, my mind drifts back to the days when the kids were young. I remember all the warm summer afternoons playing catch with Joel in the backyard and staying up all night when he broke his arm during the little league game. Even after he fell asleep I couldn't bear to leave his side in case he woke up afraid or in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Jillian and I had spent countless hours taking long walks and hanging out in her room listening to music. Jilli was so shy and never had much to say, but when she wanted to talk she would always come to me. I remember her first dance, first love and first heartache. She became a young woman right before my eyes, where had the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A windstorm of memories fills my mind as I try not to let my emotions show. I don't want to let on that my heart breaks a little more every time I think of them leaving. My life has revolved around them for so long, I can't imagine not seeing them after school or putting them to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Before I know it, the well wishers are gone and it's time for Joel and Jillian to leave. As the bags get loaded into the car, Jilli buries her face in my neck and I feel her tear soaked cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “I'm going to miss you so much, I wish you could come with me!”&lt;br /&gt;     “C'mon Jilli. We'll be back at Thanksgiving. We've gotta go.” Joel reassures his sister then gives me a smile and quick peck on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Within moments the house is empty and I'm watching the car pull out of the driveway. My sorrow gives way to overwhelming pride. My kids have become adults and I am so lucky to be their dog!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all of our graduates for their accomplishment and to the parents for their faith and perseverance. May God claim all the glory! The best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3459194907519644308?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3459194907519644308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3459194907519644308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3459194907519644308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4957963406165212508</id><published>2011-05-30T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:04:21.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I bargained for</title><content type='html'>My small fraction of Irish heritage basically allows my skin to be one of two colors: white or red. So, needless to say, when it came time to dividing my family's outdoor projects this weekend, I took the project shaded from the hot Texas sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project was to pull weeds in the front flower bed...again. I'd recently planted some new tufts of decorative grass along the border but it seems I got more  than I bargained for. Another breed of decorative grass was intermingled with the kind I chose and it was taking over the flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see it taking over so aggressively now, it had been several weeks since I'd planted it. But as I started digging it out I realized it has formed a complex root system beneath the surface before it ever made it's presence known. I was going to have to till up the whole area to get all of the nasty roots out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This grass didn't magically appear, I brought it. I had unknowingly sown seeds that will cause a lot of damage to my other plants. I thought about all the times I have sown destructive seeds into my own life or the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we say things just to be mean. But the majority of the time, we don't realize how hurtful our words or actions can be to other people. We can offer up suggestions or comments without realizing how critical our words sound. While we feel we've helped someone, all we've done is sow seeds of doubt and insecurity. People are not machines, they don't need a constant 'fine tuning'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling with this a lot lately. Being self-employed and the parent of teenagers is ideal soil for bad seeds to grow in. The constant doubt, worry and lack of instruction can create the most destructive weeds. My critical nature can sow insecurity and resentment in myself and my kids. By the time the bad behavior shows up, a root system of emotion has already taken hold in their spirit. We then have to choose to live with the new growth or remove it at the root. Praise God that His word tends to us and can free us from our weedy infestations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you're situation is, you have the opportunity to sow both positive or negative seed. Filtering the seeds will help you determine if they are good or bad: “Will this help them?”; “Does it build them up or tear them down?”; “Am I trying to 'fine tune' their behavior?”; “Is it necessary?” Filtering your words will keep the negative root system from taking hold. Especially in your own heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses us to tend to His garden. We are supposed to sow into one another. Our friends and family will flourish if we'll only filter our seed. Only then will we bloom for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the LORD, until he comes and showers his righteousness on you.” Hosea 10:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.” Psalm 126:5&lt;/em&gt; (My heart needed to hear this!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4957963406165212508?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4957963406165212508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-than-i-bargained-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4957963406165212508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4957963406165212508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-than-i-bargained-for.html' title='More than I bargained for'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5970996074272931176</id><published>2011-05-23T07:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:49:46.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuning In</title><content type='html'>My alarm clock didn't go off this morning. I would probably still be snuggled into my blankets if Greg's phone hadn't started to ring. He darted out of bed and straight into the shower as I yawned a sleepy yawn and wondered when I'd be going to the store to replace the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened yesterday as well. I needed to be up early to take care of a few things before church. No alarm. Fortunately my body clock woke me up in time for church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand why this kept happening. The time was set for 6am (not pm), the alarm switch was turned to the 'ON' position, and there was no power outage. What was going on? I turned on the radio switch and that's when I heard it...complete silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the sound of friendly banter from the morning deejays, I heard nothing. I turned up the volume. Nothing. I wiggled the station dial and then there they were... my favorite morning crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed to myself as I walked across the house to my office. God doesn't normally lay a message on my heart to share with you in a blog until Monday morning. Today was no exception! How many times have I missed hearing from God because I wasn't tuned in? Alarms He sounded in my spirit. Information or encouragement I missed out on. All the sweet music He sings over me. I miss it all when I'm not tuned into Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you hearing? Do you feel God speaking to you through the Holy Spirit in your life? Or do you feel that you're stuck in between channels and only hear silence? Pray that God would reveal anything that may be blocking the signal and help you tune into Him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“... then listen to me; be silent, and I will teach you wisdom.” Job 33:33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5970996074272931176?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5970996074272931176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuning-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5970996074272931176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5970996074272931176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuning-in.html' title='Tuning In'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-345324471695799486</id><published>2011-05-16T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:43:15.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoring the line</title><content type='html'>This weekend Greg, my son Jordan and I started a long awaited backyard project, building a fire pit. Well, rebuilding a fire pit to be more accurate. A few years ago  the kids and I built a fire pit as a Father's Day surprise while he was out of town. We worked really hard on it but it still came out like a kid making a birthday cake... a sweet idea but kind of funny looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unloading some of the flagstone from our pickup truck, we began creating the puzzle. Each larger piece of flagstone needed to be cut down to fit our needs. Jordan and I began with a chisel and sledge hammer. Excited for the new challenge, I banged away at the first piece of stone but quickly grew tired. The small sledge hammer grew heavier with every swing and soon my arm and shoulders were begging me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself I had picked too thick of a piece to start with, I moved on to another one. This time every whack resulted in a thin layer of the rock chipping off. Well that's not what I wanted. I wanted to hit the center of that rock with a few mighty blows causing it to split in half victoriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing my frustration and complete inability to actual break the stones, Greg retreated to the garage only to return with an air hammer. Now that's more like it! I felt my excitement returning and my sore muscles relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick tutorial I was laying into the center of the rock with a lot more power. But it still didn't seem to break the rock in half. It did, however, create a deep score line. We began using the air hammer to score all of the rocks so we could drop them causing a clean break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that how we are with breaking strongholds in our lives? We get excited about the idea of being free from its burden but quickly grow tired by the effort it takes to break the chains. Sometimes we may see a little progress, like the chipping stone, but get discouraged that it is taking so long to see results. All the while our bodies grow weary and sore, crying out for us to stop trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we apply God's supernatural power to our stronghold will we begin to see results. But it's still not an instant break. God's power will cut through the walls of the stronghold, scoring a deep line. This is the plumb line of His truth. This is the line to measure all things by. When we realize the lies we've been believing don't measure up to the plumb line He has created, the wall will finally fall. And because God created the scored line, it will be a clean break. You may choose to rebuild the wall of stronghold again later, but on this day, God creates a unmistakable line between truth and lies and you are free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a stronghold creating a wall around you? Do you want to break that wall down and become free? Allow God to score His truth unto your heart and He will set you free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.” 2 Corinthians 10:3-4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-345324471695799486?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/345324471695799486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/scoring-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/345324471695799486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/345324471695799486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/scoring-line.html' title='Scoring the line'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8649525862950895274</id><published>2011-05-09T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:43:15.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Main Road</title><content type='html'>You shouldn't have to set your alarm clock on a Saturday. Perhaps we need an agreement that all  weekend activities will take place after we've woken up naturally and had a cup of coffee. Alas, no. The alarm sounded at 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day my son Jordan takes his SAT. Weeks of me bugging him to take practice exams and his complete indifference to the magnitude of the event has culminated into this very day. I had butterflies in my tummy and I wasn't even taking the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testing center was hosted in a high school on the other side of the lake near our house. Several unmarked roads twisted and turned their way around the lake to the main highway leading to the school. Since Jordan had never driven those roads before, Greg and I decided to lead him through the maze and get him to the main road. From there he could find the school on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the main road was in sight, we pulled off to the side and waved Jordan on. As he passed he gave us a quick wave and headed on his way. My heart was in my throat as I watched him drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This began the last chapter of his high school story. Soon he'll be a Senior. Time spent with him will be filled with college applications and prayers for scholarships. We'll see him less and less as his school and social schedule fill up. Family hang out time will happen less often and become more precious. He'll be getting closer and closer to a new chapter in life. Just as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, our job is to lead our kids to the main road. We equip them with what they will need for the journey and then allow them to take it. I sometimes forget that no matter how much I love my kids, God loves them even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that the roads of life are bumpy. There will be potholes and detours. But there's also a plotted course. God's not 'winging it' with our kids! He knows what the road ahead will look like for them...He's walked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching our kids grow and develop can be so bittersweet. We love the talents and skills they acquire but miss their dependence on us. We begin to feel unneeded. But that's not true! They may not need us to make decisions for them, but they do need us to believe in them. That gives them the confidence to make the journey down the main road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I will turn all my mountains into roads, and my highways will be raised up.” Isaiah 49:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8649525862950895274?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8649525862950895274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/main-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8649525862950895274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8649525862950895274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/main-road.html' title='The Main Road'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4102995492141766746</id><published>2011-05-02T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:25:28.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making History</title><content type='html'>May 1, 2011  left its' mark in the archive of history. Osama bin Laden was killed by US Navy Seals in Pakistan. The al-Qaeda leader was responsible for the death of thousands of people beginning with the attack on September 11th almost ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems a little abnormal to celebrate an assassination. However, his death brings closure to so many families who have experienced loss since the attacks. Countless lives have been lost since the war on terror began. Although precious loved ones can never be returned to grieving families, hopefully those families feel that “justice has been done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the excitement, I can't help but feel a little apprehensive. History has proven to me personally that the highest highs can be quickly followed by the lowest lows. When I'm basking in the glory of a victory, I have a tendency to let down my guard. The enemy then pounces on the opportunity. But we serve a Mighty God who is able to protect and defend in our time of need! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in prayer as we lift our great nation to God asking for His direction and protection. God has a plan for the days ahead and can use every minute for His glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;We come to you today Lord to thank you for defeating our enemy. You alone have the power to crush the head of the serpent. Please surround our nation with a hedge of protection from our enemies. Guide our nation's leaders  in the direction You'd have them go and claim every glory You are due.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4102995492141766746?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4102995492141766746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/making-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4102995492141766746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4102995492141766746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/making-history.html' title='Making History'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4950975327435652792</id><published>2011-04-25T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:29:44.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the line</title><content type='html'>His rigid frame held the steering wheel in place. The car was silent as my dad focused on limited visibility of the road ahead. The car never wavered from the left lane as he pressed on toward the hotel. When they arrived and were settled in their room my mom asked my dad why he had driven in the left lane the entire time. “The left lane has a yellow line...that's all I could see!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mom told me the story of their road trip, I silently thanked God for keeping them safe. Such precious cargo being led through a torrential downpour by a single yellow line. Little did I know it would soon be happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His rigid frame held the steering wheel in place. The car was silent as my husband, Greg, focused on the limited visibility of the road ahead. We were hoping to avoid the storms just as we had on our way to visit his family in Arkansas. We weren't so lucky on the way home. The storm raged 4 ½ out of the 5 ½ hour drive. While watching the ominous clouds for signs of tornadoes, I stayed in silent prayer. We finally drove out of the storm and arrived home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the first storm we've navigated, nor will it be the last. But there will always be a yellow line. The highway system was built years ago. The road was in place long before we ever traveled down it. There was a plan long before there was a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate our Resurrected Christ, we should be newly awestruck by His plan. Long before we were in existence, Christ was born of a virgin. He lived on earth and was crucified for our sins. He ascended into Heaven on the third day to complete His plan...an eternity spent with Him. God had a plan long before we had a need. No matter how the storm rages or how lost we feel, we can look to the line of God's Word and find our way home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a raging storm or feel you've lost your way? Ask God to show you the line and He will lead you safely home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” Hebrews 3:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4950975327435652792?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4950975327435652792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/following-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4950975327435652792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4950975327435652792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/following-line.html' title='Following the line'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2942720404560413550</id><published>2011-04-18T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:39:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A spoonful of sugar</title><content type='html'>It has been a really long weekend. Up every morning by 5:30am and at the Dallas Convention Center by 8:00am. All to watch my daughter's volleyball team snag defeat out of the mouth of victory. Ya, we lost...several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the 6:00am alarm went off this morning, I was not a happy camper. Half awake, I made some coffee and started looking through my schedule for the day:&lt;br /&gt;1.write the blog&lt;br /&gt;2.fix website issue&lt;br /&gt;3.write 2 days in my new study&lt;br /&gt;4.lunch w/my girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait...stop right there. I have a lunch date today? YES! I get to spend time with some sweet friends. &lt;/em&gt;My demeanor instantly changed. Instead of groggy and uninterested I became energized and engaged. My mind clicked on all cylinders as I planned the days events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like taking a spoonful of sugar with our medicine, we need to mix in some want to's in with our have to's. To do lists can be a monotonous but we can infuse them with a little joy along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a long commute to work? Jam out to some of your favorite music on the way. You know, the stuff that you can't help singing along with. It makes you happy. Got a list of errands to run? First swing by your favorite little drink place and pick up something cold and icy. That way every time you get back into the car after each errand, you have a quick tasty cool down to keep you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to enjoy each day we're given. Not enjoy each day after our to do list is complete. But finding joy in the midst of the to do's is up to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2942720404560413550?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2942720404560413550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/spoonful-of-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2942720404560413550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2942720404560413550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/spoonful-of-sugar.html' title='A spoonful of sugar'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2154022945586642008</id><published>2011-04-11T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:41:45.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you live like you drive?</title><content type='html'>My car stopped at the intersection. As I looked left and right, I noticed a police car in the turn lane. I drove forward and the police car followed a few cars behind. None of the cars driving around me dared to exceed the speed limit...not even one! Drivers kept both hands on the wheel and always used their blinkers when turning. Everyone was on their best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very presence of the police car kept the drivers on the straight and narrow. No one was in the mood to pay for their poor driving habits so they played by the rules to avoid a speeding ticket. I know I felt a great deal of stress watching my speedometer to not go over 45mph. It was killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police officer soon turned onto a side street. I laughed out loud to see how the driving habits instantly changed. The cars around me all increased their speed and began cutting in and out of traffic (without blinkers this time). One driver, apparently inconvenienced by the slower pace, flew by me as if I were standing still. Where was the police officer now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not always have a police car following us, but we are always in the presence of God. God doesn't want us to be uptight and nervous as we follow His 'rules'. But I have to wonder how our behavior would change if we kept His presence in mind. Would we still swear? Gossip? Look at inappropriate things? Lay around being lazy? Make excuses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would remembering that God is with us throughout our day encourage us to try harder? Be more patient? Love the unlovable? Slow our frantic pace to hear His voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we doing our best to be obedient to God's expectations or are we living as if no one is watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.” Psalm 139:7-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2154022945586642008?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2154022945586642008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-live-like-you-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2154022945586642008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2154022945586642008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-live-like-you-drive.html' title='Do you live like you drive?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3622258814310096447</id><published>2011-04-04T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:58:51.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure to communicate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So is she coming over to spend the night?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I haven't heard from her yet.&lt;br /&gt;Did you call her?&lt;br /&gt;I text her but I haven't heard back.&lt;br /&gt;But did you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Mom, she doesn't usually answer her phone but she answers texts. I'll hear from her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a teenager you've probably had this conversation. Text and IM has replaced all other forms of communication. Almost to a fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager my family had one phone line and my siblings and I would fight over it. I thought we were a big deal when we got call waiting, but soon learned it was only to preserve my parents' sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved chatting away on the phone with my friends. My parents wouldn't put a chair near the phone so we wouldn't get too comfortable. But the floor was fine with me. I'd lay there for what seemed like hours as my friends and I talked about boys, school, other friends...everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, phone conversations are condensed into a language nibbles. They're not even bite size! Hearing your friend laugh has become &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt; and we use &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; to show we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I appreciate texting. Sometimes you just need to exchange some quick info without having a 20 minute phone conversation. It's a great tool, just not a great way to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever find yourself talking to God that way? 'Checking in' with bite size prayers or taking a nibble from His Word? I do. I then fool myself into thinking I've talked with Him that day when all I've done is send Him a quick text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants and deserves so much more. As we're reminding our children to communicate with each other face to face, we have to communicate with God the same way. It's true, we won't see God's face until we go home to glory, but we can be in His presence just the same. He wants us to talk with Him. He wants to hear our laughter, see our tears and calm our spirit. He wants face time with us, nothing less will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new generation will have to re-learn how to communicate with each other to maintain healthy relationships. Maybe we should start with how we communicate with God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity.” Jeremiah 29: 12-14a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3622258814310096447?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3622258814310096447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure-to-communicate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3622258814310096447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3622258814310096447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure-to-communicate.html' title='Failure to communicate'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6991708645275683285</id><published>2011-03-28T06:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:11:10.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoration or Expectation?</title><content type='html'>My dog has become high maintenance. Daisy is a 11 year old terrier-spaniel mix that has been in our family for 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daisy was young we trained her to bump the blinds with her head when she needed to go outside. When she wanted to come back in, she'll scratch the door with her paw and wait for me to let her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Daisy has less patience than she used to. Instead of tapping her head against the blinds, she now bangs them with a loud thump. She stares me down when I don't jump right up to let her outside. After moments outside (without taking care of 'business') she scratches at the door and barks at the top of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everything she does to communicate with me has become a little snarky. To ask for food or water she will drag her bowls around the kitchen until I trip over them and fill them up again. She pulls her bed around the house, and growls when I try to move it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking she sounds like a pretty smart dog. And she is. She's a smart dog who's developed a bad attitude. Once upon a time, Daisy adored me. She was so excited to spend time with me and she hung on my every word. Somehow over the years, the relationship changed. She no longer hopes for things, she expects them. She's no longer happy sitting at my feet, she demands I do things for her. When I finally do what she wants, it doesn't keep her happy for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you just like Daisy? Has your relationship with God turned from adoration to expectation? Do you still love to sit at His feet and spend time with Him? Or are you more focused on what God can do for you? When He does bless you, are you thankful or do you just expect more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is a sweet dog. Despite her new attitude, I love her and want the best for her. God loves us beyond measure...are we adoring Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made...” Luke 10: 39-40a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6991708645275683285?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6991708645275683285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/adoration-or-expectation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6991708645275683285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6991708645275683285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/adoration-or-expectation.html' title='Adoration or Expectation?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5684997723552277727</id><published>2011-03-21T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:17:28.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Daily Bread</title><content type='html'>My small group had a conversation about the manna God provided to the Israelites in the wilderness after leaving Egypt. It peaked my interest so I did some research and wanted to share what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;-Manna means “what is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Manna resembled a coriander seed – small, round white and sweet which represents the humility, perfection, purity and sweetness of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Bible tells us that manna tasted like wafers made with honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Manna appeared with the morning dew. If it was not gathered in the morning, it would melt with the heat of the sun. Therefore we should spend time with God in the morning, before the day gets away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Each person was allowed 1 omer of manna which equals about 3 pints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Israelites gathered manna for only 6 days, on the 7th day the rested. God provided enough manna on the 6th day for both days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aside from the 6th day, if the Israelites did not consume the manna for the day, it would spoil overnight. This reminds us not to hold on to 'yesterday's blessings'. God's mercy is new every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I'm always amazed by the craftiness of God. Not only did He provide the Israelites food for their bodies, He showed them a way to live. Praise God for His ways! I'm comforted to know that every gift that comes from God not only provides what I need but represents His love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to ask...are you receiving your Daily Bread??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.” Exodus 16:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5684997723552277727?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5684997723552277727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-daily-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5684997723552277727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5684997723552277727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-daily-bread.html' title='Our Daily Bread'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3544502004868363193</id><published>2011-03-14T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:03:30.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and see</title><content type='html'>I've discovered recently that my palate has changed. I've always been a middle of the road, not too spicy, not to tangy kind of girl. But now I enjoy the bitterness found in dark chocolate, the zing you find when you add just a little wasabi to soy sauce and the crunch of a fresh jalapeno in a 'made from scratch' salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when the change began. I didn't just wake up one day and decide I liked spicy sushi. I did, however, decide to finally try it. After years of having extremely different palates, my husband and I are finally beginning to close the gap. He has offered me bites of his spicy and flavorful food for years. I would try it, not like it and be unwilling to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children respond the same way. If food looks weird or is just generally unfamiliar, they don't normally like it. Experts say you should continue to expose children to different types of food because they may begin to like it. All across the world, parents are dishing out veggies and family recipes of all kinds with the same hope in mind... maybe they'll appreciate it someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all children in our faith as well. We first get milk from God's word. We learn that He loves us and sent Jesus to pay our ransom. Scripture about God's love is as sweet as cream and goes down just as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow, we start digging into His word a bit more. We find Scripture that encourages us and instructs us to love one another. These lessons are kind of like the veggies. They are necessary to keep you healthy and balanced as a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the harder stuff. Trials, addiction, loss, sin... the list goes on and on. Now we're in the meat of God's word. Now we have to make an effort to apply His truth and sometimes it's even tough to take.  We don't normally take a large chunk of meat and swallow it whole without choking on it. God's word is the same way. We have to process it. Just like chewing, we have to focus on it, consider it and find out how it applies to our situation. Then finally when we've done that, we can take it in and draw strength from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you? Are you stuck in the milk or veggie stages of Christianity? Or are you diving in and taking hold of the meat of God's word? God wants us to have all of it. He wants to serve up a big Tbone steak with a side of well seasoned veggies and a big glass of milk! But if we're not willing to take everything He's offering, we're missing out on the fullness of God. He's prepared the feast, are you ready to try something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.” Psalm 34:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3544502004868363193?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3544502004868363193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3544502004868363193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3544502004868363193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see.html' title='Taste and see'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3364621905890354847</id><published>2011-03-07T06:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T07:01:29.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying out</title><content type='html'>I was a mess all morning. I'd waited for this day to arrive for months but never expected to feel like this. It was my last day at work. I should be giddy with excitement but instead my heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held it together as I put on my makeup and got dressed. As I made the bed, the tears began to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is so silly. Why am I so sad when I'm getting exactly what I wanted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive to work the tears started up again. &lt;em&gt;Lord, I can't do this. Please give me your strength to get through this day. I've got to keep it together!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 'business as usual' with the exception of the well wishers stopping by my desk to say their goodbyes. I said my farewells without shedding a single tear or feeling sad. He had done it! God had strengthened me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove away from work for the last time, the tears began to flow once again. Thoughts of all the great people I've met and the friendships I've made consumed my thoughts. I'm so thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I make it through the work day? I didn't just pretend or put on a fake expression. God knew my heart was hurting and He surrounded me with people who were genuinely excited about my new opportunity in life. God gave me His strength through their encouragement while He covered me with His peace. When we're standing on the brink and feel that we have no control, God shows up! He infuses us with His strength and uses our weakness for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel out of control? Are you afraid of what's coming next? Unsure of your next step? Good! You're right where He wants you to be. God shows up in the 11th hour when we cry out to Him and believe that He is able. Are you crying out or just crying? Ask Him to give you His strength. You'll be amazed by what He'll do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As for me, I call to God, and the LORD saves me. Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.” Psalm 55:16-17 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3364621905890354847?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3364621905890354847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/crying-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3364621905890354847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3364621905890354847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/crying-out.html' title='Crying out'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2479601568391627261</id><published>2011-02-28T06:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T06:52:45.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Friday will be my last day at my 'day job'. I've been with this company for three years while God faithfully prepared me to start my writing ministry full time. He has taught me so much about people and about myself. The time is finally here and I'm beginning to feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let me mind wander into 'what ifs': What if I misunderstood God's promptings? What if I don't have anything to say? What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can handle 'what ifs' and He presents a few of His own: What if I reward your obedience? What if I give you My words? What if I use this for My glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? Have you been having this talk with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His perfect timing, God led me to the book of Joshua to find some answers. God instructs Joshua to “be strong and courageous” and then explains how. Verse 1:7-8 instructs &lt;em&gt;“Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for giving us a command and then explaining how to uphold it! He doesn't just say “be strong and courageous” and figure it out, He shows us how to become courageous. When we spend time in God's word we allow Him to speak to us. As we continue thinking about it throughout the day God's word begins to influence our actions. Soon we notice we don't feel so afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't promise to take away our fears, He promises not to leave or forsake us. Sometimes we just have to do  things afraid. But when we follow God in obedience, He leads us into our promised land. I'm choosing to replace my fear with excitement and anticipation because I serve a really big God. Are you ready to let go of some fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with your wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2479601568391627261?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2479601568391627261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-friday-will-be-my-last-day-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2479601568391627261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2479601568391627261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-friday-will-be-my-last-day-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1365025084186263832</id><published>2011-02-21T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:01:22.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What about the rest?</title><content type='html'>I have waited for this day for weeks. It's Monday morning and I have the day off! Our nation is honoring the Presidents, past and present. With a nod of appreciation and respect, I thank them for the day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Greg, happens to have the day off too. While it's uncommon for me to have such a day off, it's a complete rarity for him. Needless to say, we've been like two kids in a candy store lately trying to decide what to do with our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We examined the 'honey do' list to see what projects could be completed in one day. From painting my office to repairing the stone around the flowerbed, we found several worthy projects. We even played with the idea of starting the garden we've been talking about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon moved on to the 'fun stuff' list. We could go to the museum, go shopping (my pick, not his) or even take in an afternoon movie. Then there's always sky diving, boating on the lake or whirly ball. We've had fun discussing crazy ideas in front of our kids. They have school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then hit with the 'must do' list. Laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning... the list goes on and on. This could be some extra time to do some spring cleaning, arrange a closet or two and get our house back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pondering our options, Genesis came to mind. From the darkness, God created heaven and earth.   He then filled the earth with His wonders. Trees, oceans, animals, land... all of it! And on the last day He rested. God shows us that we have to take time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives our fast paced and allow us to get a lot of things done. We have responsibilities to meet and families to take care of. But nothing, I mean NOTHING we're doing can be as important as creating the world! (Although we may think it is) We need to follow God's example and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting does not require you to sit perfectly still while staring off into space. Resting includes anything that brings peace to your mind and body. Listening to your favorite music. Reading the book you've always meant to start (or finish). Watching a chick flick in the middle of the day. Taking a much needed nap. There are a million ways for us to find rest. We just have to seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you incorporate some rest in your schedule this week. You'll feel so much better if you do. Now I'm going to go spend the day with my favorite man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1365025084186263832?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1365025084186263832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-about-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1365025084186263832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1365025084186263832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-about-rest.html' title='What about the rest?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1851847907688867644</id><published>2011-02-14T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:36:23.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grime Fighter</title><content type='html'>The line twisted and turned with no end in sight. I patiently (kind of) waited for my turn. Anticipation built as I got closer and closer to the front of the line. After weeks of waiting for this day, it was finally here...I entered the car wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks were full of ice storms, rain and muddy potholes. This was a dry new day! North Texas offered a warm, sunny weekend with promise of a beautiful week ahead. No more sand trucks coating the icy roads or melted snow splashing onto my car. It was time to remove the residual signs of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often the roads we travel will leave their mark too. Dirt and dust may collect on our cars just as hurt and pain can collect in our hearts. Life has a way of leaving a residue that we alone are not able to remove. But God can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can remove the grime and gunk from our heart and mind. He doesn't change the road you traveled, but He cam change the affect it has on you. He can also provide new directions so we don't go down that road again. The choice is up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has life left a film on your heart? Are you tired of hitting the same potholes as you go down the same roads? God is willing and able to wash it away and show you a new way. He removes the filth and refreshes your soul. The best part is you don't have to wait in line to be made clean. You are always first with Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank you for the gift of you son Jesus. Please wash away the residue of my past and show me the direction You have for me. I know You are able. In Jesus name, Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1851847907688867644?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1851847907688867644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/grime-fighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1851847907688867644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1851847907688867644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/grime-fighter.html' title='Grime Fighter'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3342518438444519105</id><published>2011-02-07T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:20:45.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our biggest fan</title><content type='html'>On the morning after the Super Bowl, I would be remiss if I didn't talk about the game. I like football but I'm not a huge fan. I can appreciate all the hard work that it takes to get the players to that level, however I would have been just as happy watching a chick flick instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you delete my blog in disgust, I do have to say that I enjoyed watching this game. I was also reminded of a few things as I watched. Pretty much anything can be a teachable moment if we let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This was a pinnacle moment. They all worked so hard to get to that point. The team's name wasn't drawn from a hat, they had to fight the entire season to experience that moment. We go through seasons in our lives too. Some seasons are definitely harder than others. But they all are worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No one did it alone. Two TEAMS played during the Super Bowl. These athletes had to overcome adversity and personal issues to achieve the common goal. We don't have to go through our lives alone either. You will be as strong as the God you believe in and the people you surround yourself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When a player fell down, he got back up again. I used to tease my husband that football was only about lining up, running into each other and then doing it all over again. I do realize that there's so much more to it! But with every tackle, the player hopped back up and tried again. That's the best we can do. Keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Win or lose, learn from it. I can guarantee that the Steelers will pick every play apart to see where they went wrong. Evaluating which plays worked and which ones failed. Hopefully, the Packers will too. Our mistakes and our victories are teachable moments. We should be constantly mindful of the things that strengthen us as well as the things that trip us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good game. A lot of fanfare and a lot of hoopla celebrated a lot of hard work. We may never experience that kind of celebration for our hard work. Most of the things we do usually go unnoticed. But I believe every time we push through the pain to get back to our feet and keep trying, there's a Super Bowl in heaven. God is rooting for us! He celebrates the end of a hard fought season in our lives. He's our biggest fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If God is for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3342518438444519105?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3342518438444519105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-biggest-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3342518438444519105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3342518438444519105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-biggest-fan.html' title='Our biggest fan'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9187045926087334898</id><published>2011-01-31T07:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:15:30.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing butterflies</title><content type='html'>I was a Fiddler on the Roof this weekend. Well, not really. But I did feel like an honorary member of the Anatevka community as I spent several hours learning about their traditions. My son's high school had their production of the play and I had the privilege of seeing it...twice. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the musical the papa, Tevye, deals with coming of age daughters and the spouse they choose for themselves. While that was unheard of in their culture, papa eventually bends and allows the girls to choose to follow their heart instead of tradition. His love for his daughters won out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the story unfold I began thinking about the actors in the play. These were kids we have been watching for years. I remember seeing some of them in their very first production. Now look how much they've changed and improved. For years these students have been 'cocooned' with their director as he gives them instruction, allows them to try new things and helps build their confidence. Just as Tevye allowed his daughters to express themselves, their director has encouraged these actors for years. In the end, both the daughters and the students became beautiful butterflies ready to take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heavenly Father 'cocoons' us as well. He holds His arms around us creating a safe place where we can learn His ways, experience new things and become strong and courageous. When we allow God's hand in our life, we become the radiant butterfly He intended us to be. Delicate and beautiful, strong and resilient. A perfect masterpiece! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognise your current situation as a 'cocoon' to allow you to grow? Still feeling like a worm with no hope of becoming a butterfly? Remember that it takes a little time, a little patience and a lot of willingness to allow God to give you wings. Soon, you'll be the most beautiful butterfly of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9187045926087334898?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9187045926087334898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9187045926087334898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9187045926087334898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-butterflies.html' title='Growing butterflies'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9211099270472587768</id><published>2011-01-24T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:41:56.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your sign?</title><content type='html'>While driving through a construction zone the other day, I noticed one of the workers directing traffic. This particular worker was holding the sign that said 'Slow'.  I looked into his eyes as I drove by and noticed that he seemed to have a defeated look (perhaps because he drew the short straw and was on the traffic detail). I thought to myself, 'Oh, that's too bad. You're holding a sign that says you're slow...' then giggled to myself at the silly idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not a silly idea, really. We hold up signs all the time. Ever seen someone  who holds a 'Worthless' sign? What about an 'Afraid' sign? Or an 'Angry' sign? Of course we don't physically hold up the sign, but all too often we will let these characteristics precede us. Some signs not only not only express what we feel but who we feel we are. 'Unemployed', 'Divorced', 'Adulterer', 'Alcoholic', 'Drop out'...the list goes on and on. Our signs are as diverse as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places we've been and the choices we've made play a part in the kind the people we are. But that's not where the story ends! Our experiences may set the stage but they do not define us. Having a failed marriage does not make you a failed person. Losing a job doesn't mean you're just a loser. These are  signs we hold ourselves. God didn't create us to have a spirit of failure and regret, He created us to glorify Him. How do we do that? By allowing God to be strong in our weakness. Despite our failures, God will still use our bad choices and silly mistakes for His good. He will replace the sign that you hold with a banner that reflects His truth. 'Chosen'. 'Loved'. 'Worthy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your sign? Are you letting bad choices and insecurity define you? Or are you holding high the banner that God has given you? If not, maybe it's time for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.” Song of Solomon 2:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9211099270472587768?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9211099270472587768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-your-sign.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9211099270472587768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9211099270472587768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-your-sign.html' title='What&apos;s your sign?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6101772681417948079</id><published>2011-01-17T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:03:20.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Fight</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a mean dog? You know, the kind that growl and bark at you for no reason. They bear their teeth and lunge toward you when you get too close. A dog with such a mean spirit that you couldn't love on it if you wanted to. It won't let you. It refuses to receive kindness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently had an encounter with a 'mean dog' personality. This 'mean dog' was a self-proclaimed atheist that was determined to disprove my faith in God. I was not expecting the assault as the 'mean dog' inserted himself into a conversation I was having with someone else. But as I heard what he felt he needed to say, I recognized the 'mean dog' attitude and behavior. Before I drew my sword to counter attack and to prove my faith, I prayed asking God to give me His words to equip me for the fight. Lord, how can I best glorify you? I was a little surprised when God instantly gave me the Scripture that is listed below. I hadn't thought of that Scripture in years and new immediately what God was instructing me to do. Don't argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God already knew that 'mean dog'. He had been dealing with him for years. God knew that his heart was not ready to accept the truth of God's word. The 'mean dog' was still barking a bearing teeth, just waiting for an unsuspecting believer to try to come too close so he could rip them apart. God knew what had made that dog mean and He knew how He planned to soften the 'mean dog's' heart. God didn't need me to hit Biblical high points with him, He needed me to obey even if I didn't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus stood before His persecutors, He did not explain Himself or defend His faith. Jesus knew  the 'mean dogs' weren't ready to receive the truth He came to share. Please understand, there is a difference between sharing your faith testimony and feeling that you have to DEFEND your faith. God equips us for spiritual battle but also gives us discernment to know when to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I chicken out by avoiding the fight? Not at all. I showed grace and mercy to the barking dog and didn't bark back. I would reply with a few words to acknowledge that I heard him, but would not argue. By the end of the week the 'mean dog' was bored with me because I wouldn't fight and chose to walk away. I don't know how his story will end, but God does. I did my part...I obeyed God. God told me not to fight it out with him but to hold my tongue instead no matter how irritated I may have felt. Then He equipped me to do it. Sometimes we can glorify God more by not saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.” Matthew 7:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6101772681417948079?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6101772681417948079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6101772681417948079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6101772681417948079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-fight.html' title='Dog Fight'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1616005518402310312</id><published>2011-01-10T07:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:23:59.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we bite</title><content type='html'>Her eyes showed a mixture of anger and fear as she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the hand of my 14 year old daughter. Our terrier mix, Daisy, has bitten before but she had never bitten my daughter Paige. Paige was stunned in disbelief and the next several hours were filled with throbbing pain and a broken heart. Daisy is her most loyal friend and Paige adores her. The feeling has always been mutual. But this wasn’t about whether or not Daisy loved Paige. This was a physical response to Daisy’s emotional state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? Are you a biter? Or do you keep getting bit? The things we feel and think in our hearts and minds inevitably find their way out. They become our actions. You’ve probably heard it said, ‘hurting people hurt people.’ I remember watching Steel Magnolias when Sally Field’s character, M’Lynn, just buried her oldest daughter, Shelby. In the graveyard she tells her friends “I just want to hit somebody ‘til they feel as bad as I do!” M’Lynn was a gentile southern woman and such a suggestion was completely out of character for her… but it was honest. How many times have we wanted to make other people feel as bad or as angry as we are but we can’t admit that to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy lashed out at Paige. As a result, Paige was hurt. More emotionally than physically (her hand is doing better). Yes, I understand she’s a dog but the nature of the action is the same. Sometimes we bite. We hurt those around us because we’re hurting and most of the time it will be unintentional. If we can’t acknowledge our own pain, doubts, disappointments and grief it is bound to ‘bite’ the people closest to us. We lash out, draw blood and then we feel terrible. Daisy was shocked to find her teeth in Paige’s hand. You could see it in her face. She had no idea what she was doing until it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have some thoughts or emotions you need to deal with so that you don’t bite? Or are you the one that has been bit and now is dealing with your own emotions? Do you need to forgive the one who bit you? Change doesn’t happen overnight, but it can happen. The first step is going to God and sharing what you’re feeling. Allow Him to bring the help you need. God is able to calm even the most savage of beasts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennife&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.” Psalm 61:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1616005518402310312?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1616005518402310312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-we-bite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1616005518402310312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1616005518402310312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-we-bite.html' title='Sometimes we bite'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8404165919444920505</id><published>2011-01-03T06:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T06:55:24.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From A to Z in 3 steps</title><content type='html'>It's the third day into the new year and I'm already sick of all the 'self improvement' commercials. Each one telling me that I need to look better, be smarter and have more in life. I do have an interest in having 'more in life' but not in the way they're talking about. Like most of you, I have personal goals and dreams that I want to make a reality in my life. Fortunately, God has taught me a 3 step process to reach those goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 1: Talk about it.&lt;/span&gt; If I'm not willing to share my goals and dreams, maybe I don't believe in them. My prayer warriors know my heart and the goals I'm striving for. Every time I have shared my goals, God has blessed me with a word of encouragement. He has opened doors for me through other people who catch the vision. Admitting our dreams is just as powerful as admitting our weaknesses, they both allow God to be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Know your motive.&lt;/span&gt; What is driving the goal? Why do I want it? Have I prayed over this? Do I see God's hand in it? God blesses our efforts when we seek the dreams He lays in our hearts. Knowing that your dreams align with God's will allows us to persevere through the tough times. I can promise that if your goal is something like wearing your high school jeans just to catch your spouse's eye, you'll grow weary of the goal and probably resent them for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 3: Be flexible&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard it said that God laughs when He hears our 'plans'. There's nothing wrong with setting goals you've prayed over and feel God is prompting you for. Just remember that God's timing has never been our timing. He may lead you from A to Z, but the journey may look completely different than you would have imagined. Keep praying and stay encouraged, if your dream comes from Him you will get there. If I had my way, I would have already accomplished more of my goals by now. I guess God has a few more things for me to learn first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to admit some of your goals and dreams? Do you know why you want them? Are you ready to be flexible to God's plan in your life? Grab one of your closest friends and share your heart with them. Let them hold you accountable and be an encouragement to you. Trust me, the results are invigorating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've referenced it before, but it's God's promise to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8404165919444920505?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8404165919444920505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-to-z-in-3-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8404165919444920505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8404165919444920505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-to-z-in-3-steps.html' title='From A to Z in 3 steps'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8188067492549753498</id><published>2010-12-27T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:14:52.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Following directions</title><content type='html'>My husband, Greg, and I set off on an adventure yesterday afternoon. The day was clear and crisp, we had internet directions in hand so away we went. Our destination... Peaster, TX. We had never been to Peaster but the directions said it should take about an hour. The directions had a long list of turns down country roads that we'd never heard of, with only one or two sounding familiar. So in order to save some time, we ignored the beginning directions and took a short cut to the road we were familiar with and started there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove down the familiar road, we kept looking for the illusive country road turn off we were supposed to be turning onto. It never came. Greg began to doubt my navigating skills as he checked and double checked the direction list again. Fortunately we were going to intersect with a highway we had heard of before so we decided to go ahead the way we knew to find the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success! Now all we needed to do was head west until we were able to pick back up with the internet directions. As the miles and minutes passed, the mood in the truck began to change. Our 'it's all good' attitude was being replaced with 'let's just get this done'. By now we were about 30 minutes behind our scheduled meeting time in Peaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on, every direction I gave was met with hesitation and second guessing. We made it to our destination, but we were very late and our confidence was a bit shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been there? Have you ever run ahead of God by taking short cuts? Ever felt that you knew a better way? We found out later that day that if we had followed the directions from the beginning we would have ended up in the right place. Our short cut didn't take us far enough down the road to intercept with the country road we needed to take. Instead we went numerous miles and about 30 minutes out of our way. Some short cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us directions for a reason. They often don't make sense at the time and we feel we can do it in a more efficient way but they always result in something good. By not following directions we wasted time and lost our confidence. When we follow the directions God puts before us, we are able to balance uncertainty with faith. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The will of God will never lead you were the grace of God will not protect you.&lt;/span&gt; Let God write that on your heart. Now, are you ready to hit the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;““For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.” Isaiah 55:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8188067492549753498?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8188067492549753498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/following-directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8188067492549753498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8188067492549753498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/following-directions.html' title='Following directions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4802463281310569787</id><published>2010-12-21T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:33:25.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Him</title><content type='html'>My feet hit the ground running early Monday morning. I had a busy week ahead, my 'to do' list was long and my available time was limited. Work, appointments, meetings, Christmas shopping, car pool and birthday planning had all found a spot in the schedule. By Friday I was beat but I was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws all came into town to celebrate Christmas making a total of about 25 Mersbergers in the house. Oh, and we also celebrate birthdays too. 8 of them! It's always a good time to see everyone but, like every family gathering, it gets a little hectic. Needless to say I was completely unprepared when an extra guest arrived for the party, the flu bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week I was so busy trying to get everything done, I hadn't taken any down time for myself. My days all started early and ended late as I tried to cram in as much as possible. I kept my daily appointment with God for my quiet time, but I hadn't allowed time to just rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally my arsenal against germs would be fully stocked. Vitamins, anti-bacterial soap, plenty of water and rest usually do the trick. I was so busy checking off my list that I never stopped to think about what I needed to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever find yourself in the midst of your situation before you realize you're not prepared? Attack comes in many ways: germs, thoughts, words, emotions. Are you prepared for battle? I might be fighting germs right now but my thoughts attack me just as often. The things that I will think or say about myself can be the direct opposite from the truth God is showing me. I find myself blaming Satan but have found that I've become really good at tearing myself down without his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message for you this week has two parts. First, be certain you are equipped for battle. Regardless of what form it comes in, attack will come and you can overcome it! Second, allow yourself to rest. Even the mightiest warriors understand that they have to rest in order to persevere in battle. These two ideas seem to contradict each other but are, in fact, in complete balance. God equips us to fight the good fight and then rejuvenates us as we rest in Him. How's your battle going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” Exodus 33:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4802463281310569787?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4802463281310569787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/rest-in-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4802463281310569787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4802463281310569787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/rest-in-him.html' title='Rest in Him'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9044143682744588953</id><published>2010-12-13T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:49:26.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift list</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is in full gear. If you haven't trimmed a tree, decked the halls or jingled bells yet, you're definitely running behind. You don't have to be finished but you really need to have started by now. That goes for shopping for Christmas gifts as well. I have friends who are already done with all their shopping. They have the gifts purchased, wrapped and tucked neatly under the tree. Then I have another friend who hasn't slowed down to make her shopping list yet. She's been busy with work, decorating and other Christmas activities. I'm somewhere in between. I have some gifts purchased and wrapped but there's still a few I've yet to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift giving seems to fall into categories. As a make my list I group the gifts accordingly to be sure I haven't forgotten anyone. I have gifts for Greg and kids, my extended family, Greg's family, close friends and our small group from church. Then there's smaller gifts for neighbors, teachers, the mail lady, etc. Not to mention the five birthdays that our family has right around Christmas... whew, someone pass the eggnog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to be overwhelmed by all the gift giving but  I've learned how to keep the stress of Christmas at bay. At the beginning of the Christmas season I start off by giving one gift right away. I go before the Lord and offer the only things that I could possible give Him – my love, my praise, my time and my attention. You see, when I pledge to love Him, He helps me love others. When I give Him my praise, He shows me things that are praiseworthy. When I give Him my time, He multiplies it. When I give Him my attention, I hear His voice and my heart is drawn to His. I remember that no gift can compare to what He's already given me. That starts the whole feeling of love for Him again...what a great cycle to get caught in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting God first on your list will be a blessing to you and to Him. The stress will be gone and you'll have time spent with Him...isn't that the reason for the season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will sacrifice a freewill offering to you; I will praise your name, LORD, for it is good.” Psalm 54:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9044143682744588953?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9044143682744588953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9044143682744588953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9044143682744588953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-list.html' title='The gift list'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7181087181273252177</id><published>2010-12-06T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:21:06.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A slow cooked life</title><content type='html'>It's gotten chilly in my little corner of the world. In Texas you never know what kind of weather you're going to get. But the low temperatures are becoming lower and lower each day. That only means one thing in my family... it's time for soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is very particular about their soup and not just any kind will do. If the soup isn't hearty and full of meat, I can forget about bringing it to the table. There are few exceptions to this rule! So when I gathered the ingredients for my Chicken Tortilla Soup yesterday, my family was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my trusty 3 qt slow cooker and got to work. As I rinsed, chopped and sautéed my mind started to wander a bit. It's amazing how I can throw a combination of raw ingredients into the slow cooker and a few hours later it becomes a tasty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like what God does in our lives. He tosses in a mixture of talents, skills and abilities that he knows will develop over time. He adds weaknesses and trials so the mixture is not over powering. God then sprinkles in love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control to season our lives. The ingredients He uses are unique for each person. They are put in raw and develop over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned early not to take the lid off of the crock pot except if you're draining, straining or turning meat over. Every time you take the lid off, you lose about half an hour of your cooking time. You actually undo what you've been doing. I think our lives are that way too. Every time we take our 'lid' off to do something our way, we loose just a little bit of what God's been working on. Just like the expression “Three steps forward and two steps back”, we have to keep regaining ground God has already conquered for us. We have to resist the temptation to pull off the lid and start mixing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time the raw ingredients become something wonderful. Just as the aroma of the soup fills the house, the aroma of God's work in us is evident to others. I love to ladle out the soup and see my family's reaction to what they receive, they are always so excited and thankful! When the time is right, God will begin to pour us out so we can fill other people too. While they will definitely appreciate what you give them, perhaps you'll find that you are the one most thankful for your slow cooked life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.” 1 Timothy 1:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7181087181273252177?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7181087181273252177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/slow-cooked-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7181087181273252177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7181087181273252177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/slow-cooked-life.html' title='A slow cooked life'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5340176786877203598</id><published>2010-11-29T07:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:22:35.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowered expectations</title><content type='html'>I love watching home decorating shows. It's exciting to see a room go from drab and ordinary to colorful and fabulous! I especially like the 'surprise' reveal at the end when you get to see the home owners' reaction to what has been done. Sometimes they love it and other times they're not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day a designer cleared out a young family's living room of all their baby paraphernalia to give them a sleek, modern new look. Basically they painted the walls gray, put a stick in a jar, centered it on their coffee table and called it a day. During the reveal you could see the young mom's disbelief as she tried so hard to mask her disappointment. I imagine she wanted a warm, comfortable space to raise her little family. What she got was a cool, modern room without much furniture and a large choking hazard as a centerpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they asked the young mom what she thought of the room, she simply said “I guess anything is better than how I had it.” My mental wheels screeched to a stop. What? How is ANYTHING better than the effort she had already made? That idea really burnt my toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that kind of stinkin' thinkin' that we all seem to get wrapped up in. 'So and so could do this better than I can' or 'I don't know how to make it happen so I shouldn't hope for something better'. What are we telling ourselves? Have we lowered our expectations so much and so often that we don't really care how things turn out? Do we not want more for ourselves or our situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young mom was surrounded by people telling her that everything was fabulous. Yet you could see on her face this was not her wish fulfilled. She wanted something different, didn't express her feeling and took what she was given. Can you relate? Have you given up on a hope or dream because you don't see how it could possibly work? Have you lowered the expectations you have for yourself? For others? For God? Remember that the hope in your heart that aligns itself with God's will was put there BY GOD! He gave you the dream in the first place. His expectations haven't lowered one bit for you. Is it time to ask God to rekindle your dream? Or maybe to ask for a new one?  Trust me, God is an amazing Dream Giver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5340176786877203598?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5340176786877203598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/lowered-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5340176786877203598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5340176786877203598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/lowered-expectations.html' title='Lowered expectations'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6909625421410134094</id><published>2010-11-22T07:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:12:21.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'to-do' list</title><content type='html'>“Did you put the turkey in on time?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you remember the little timer thingy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's there on the side, you can't miss it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, the wine. Did you pick up the wine?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yep, I got it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What kind did you get?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't know...a red, a pink and a yellowish one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop! You are driving me crazy! I have no idea why we ever host anything for your family because it makes you a basket case. You need to stop freaking out!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg was right. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do I get so stressed out about having my family over?&lt;/span&gt; I love them and don't get to see them much. There's just something about being all 'Martha Stewart' that makes me frantic. My mom and sisters are able to pull off amazing dinner parties effortlessly. They make beautiful centerpieces, serve gourmet dishes and mouth watering deserts. Here I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown with a husband who's fed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God I need a little help here. I'm irritated and tense. Please give me a new perspective!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop for a minute and just listen to the silence in the house waiting for my new perspective to arrive. Another minute passes...nothing. Assuming God was busy elsewhere, I went back to my 'to-do' list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - check the Jello. I made the Jello first thing this morning so it could just chill out in the refrigerator until the meal was ready. I gave the bowl a little jiggle to check the consistency...nice and firm. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmm, it started as a liquid but has become so much more with just a little time and patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - bake the crescent rolls. I do believe the world would come to an end if we didn't serve crescent rolls at our holiday meals. The twisting may go awry and they look a little weird but their buttery, flaky goodness still melts in your mouth. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;These go to show even when things get twisted up they can still turn out beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - check the stuffing. I was amazed how much stuffing the turkey could hold. The turkey was filled to overflowing with the moist mixture of herbs, raisins and bread crumbs. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I guess we can choose what we're filled with; stress and anxiety or appreciation and gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 – let the pies cool. These will be the best part of the whole meal! A pumpkin, cherry and pecan pie were now cooling on the baking rack. What a sweet reward for all the hard work. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God, You are so faithful in rewarding our efforts when we work with all our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang and soon the whole family had arrived. My stress and tension was gone and I was able to relax and enjoy the day. God's peace blanketed the entire house. It was the best Thanksgiving celebration we'd ever had. I took a moment of silent thanks for each blessing as it came to mind throughout the day. But I was most thankful for the new perspective God gave me through a simple 'to-do' list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6909625421410134094?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6909625421410134094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6909625421410134094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6909625421410134094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-list.html' title='The &apos;to-do&apos; list'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8116284916811831795</id><published>2010-11-15T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:33:33.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I received a special gift from some sweet friends this week. My friend, David, noticed that the journal I write sermon notes in was almost full. While he and his wife Sharon were out shopping one day, he felt led to buy me a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, God had been laying an idea on my heart. A few years ago I began writing a Gratitude Journal. Each day I would find a few things I was thankful for and write about them in a journal.   Sometimes they were just basic things: my health, my family, my job. Other times it was extremely specific: someone's motives, an exact word of encouragement, a cool breeze on a hot day. As each day passed, God revealed more things to be thankful for and drew me closer to Him. I filled my journal and never got around to replacing it. That was enough to make me fall out of the habit and I've not done it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David intended to fill a need, but God used him to be a blessing. My new Gratitude Journal was born that day! My first entry listed my thankfulness for David and Sharon's obedience to God's prompting. The second entry was for a God that meets me in even the simplest of needs. Now a day hasn't passed without taking a few minutes to list a couple of things I'm grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grateful is a choice. It's easy to take things and people for granted. It takes effort to appreciate them. I encourage you to consider exercising your attitude of gratitude by trying a Gratitude Journal. Opening my mind, reflecting on my day and seeing how God's hand moved has been a huge blessing. It is making this humble heart softer toward His promptings. Isn't it time to start counting your blessings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8116284916811831795?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8116284916811831795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8116284916811831795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8116284916811831795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1038332190908916011</id><published>2010-11-08T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:05:15.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light...</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it, I don't always have a bright bulb! I'm embarrassed to say that the light bulb above my kitchen pantry has been out for almost 3 months. The day it went out I felt I was cooking in a cave. As each day passed it bothered me less and less until I didn't even notice it anymore. Somewhere along the way I just got used to preparing meals in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how proud of myself I was when I remembered to buy a replacement bulb at the store. My son, Jordan, ascended the ladder and screwed in the new bulb. I flipped the switch and instantly a bright beam shone forth. (I think I even heard the 'Ahhh' sound from an angel choir.) It was amazingly bright. I checked to be sure it was the correct wattage and the right size. I was a little shocked by how much brighter the kitchen was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think about the things in my life that can keep me in the dark. Lies I tell myself. Hurts that weigh me down. Sin strongholds that keep me bound up. But I can chose to replace my thoughts, my feelings and my actions. I can get rid of my 'stinking thinking' and trade it for God's word. Suddenly I'm basking once again in the radiance of His truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been living in the dark lately? Is it time to replace some thoughts, actions or feelings that have been blocking out the light of God's truth? Just like a burnt out bulb we can quickly get used to living in spiritual darkness. Take a look, you may have some replacing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1038332190908916011?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1038332190908916011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-there-be-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1038332190908916011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1038332190908916011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let there be light...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7140523277652582034</id><published>2010-11-01T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:23:35.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the Pain</title><content type='html'>I have a theory that there are three types of pain in our life: sudden, chronic and residual. Some of us have a high pain threshold while others are side lined at the smallest twinge. Regardless of our tolerance to the pain, what are we doing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden pain&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of pain that you don't see coming. It hits you out of the blue in the middle of your daily activities. But the impact of it can drop you to your knees. I get this a lot in the form of shooting back pain, stubbing my toe, and dropping my laptop on the top of my foot (that was NOT pleasant). But it can also come in the form of betrayal, insult or physical harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic pain&lt;br /&gt;This is the dull, nagging pain that we manage to live with. We alter our lifestyles to accommodate the pain and avoid some activities all together. My right knee gives chronic pain that I've had to adjust to. I have to avoid stairs as much as possible if I want to be able to actually bend my leg at the end of the day. I have also had to give up kneeling on that knee altogether, but God understands and accepts a variation in worship. I've spent time with those who are coping with the chronic pain of addiction in themselves or loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residual pain&lt;br /&gt;Residual pain and chronic pain seem to play in the same sandbox in my mind. They are both pain that you live with and, in many cases, adjust your life to accommodate. But residual pain is the pain that radiates from a hurt deep within your spirit. For some it could be abuse as a child or being victim of assault. For years I had the residual pain of making a poor choice with horrific consequences and my behaviors were altered because of it. For others it may words of rejection that replay over and over in their minds. Feeling unworthy of affection or 'less than' those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's sudden, chronic or residual, we all suffer with pain. How we react to it, however, will make all the difference in our life. When we take our pain to God and lay it at His feet, He makes the choice to take away our pain or use the pain to strengthen us. Either way, God makes us better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kinds of pain you're going through in your life, perhaps several kinds. I pray that you will take that pain, no matter how big or small, and lay it at God's feet. He longs to love you through this and bring you healing according to His purpose. He is the Great Physician and loving Daddy that wants only the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“But as for me, afflicted and in pain— may your salvation, God, protect me.” Psalm 69:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7140523277652582034?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7140523277652582034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/fighting-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7140523277652582034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7140523277652582034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/fighting-pain.html' title='Fighting the Pain'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5056150862819679915</id><published>2010-10-25T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:38:56.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy with a chance of glory</title><content type='html'>As I drove to work the other morning, I noticed a little cloud cluster between me and the sun. The white fluffy clouds were just big enough to block the rays that would shine down on me. But the edges of the clouds were a beautiful golden glow because the sun simply could not be contained. Soon the clouds drifted away and the full radiance of the sun was blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about a few times in my life that clouds blocked my view of God. Sometimes they form like large billowy thunder clouds. Layer after layer of one thing and then another form a thick barrier between me and God's radiance. Conflict cracks like lightening bolts and I cringe as the thunder becomes deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times the clouds create a gray overcast. There's no tumultuous storm, there's just a hazy indifference. These clouds usually show up when I haven't been in fellowship with God. I allow my schedule or priorities to slowly separate me from God's presence and the clouds roll in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what the clouds look like, the sun is still above them. When a dark storm rolls into our neighborhood, the sun doesn't run off and take shelter. No! It remains high in the sky whether we see it or not. That's the amazing thing about the sun, it remains constant regardless of our weather condition. Just like God. He is above our cloud cover, above our storm constantly loving us through the storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a situation in your life hanging like a cloud between you and God? Does it feel like a small cluster of clouds, a raging storm or completely overcast? Has it been awhile since you've seen the Son? Felt His warmth? God is above your storm and in His perfect timing He will break through the clouds with His radiant glory. Are you watching for Him...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.” Psalm 57:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5056150862819679915?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5056150862819679915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/cloudy-with-chance-of-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5056150862819679915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5056150862819679915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/cloudy-with-chance-of-glory.html' title='Cloudy with a chance of glory'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9186994454033797770</id><published>2010-10-18T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:36:47.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But God...</title><content type='html'>My hometown in Texas may be flat, but I've been seeing a lot of mountains lately. I'm not talking about the picturesque kind with grassy fields and breathtaking views. I'm talking about the hard, cold, ragged mountains that loom over us when we least expect them. Several of my friends and I are all standing at the base of our mountain wondering how to get over it. There are marital mountains, financial mountains, faith mountains...you name it. Funny how no matter what kind of mountain, they all still look the same. And they all can be overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are gearing up to take on the challenge. While others are feeling completely defeated by it. My situation felt overwhelming until God reminded me that I'd been here before. The mountain may have risen from a new scenario but the end result will still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't value myself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God&lt;/span&gt; brought a man into my life to remind me that I'm loved. I was entrenched in my sin &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God&lt;/span&gt; redeemed me and made me clean. I was a newer believer &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God&lt;/span&gt; put me in a position of leadership and continues to work through me. I didn't have a lot of marketable skills &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God&lt;/span&gt; provided a job for me. I didn't have anything to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but God&lt;/span&gt; gives me His words. I thought that no one would listen&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; but God&lt;/span&gt; brought you to read this today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain ahead of you may seem momentous but God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9186994454033797770?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9186994454033797770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9186994454033797770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9186994454033797770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-god.html' title='But God...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4265366398558675193</id><published>2010-10-11T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:21:28.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through to motions</title><content type='html'>“This is stupid, it's not like we're moving now. Why do I have to pack up all MY stuff? You're not having to get rid of anything.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sixteen year old son, Jordan, is clearly thrilled about preparing for our family move. If you've ever sold a house you know all the prep work that needs to take place to make the house 'show ready'. Step one: clean his closet. Step two: dust his furniture. Step three: start making his bed every morning. That's it! Three easy steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of a sixteen year old boy, here's how those steps are apparently interpreted. Step one: take everything you hold dear and angrily shove it into boxes until the closet is empty. Step two: ignore step two because you did it two weeks ago and think it looks 'fine'. Step three: begin living in prison where a quarter will be dropped on your bed daily to see if it will bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his eyes glassed over and he switched to auto pilot to just get it done, Greg and I stepped in for a heart to heart talk. The issue may not be resolved but at least it makes a little more sense in Jordan's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed last night thinking about all the times that I have reacted just like Jordan. God will give me instructions and I will mindlessly do what He's asked. And that's only when I finally get around to doing it. God provides limited information to support His request, I just have to be obedient and do it. But like every good parent, God doesn't just want me to go through the motions, He wants me to be engaged in what I'm doing. God's not required to make sure His instructions make sense to me, I have to have faith that there is a greater purpose behind the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving God a ½ way effort is the same as flat out defying Him. He expects the task to be done in a certain way, not until I feel it's 'good enough'. My standards aren't even close to God's standards. When He asks for me to give someone my coat, He expects me to offer them my shoes as well. When I think of giving someone my coat, I offer the one I wear the least or didn't like very much. I don't even think about offering my shoes too, I just gave them my coat for goodness sake! Sound familiar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to often my first step in obedience will be to count the cost. What does this cost me to do? Time? Money? Energy? None of which I have in abundance. So why is God taking from me to give to someone else? Ever had that conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God demands a reoccurring obedience. He wants a certain discipline to materialize in me. Just like the daily making of the bed, God wants me to prepare myself for the day ahead. Engage my mind and heart into His plan and instructions instead of rolling out of bed and rolling with the punches. Ever had to face that type of obedience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God expects obedience but He blesses engagement. Have your eyes glassed over as you are going through the motions? Has God instructed you to do something that you're giving a ½ way effort? Are you obedient to what God says but just enough to get by? Or not even doing it at all because it doesn't make sense in your mind? Stop! That's not what God's asking you for. When you fully engage in the task at hand God has a blessing for you and others. Trust me, you won't see it through glassy eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Remind the people to be subject to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to do whatever is good” Titus 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4265366398558675193?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4265366398558675193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-through-to-motions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4265366398558675193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4265366398558675193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-through-to-motions.html' title='Going through to motions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8983451825995889976</id><published>2010-10-04T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:25:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off balance</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling you get when you've gone on a really fast roller coaster with twists and turn and loops that make you feel all dizzy? It's a good feeling for a minute or two but then your adrenaline kicks in and everything feels normal again. Imagine having that dizzy feeling for several days. Every time you turn your head, stand up or sit down you feel like you're back on the roller coaster. Unfortunately, that is exactly what my last week has been like. Swelling in my inner ear created an issue with my equilibrium and gave me the 'fresh off the roller coaster' feeling for 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not always been a fan of roller coasters, but I have always enjoyed spinning and twirling! I remember as a little girl I loved to spin on the carousel playground equipment. I would shriek in delight as my playmates spun me faster and faster until the world was just a huge blur. I learned that all I needed to do to make the world stop spinning was put my feet on the ground. The world would suddenly stop spinning (although the headache would hang on for another half hour or so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same opportunity today that I did as a little girl. When my world is spinning out of control and I'm feeling disoriented and confused, I speak God's word over the situation. God is my foundation so speaking His truth grounds me again. The spinning stops and things begin to make sense. This past week anytime I was feeling dizzy and out of control I just put my foot on the ground and thanked God for providing firm foundation. I felt centered again and the spinning stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been feeling dizzy lately? Are situations in your life spinning beyond your control? Do you feel off balance and disoriented? God's got a cure for that! Ask Him to give you scripture to hold onto so you can be instantly grounded in Him when you begin to feel disoriented. The roller coaster of life can make your head spin, be sure you know exactly Who grounds you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure.” Isaiah 33:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8983451825995889976?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8983451825995889976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8983451825995889976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8983451825995889976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-balance.html' title='Off balance'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-68146522807771379</id><published>2010-09-27T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:26:01.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights to guide you</title><content type='html'>I have a strong dislike of driving in the rain. That dislike is only surpassed by driving in the rain in the dark. So you can imagine my excitement when the sky opened up and began to pour as I dropped my daughter off at school at o'dark 30 for a volleyball tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for safety begin flowing out of me like water. I could barely see a thing and was continuously blinded by the oncoming traffic. My hands clenched the steering wheel as I rigidly focused on the unlit road ahead of me. A large semi truck sped past, pulled into my lane and continued to cruise along. The lights on the back of that semi were all I could see and they guided me through the steady rain. When I saw the lights swerve, I knew I would soon need to swerve with the road too.  Soon I was at my exit and we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merged into the traffic on the frontage road. Traffic consisted of one car. I once again followed the tail lights as we traveled the dark roads together. When the car reached it's destination and turned off the road the rain stopped. God had led me through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What storms are you in the midst of right now? God's word promises that He is there with you. He will not leave you! Pray that you will see a glimpse of Him in the midst of your storm and then trust His plan for you. Our God is Mighty and can conquer your storm! Until He does, allow Him to guide you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." Deuteronomy 31:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-68146522807771379?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/68146522807771379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/lights-to-guide-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/68146522807771379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/68146522807771379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/lights-to-guide-you.html' title='Lights to guide you'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7074337328691618656</id><published>2010-09-20T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:09:14.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>When I was a small child my family briefly lived in Tucson, Arizona. I don't remember much about it other than it was Africa hot and I became really good at catching little lizards. I also remember that there was a neighbor lady next door who always seemed to be in the middle of every childhood tiff. Her response would always be the same, “Remember the Golden Rule: 'Do onto others as you'd have them do onto you.'” I was about 6 or 7 years old at that time and had no idea what 'onto' meant. I chalked it up to 'stop doing whatever it is that you're doing and play nice.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about 10 years and now I'm in high school dealing with two girls that had issues with, well, everyone.  As I sat in Algebra listening to the girls berate a classmate for what seemed like the hundredth time I finally reached my limit. I decided enough is enough and I started dishing back what they were dishing out. No one had ever stood up to them like that before. With a few choice words, a brief skirmish in the hallway and 3 days of detention, it was finished. The girls kept to themselves for the rest of the school year and we developed a mutual respect for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult I'm shocked at how self centered and thoughtless others can be. But in those times I'm usually the one being self centered and self righteous. The girls in my high school didn't want to anyone to treat them the way the treated others. They believed they could act any way they wanted and it would never come back around to them. But unfortunately, that's just not the case. It's a very simple concept – give what you want to get back. If you want people to be rude and nasty to you, be rude and nasty to them. If you want friends who are good to you, be good to them first. Do you want blessings? Be a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to ask...what have you been receiving lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life.”  Galatians 6:7b-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7074337328691618656?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7074337328691618656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/golden-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7074337328691618656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7074337328691618656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/golden-rule.html' title='The Golden Rule'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2169416982296390754</id><published>2010-09-13T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:29:08.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on God</title><content type='html'>Are you a newer believer? A seasoned spiritual veteran? Somewhere in between? Regardless of where you are on your faith journey at some point you'll find yourself waiting on God. These times can be the most frustrating but also the most fruitful. You may not have the power of choosing God's timing in the matter but you do have the opportunity of choosing how you're going to behave while you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting in a doctor's office waiting room. There are several patients in the room of various ages each needing the doctor's help in their own way. On this day, the doctor is running behind schedule and the wait is longer than normal. A woman in her twenties scowls as she sends a continuous stream of text messages growing more and more irritated by the wait. A four year old boy wiggles and whines getting up and down out of his chair constantly asking his mom if they can just go home. An elderly gentleman sits very still as he reads his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we come to God with our prayers and situations, we take our place in the waiting room. The difference is, God never runs late! He's never behind schedule, He's just not on OUR schedule. So which patient do we represent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twenty year old. This is the believer that does not like to be inconvenienced by God's time table. She understands that she needs God in her situation, but the longer she has to wait  the more frustrated and angry she becomes. Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four year old. You would assume that this represents a new believer that hasn't grown in their faith. I like to think of him as the believer who becomes uncomfortable with the position he finds himself in and wants to run. He wants to be anywhere but here. Because 'here' is too hard. 'Here' takes too much faith. 'Here' is a turning point in his faith walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly man. This man came prepared. He allowed the time in his day and he brought a book along so he would enjoy the time . He's not concerned with his own agenda and time table because he knows that what's coming is worth the wait. We assume that wisdom comes with age. But believe me, that's not the case! Wisdom comes by learning from life lessons. It comes from remembering what God has done in your past so that you can be confident in what He'll do in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, each one of us have been each one of them. We've lost all patience, we've wanted to run away from the situation and we've had times of being still and trusting God. But which one are you today? In this situation? The Great Physician will tend to your needs but how you behave while you wait on Him is entirely up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God.” Psalm 38:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2169416982296390754?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2169416982296390754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-on-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2169416982296390754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2169416982296390754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-on-god.html' title='Waiting on God'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8954801528159494304</id><published>2010-09-06T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:41:51.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I worth?</title><content type='html'>I sitting here my head held low&lt;br /&gt;trying not to let my feelings show.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I'm angry. I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;The rush of emotions make me even more mad.&lt;br /&gt;All of these feelings makes everything dark&lt;br /&gt;At the very center lies a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;“How can I measure my worth?&lt;br /&gt;By income? By things? By position at birth?&lt;br /&gt;What must I do so that others may see&lt;br /&gt;that I am an asset and make them want me?”&lt;br /&gt;I asked God my question and patiently waited&lt;br /&gt;then into my heart He lovingly stated:&lt;br /&gt;'Your life is not measured by what you can hold.&lt;br /&gt;It makes little difference if you're young or you're old.&lt;br /&gt;What matters most are the things you can't see&lt;br /&gt;You're valued because your life glorifies Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you struggling with your worth today? Are you fighting the urge to give up? Where you are today matters to where you'll be tomorrow. This time is not wasted and God is your biggest fan. Keep going...there's more here than you can see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8954801528159494304?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8954801528159494304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-am-i-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8954801528159494304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8954801528159494304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-am-i-worth.html' title='What am I worth?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-4012724418963688056</id><published>2010-08-30T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T07:01:17.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I stay or do I go?</title><content type='html'>This weekend marked the five year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Several Sunday morning news broadcasts were reporting on the condition of New Orleans after the storm and still today. It was humbling and sad to see the rows of abandoned homes no longer fit for human inhabitants leaving over 50,000 people displaced. Many of the homes looked normal from the outside but the flood waters left the insides muddy and moldy. Seeing all the abandoned neighborhoods left me with a feeling of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of all the damage, there sprang forth new life. One reporter's story focused on the families that came back to the area and began rebuilding. This was where their dreams were rooted so they would not abandon New Orleans like so many others did. Cleanup, construction and repair is beginning to breathe new life into the area. Some areas are already back to their former glory while others are starting over with a completely new look and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about how I respond to the storms in my own life. Do I let the high winds and pressure cause me to abandon my dreams and seek safer ground? Or do I endure the storm and begin rebuilding on the foundation that God laid? What do you do? Let's think about it together for a minute. You may not have had a life storm that could potentially throw you off your axis yet. Or maybe you have and you're still standing in the rubble. How will you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel a storm brewing? Are you in the midst of one now? Or are you on the backside of the storm wondering what to do with the broken pieces? God wants us to cling to Him in the midst of our storms and not let go until our feet are on dry land. Have you lost your dream or is this the opportunity to build it better with God as the foundation? Let's roll up our sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-4012724418963688056?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4012724418963688056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-i-stay-or-do-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4012724418963688056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/4012724418963688056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-i-stay-or-do-i-go.html' title='Do I stay or do I go?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-893449190035196241</id><published>2010-08-23T07:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:34:02.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you deficient?</title><content type='html'>It's time to share a secret about myself that not many people know... I'm lactose intolerant. There, I admit it. For the last two years I have had a love/hate relationship with milk. I love milk, milk hates me. It probably started much earlier in my life, but it wasn't until the last few years that I realized that this issue was real and it was impacting my life. Knowledge is so powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I have had to modify my life a bit because I'm lactose intolerant. Nothing drastic, but I see the biggest difference anytime I'm away from home. I try to bring my 'milk free milk' as my family calls it along with me whenever I can. As you can imagine, most of the time it's an inconvenience and I leave it behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being deficient of anything will quickly take it's toll on our body. Whether we are lacking necessary nutrients or a daily infusion of God, the effects can become obvious quickly. Our body and our mind is designed to inform us when we are lacking something it needs. I know by day three of not having my lactose free milk, my nails become weak and break easily. While by day three of not spending time with God, I'm snarky and react to things negatively. Just as the milk strengthens my body, time with God strengthens my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling a little deficient lately? Has your body been telling you it needs something? More sleep, more protein, more exercise? Has your soul been telling you it needs something too? More time with God, the living water of His word, time spent in worship? It's easy to ignore the signs, but when we give our body and soul what it needs, that's when we will flourish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him." John 7:37b-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-893449190035196241?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/893449190035196241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-deficient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/893449190035196241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/893449190035196241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-deficient.html' title='Are you deficient?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5749696851721637063</id><published>2010-08-16T07:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:13:44.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing</title><content type='html'>My family just got home from a week long Caribbean cruise. We've cruised several times and love it! There are tons of activities, games, contests, shows and of course food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights on board my husband Greg and I decided to partake in one of our favorite foods...sushi. It was very tasty and we quickly snarfed down several pieces before dinner. By the time we arrived at dinner we were already feeling pretty satisfied so nothing on the menu sounded very good. We went ahead and ordered, ate again and went about our evening. The second night of having sushi before dinner I noticed that not only was I not very hungry for dinner, I didn't enjoy it very much when I was there. I picked at my food and didn't appreciate all the hard work that had gone into making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're inundated with appealing options, it's easy to overindulge! Whether it's tasty food or too many activities, it is possible to have too much of a good thing. On board we were presented with options – you could do as many or as little of the activities as you wanted. You could have as much or as little of the food as you wanted. It was all about options and the decision was entirely yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true in the 'real world' as well. Now is the time of year when kiddos head back to school and their schedules start filling up. You can do as much or as little of those activities as you want. It is still all about options and the decision is still entirely yours. How many sports are your kids going to play? Are they going to participate in church youth group? Will they still have time to spend with friends? Will you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the activities during our cruise, I found the hardest thing to do was have time to myself. I wanted to be with my friends and family. I wanted to participate in all the fun stuff. But I rarely took time to be alone and commune with God. Sure, I thanked Him for all the opportunities and the beautiful things I saw but I didn't just take time alone with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you create your schedule for the upcoming fall, consider not overindulging. Fewer options and 'have tos' will allow you to savor those experiences. Allowing each family member to have some down time built into every week will refresh and rejuvenate them and truly enjoy the things they are involved in instead of simply running on all cylinders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5749696851721637063?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5749696851721637063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-of-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5749696851721637063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5749696851721637063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3711456056863548670</id><published>2010-08-08T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:58:54.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following directions</title><content type='html'>Today has been an adventure! In preparation for our family vacation, my husband got directions for our hotel online. We were traveling across 4 states so we wanted to be sure we knew which way to go. The directions seemed simple enough and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours later, we realize that the directions were not entirely accurate. They did eventually get us where we needed to be, but in a crazy round about way. The printed directions referenced routes it was familiar with, but not the route that was most direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting our 45 minute goose chase to find our hotel get under my skin, I started thinking about how often I've caused myself to go 'out of the way'. God's word is true north in our lives but how often do we only do most of what it says? We get around to what God told us to do but we make certain to do it our way and in our timing. How many extra hours and countless miles have we traveled trying to get around what He has instructed us to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us our comfortable with the beaten paths we are already familiar with. We hesitate venturing into the unknown because we're so comfortable with where we've already been. So often we'll miss blessings that God has for us because we don't follow the direct path He's laid before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's directions are tried and true. He has proven Himself a faithful guide and can lead us to His promises if we'll put down the map we think we know and follow the one who laid the path. He has an amazing journey for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me." Psalm 43:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3711456056863548670?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3711456056863548670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/following-directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3711456056863548670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3711456056863548670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/following-directions.html' title='Following directions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2892185650227603614</id><published>2010-08-02T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:33:08.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to harvest</title><content type='html'>It's hay baling time! Have you noticed lately that all of the open fields seem to have large rolls of hay sitting on them? It's the time of year when we have more heat than rain, which is exactly right for baling! A rancher friend of mine told me that if they don't bale the hay at just the right time it can still have too much moisture which will get hot and actually catch on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things jumped out in my mind: hay has to be harvested in the right season and what's inside matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmers are very specific about when the hay is harvested. During the spring the grass is lush and tender as it pops out of its winter bed. As the summer progresses (especially in Texas) the fresh green grass begins to dry out. Once it's almost completely dry, it gets cut and left to continue the drying process. We're just like that hay. We start out all fresh and green, pretty but not useful. Only after we grow and season do we become something that God can use to 'feed' others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moist hay will rise in temperature as it's being compressed until it get so hot that it actually becomes a fire that consumes the whole bale. Have you ever had something burning inside of you that seemed to make your temperature rise to the point that it consumed you? I have and the feeling is terrible! This one thing that we try to 'stuff down' inside grows and grows until it has impacted every area of our lives. It can be anger, hurt, guilt...you name the negative emotion and it can consume you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we allow God to prepare us for the harvest, He will protect us from combustion. God seasons us with life lessons and His word so that we can be 'food' to those who are hungry. We learn how to be more about Him and His harvest. Part of that process is allowing God to bring His light to every area of our lives. The moist dark place can only spark a fire if we allow it to stay inside of us. Secrets and sin don't have a foothold in us if we open those struggles to God and allow Him to heal us. Only then will we be used for His greater purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2892185650227603614?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2892185650227603614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2892185650227603614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2892185650227603614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-harvest.html' title='A time to harvest'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1726574152291808928</id><published>2010-07-26T07:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:17:03.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry of friendship</title><content type='html'>This weekend was amazing! Not just for the anointed message I received through gifted speakers. Not just for a very comfy bed in my hotel room. But for the precious time spent with a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just like so many other people: I work, I have kids, I serve in my church, etc... and I allow myself to get too busy for one thing that enriches my soul – my friends. God brings people into our lives to walk beside us, support us, encourage us and give us a big dose of reality from time to time. Do you have a person like that in your life? If not, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty easy to count out reasons why we're too busy to invest time in another person. Life is demanding and it will take every minute from you if you haven't budgeted how you spend your time. But if you're not investing in someone else...who's investing in you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll confess, I've allowed myself to be too busy to spend time with some of the people most precious to me lately. Having the opportunity to spend with a dear friend was like rain falling on sun scorched land. I didn't realize how dry I was and how much I missed sharing life with a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling parched? Do you have some stuff in your life that you've been dealing with that you need a friend to stand beside you in? Do you need someone to believe in your dream with you? God gives us the gift of friendship. He chooses who we do life with but we have to nurture those relationships. Just like a plant won't bloom without water, our friendships need a little TLC to become beautiful. Friends aren't a 'have to' they're a 'get to'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” 1 John 4:10-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1726574152291808928?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1726574152291808928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/ministry-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1726574152291808928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1726574152291808928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/ministry-of-friendship.html' title='Ministry of friendship'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8980485388598383028</id><published>2010-07-19T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:22:21.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the Pace</title><content type='html'>The traffic flowed at a normal pace for a Wednesday. Everyone was on their way to work just like any other day. While listening to the morning radio banter, a white flash caught my eye. I saw it moving closer and closer bobbing and weaving between the cars until suddenly it blew past my door. The white Mustang was letting all it's horses run and was probably going about 90 by this time. Suddenly wheels squealed to a halt, smoke from the tires filled the air and the Mustang was at a stand still – stuck at a  red light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, part of me felt that 'Hot Rod' got what he deserved. He arrogantly weaved through the cars as if he was too important to be in the normal flow of traffic, who did he think he was? I felt a little self righteous seeing him at a complete stop while several of us minions passed him and kept going on our way. But then God made me see it another way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Doesn't he remind you of someone?'&lt;/span&gt; God spoke to my heart. I suddenly remembered all the times I've been that white Mustang. Bobbing and weaving, taking care of business, getting things done. Each right move brought just a little more arrogance, getting more and more full of myself as I went along. I would be clicking on all cylinders when suddenly – a stop light. It would usually appear at an inconvenient time and would completely ruin my momentum. I was totally humbled by the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long to realize the stop lights came from God. It was His way of reminding me that I was running ahead of His plan and purpose for my life. He doesn't intend for me to be a showy race car zooming through people's lives and leaving them in the dust. He wants me to go with the flow of traffic. When I move at God's pace I am more aware of when I need to change lanes or let someone in ahead of me. He prompts and I have time to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you catching a lot of red lights lately? Think you may be running ahead of God? The frustration that comes from stopping and starting can be avoided if we allow God to set our pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyone who runs ahead and does not continue in the teaching of Christ does not have God; whoever continues in the teaching has both the Father and the Son.” 2John 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8980485388598383028?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8980485388598383028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/setting-pace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8980485388598383028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8980485388598383028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/setting-pace.html' title='Setting the Pace'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7951942643753213084</id><published>2010-07-12T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:04:30.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have to??</title><content type='html'>I can always tell when it's time for my little dog, Daisy, to get a bath because she starts smelling like a cracker. She enjoys getting a bath but the process can take awhile and involves several steps. This is why my kids don't like doing it...it's a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requesting that Daisy gets a bath is a process too. Rarely will she be bathed on the same day that I mention it's bath time. We usually go through the 'do I have to?' and 'I don't have time today...' and even 'can't you just do it?' questions before the kids reluctantly give in and give her a bath. Usually by that time I'm  feeling a little snarky and I'm just glad to have it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like that with my Heavenly Father all the time. He will lay something on my heart that may be uncomfortable or inconvenient and I start saying 'do I have to...?' Then there are days that He'll prompt me to reach out to someone who's on my mind and I come back with 'I don't have time today...' But I think I frustrate Him the most when He is trying to grow me by having me try new things but all I say is 'can't you just do it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my kids would just wash the dog when I ask the first time I would be so pleased that I would treat them to something special. How many times have I missed extra blessings because I didn't do what God asked me to the first time? Obedience isn't about wanting to do it, it's about God wanting me to do it. However, obedience is a process too. I don't have to want it, understand it or even agree with it...I just have to do it. Eventually I will want to, I'll understand why and I'll whole heartedly agree with the reason. But until then I need to just do it! Hmmm, I have a feeling that I'm not the only one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.” Isaiah 55:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7951942643753213084?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7951942643753213084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7951942643753213084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7951942643753213084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-i-have-to.html' title='Do I have to??'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2123418888893190857</id><published>2010-07-05T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:49:47.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Lessons</title><content type='html'>I just got back from spending a few days at the lake with my family. I'm so thankful that God will reveal Himself when we look for Him! Here's a few things He reminded me of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live like fish, stay in groups.&lt;/span&gt; There's safety in numbers and we strengthen each other. We're designed to live in relationship and life is so much better when we go through it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You can't judge the depth of something (or someone) just by looking at it.&lt;/span&gt; As we skimmed across the lake, sometimes our depth finder would read 135 feet and then other times it would read 6 feet but the top of the lake always looked the same. People are that way too, assuming someone is deep is just as bad as assuming someone it shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes clouds are protecting you from getting burned!&lt;/span&gt; Our first day on the lake was cloudy with a few rain showers. There was no lightening and we were planning to get wet anyway, so we went boating despite the ominous clouds. It was our best day of boating and no one was sunburned! The next day the sun came out and I got completely fried even w/ consistent sunscreen application. The point is, sometimes God chooses to give us what we need instead of what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you choppy water or calm water?&lt;/span&gt; I noticed that there were several areas of the lake that were calm and glassy while other areas were rough and choppy. The same breeze was blowing in both areas but the calm water seemed to have a peace about it that the rough water didn't have. Regardless of our situation, we can either be calm water or choppy water. We can reflect the turmoil and frustration going on all around us or we can reflect the peace that God provides through the Holy Spirit within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enjoy the sunset.&lt;/span&gt; I've always been a fan of sunsets! Each one is unique and exquisite, a true blessing from God. He paints a masterpiece each day for us, we only need to take a minute to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that God is ever present in your life. Ask Him to show you something in the 'every day' with new eyes...you'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, 'We have seen remarkable things today.'” Luke 5:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2123418888893190857?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2123418888893190857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2123418888893190857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2123418888893190857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-lessons.html' title='Lake Lessons'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-3756224519171887090</id><published>2010-06-28T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:38:25.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bird in the tree</title><content type='html'>There's a tall, spindly Live Oak tree in my backyard. It’s only about two years old and you can practically see right through the thing.  We live on the rolling countryside so the tree is usually bent over from the steady wind. Greg has staked it down a few times, but the top limbs would still bend and bow. I was beginning to lose hope that the tree would flourish until I saw a bird sitting on one of the limbs. While the top limbs danced and swayed in the wind, the bottom limbs  were still and offered a perfect resting place for a weary traveler. The tree was so well rooted that  although the top limbs blew around in every direction, the thicker bottom limbs are steadfast and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith life can be just like that tree. Problems of the world can throw us off our axis, ruffle our feathers and cause our limbs to bend and bow. But deeper in us lies a faith that everything will turn out for the good. There's a peace that's found only by being rooted in Christ. His Holy Spirit provides the resting place in our soul, the calm in the storm. Are you focusing so much on how the tree bends that you don’t notice that there are birds perched in the limbs? Are you only seeing  the problem at hand without noticing the blessings that are there as well? In the midst of your struggle, God is showing up and blessing you in very unexpected ways. Are you watching for the birds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore we do not lose heart…for our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-3756224519171887090?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3756224519171887090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/bird-in-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3756224519171887090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/3756224519171887090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/bird-in-tree.html' title='A bird in the tree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-9194302532918717941</id><published>2010-06-21T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:01:55.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the point of failure</title><content type='html'>Ever pushed yourself to the brink of your ability? Have you ever gone as far as your can and then expected yourself to go just one step more? My husband and I have started a new workout program. We workout to a video each night that focuses on a different area of your body. But, to begin the program you first have to go through a series of exercises that you do 'to the point of failure'. I'd never really heard of doing that before, I'm not really up on exercise lingo. But basically it means that you do that particular exercise until your body simply can't do it anymore. Then you write down how many you did and at the end of the complete workout series, you go and do the same exercises 'to the point of failure' again to see the improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you and I have a tendency to live 'to the point of failure'? Don't we attempt to do things in our own strength and only reach out to God when it becomes more than we can handle? I know that I can easily get in the habit of trying to handle my daily life on my own while turning to God for the big stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're only exercising our faith muscle when we've reached our 'point of failure', we're missing the point! God isn't a 5 hour energy drink, He's the Living Water. He doesn't step in at our 'point of failure', He's there from start to finish equipping us to keep moving forward. Are you allowing God to strengthen your faith muscle or are you using Him as a spotter, just on stand by in case you need Him? What we can accomplish in Christ is far greater than what we can accomplish on our own...ready to workout your faith??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-9194302532918717941?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9194302532918717941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-point-of-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9194302532918717941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/9194302532918717941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-point-of-failure.html' title='To the point of failure'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8855594008331502749</id><published>2010-06-14T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:31:28.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>Are you a dreamer? Do you allow yourself to have secret (or not so secret) aspirations of what you hope to become in your life? Do you believe it can really happen or is it just the thought that your mind wanders to when you feel overwhelmed? Have you talked with God about your aspirations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's world, dreams seem to fall by the wayside. They get trampled on by busy schedules, a lack of resources and not enough time. When I was a younger woman starting my own way in the world, it didn't take long before the world was having it's own way with me and my dreams began to quickly fade away. But that's not how it's supposed to be! God put hopes and dreams in our hearts that were seemingly impossible for us to attain, but entirely possible for Him! There's just one question... does your dream ultimately glorify God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grows and equips us in a unique way so that our dreams can become reality! He allows us to defy gravity of this world to experience His supernatural strength and power! What I mean is, God removes the worldy weight, the barriers and obstacles that keep us held down so that we can soar. When we are able to rise up to accomplish our dream, God is glorified! He's the one who gave us the dream to begin with, we just have to trust Him and persevere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's keeping you from defying gravity? Lack of time? Pray and ask God to extend the hours of your day. Lack of energy? God's waiting to infuse you with His strength. Lack of ability? God equips each for the purpose of our calling. Afraid? God has won the victory over evil, if He is for you who can stand against you?! He has you and you can do this! Are you ready....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8855594008331502749?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8855594008331502749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/defying-gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8855594008331502749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8855594008331502749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8323736750639402645</id><published>2010-06-01T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:10:07.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual yard work</title><content type='html'>I love a nice yard! When each blade of grass is thick and green like a stretched out blanket that calls for you to come lay down on your back and watch the clouds roll by. My front yard is finally(I'm happy to say) just such a yard. But it didn't just happen overnight, it took a lot of work! Our first spring in the house we spent 'family time' sitting out in the yard pulling weeds. Every night after Greg got home from work we'd head out to the front yard with a plastic grocery bag and each person had to pull enough weeds to fill their bag. We knew that if we let the weeds stay in the grass, they would spread and eventually choke out the good grass. Our weed pulling expedition soon transitioned into a grub hunt. We'd gather and kill the nasty grubs living in the grass. If we didn't get rid of the grubs, they would eat the roots of the grass and kill it. All in addition to the countless hours that Greg spent giving the grass the right mix of water and nutrients...it's been a labor of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a well kept yard is just like having a well kept spirit. Being able to say 'it is well with my soul' comes with some effort on our part. The enemy comes to destroy what we have but we don't have to let him! With a little spiritual yard work we can have the peace that God intends for us. Start by taking time to pull out the weeds of anger, unforgiveness and doubt. By not choosing to pull them out we will allow them to spread and impact all areas of our life. Next make sure to kill the 'grubs' that eat at you and steal your joy. Things like being judgmental of others and yourself. Then be sure to give your spiritual yard what it needs...living water and nutrients from God's word. Before you know it, you'll have the best spiritual yard on the block! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8323736750639402645?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8323736750639402645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/spiritual-yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8323736750639402645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8323736750639402645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/06/spiritual-yard-work.html' title='Spiritual yard work'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6976874863965045060</id><published>2010-05-24T06:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:49:18.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Perspective</title><content type='html'>The other morning my toothpaste lid rolled across the vanity counter, onto the floor and under the bathroom cabinet. The cabinet is raised and has feet so, of course, the lid rolled all the way to the back by the wall. Frustrated, I got down on my hands and knees to retrieve the lid. As I reached under and grabbed the lid, I also caught an unwanted dust bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but I don’t put a lot of time or attention to making sure the area under my bathroom cabinets are dust free. But after practically laying upside down to retrieve the wayward toothpaste lid, I’m deciding to give it a little more attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God allows us to see the things we forget about or take for granted in a new way. He has a unique ability to turn us on our axis to completely change our perspective.  God knows how to get our attention and shows us a new perspective for our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you may have some spiritual dust bunnies that may need to be cleaned up? Is there anything that may have built up over time because it’s been ignored? Anything been ‘out of sight, out of mind’?  Things like unforgiveness, anger or bitterness are not only spiritual dust bunnies, but they seem to breed new ones. When you’ve chosen to ignore the dust bunnies, God will give you a new perspective to remind us that it’s time to clean it up! What needs your attention??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” Psalm 139:23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6976874863965045060?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6976874863965045060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6976874863965045060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6976874863965045060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-perspective.html' title='New Perspective'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6454042796316343743</id><published>2010-05-17T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:05:30.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations...</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to work listening to a favorite local radio station the other day, I heard a rather strange conversation between the radio announcer and a contest winner he was calling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Congratulations _________, you’re our Teacher of the Month!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Oh great!”&lt;/span&gt; she said politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“You’ve won $1000!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“That’s nice.”&lt;/span&gt; she states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“In addition to the money, you will also receive…”&lt;/span&gt; (he began showering her with gifts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“What a nice treat, thank you.”&lt;/span&gt; she replied with minimal excitement in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point they wrapped up the call and I sat in my car completely amazed that the woman had not been whooping and hollering, crazy excited about being chosen for such an honor! How was it possible that she not be more excited or perhaps even emotional about receiving such a selfless gift?  I thought about all the times a similar conversation has taken place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Congratulations _________, you’re loved and chosen!”&lt;/span&gt; God proclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Oh great!”&lt;/span&gt; we say politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Your gift is eternal life with Me in Heaven!”&lt;/span&gt; God continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“That’s nice.”&lt;/span&gt; we state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“In addition to Heaven, you will also receive…”&lt;/span&gt; (He begins to shower us with Spiritual gifts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“What a nice treat, thank you.”&lt;/span&gt; We reply with minimal excitement in our voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re given an amazing gift through Jesus Christ, yet somehow we seem to lose our excitement about Him. We can receive what He gives with a polite smile or with complete abandon. He wants us to be crazy excited and sold out for Him. Enthusiasm is contagious and there’s nothing more thrilling than the love of Jesus Christ. Let’s go be excited about Him today! Can I get a woot woot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”  John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6454042796316343743?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6454042796316343743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6454042796316343743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6454042796316343743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-8674840952169200222</id><published>2010-05-10T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:03:24.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Fast</title><content type='html'>While sipping coffee from my travel mug, I sit in a long, twisting line of cars all waiting for a train to cross. From my vantage point I can see the end of the train and there are only about 15 or 20 boxcars still to come, so I relax for a minute and begin flipping through a little daily devotional that I keep in the center console of my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in a small SUV several cars ahead of me must have gotten tired of waiting and decided to just turn around. I thought this was rather odd because we hadn’t been waiting very long and, as she drove past glancing at her watch, I watched the end of the train go through the crossing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she would have only waited, she would be moving forward by now heading in the right direction. Instead she will be going several miles out of her way to find another crossing that will get her to the other side of the tracks. All because she couldn’t bear the wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think of all the times I’ve been that woman. Instead of holding fast and having faith, I lose my patience and try to find a short cut. All the while I miss out on the blessing that God provides when I wait on Him. By the way…God really dislikes short cuts, it’s not His thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made more work for yourself because you were impatient? In the end, did it turn out your way or God’s way? You would think by now we would understand that when God says ‘Wait…’ there’s a reason. That means He’s up to something and it is usually for our benefit and His glory.  I know the ‘train’ can seem so long and be painfully slow, but have faith that no matter what you’re going through, the train will pass and the blessing will come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I waited patiently for the LORD; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD.” Psalm 40:1-3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-8674840952169200222?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8674840952169200222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/hold-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8674840952169200222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/8674840952169200222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/hold-fast.html' title='Hold Fast'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7882399363904381820</id><published>2010-05-03T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:44:36.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One decision away...</title><content type='html'>What comes to mind when you think of hell? A cartoon red horned devil running around with a pitchfork and a tail? Or perhaps an evangelical preacher thumping on the Bible as he warns about the flames of hellfire licking at your feet? Or maybe just a dark void of nothingness that you prefer not to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is we are all one decision away from an eternity in hell. So does that mean if you cheat on your taxes or cut someone off in traffic that you’re heading to hell? What about telling a lie even if you’re trying to spare someone’s feeling? Oh, oh… and what about not telling the cashier when she gives you too much change back? (Are you hearing the ‘Highway to Hell’ song playing in the back of your mind?? I am.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the answer to all of these questions is ‘no’ because none of these are the ONE decision that we need to make to avoid hell. Point blank – the ONLY way to avoid going to hell is to confess that Jesus Christ died for your sin.  The decision is to accept what has already been done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking ‘I’ve already accepted Jesus’ death for my sins so I’m covered’ but let’s think about the people in our lives that may not have made that decision yet. The people who are still thinking that if they are a good person or do good things, that will be enough. They’re the ones on my heart right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God laying someone on your heart that may not have accepted what Jesus died to give them? Are you nervous about having a conversation with them about it? Ask God to give you the words that are tailor-made for them. It’s the most important conversation they’ll ever have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that can do no more. But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after the killing of the body, has power to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him.” Luke 12:4-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7882399363904381820?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7882399363904381820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-decision-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7882399363904381820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7882399363904381820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-decision-away.html' title='One decision away...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7313046304805327008</id><published>2010-04-26T06:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:40:59.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a grazer?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it looks like God’s teaching us another lesson from the bovine world. When we last spoke, our cow friends were having a bit of a tiff and one of the cows was left out of the herd.  They’ve since mooved past their issues and are all together as one happy family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove by their pasture the other day and saw a pretty familiar sight. All of the shiny black cows were grazing on the lush green grass of the field. They happily munched the tender blades while completely ignoring the buzz of traffic that rushed by. Their heads stayed low and their focus steady as they accomplish what they’d come to do…get their fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God fills you just like the grass fills the cows. He wants a relationship with you that draws you into Him for all that you need. He asks only for your attention and to have His will be your main focus. He provides for the cows with fresh, green grass but He provides for you through His word and Holy Spirit. When you consider God in your choices and spend time in His word, you are grazing on His goodness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cows get their fill on everything that God provides, but do you? Are you continuously going back to God for sustenance? Or are you so busy watching all the cars drive by that you forget why you’re in the field? Maybe it’s time to start grazing on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love.” John 15:9-10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7313046304805327008?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7313046304805327008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-grazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7313046304805327008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7313046304805327008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-grazer.html' title='Are you a grazer?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6769832694431799147</id><published>2010-04-19T06:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:57:40.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay in the Herd</title><content type='html'>Ten black cows snoozed in a lush green field. A few feet away one cow slept all alone causing questions to rattle around in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was there some cow drama going on?” &lt;br /&gt;“Was the little cow cast out of the group or was she just taking a much needed break from everyone?” &lt;br /&gt;“Was she just a ‘loner’ cow that didn’t quite fit in?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘mom’ in me wanted to know why the little cow was not peacefully slumbering with the rest of the herd.  I hated the idea of this little cow being all alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran several scenarios in my head that could have caused the separation and found that each situation was a scene from my own life: The teenage drama that would hang heavy like a dark cloud over a sunny day; the constant chatter that I would find myself wanting to escape from; the hard reality of not fitting in with the group you longed to be a part of. Geez, no wonder the cow wanted to mooove out of the herd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Jesus would leave the ‘herd’ to be still before God and pray. He needed time alone to reflect on all God had been doing and allow God to prepare Him for what still needed to be done. Jesus knew leaving the group so that God could whisper to His spirit would be beneficial for everyone but He was always certain to rejoin His friends when He was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created us with the herd mentality, we’re just better together! Are you currently part of a herd? Or are you sitting just a few feet away by yourself? Have you realized that the herd you’ve been hanging with may not be right for you? It’s important to spend time alone with God, but He also wants to love you through others…and that’s no BULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:9-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6769832694431799147?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6769832694431799147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/stay-in-herd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6769832694431799147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6769832694431799147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/stay-in-herd.html' title='Stay in the Herd'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7352078279240662169</id><published>2010-04-12T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:27:17.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>My husband, Greg, is on a health kick. He’s spending more time on the treadmill and has started eating salads for lunch (which is an astonishing since he had only eaten maybe 10 salads in his life so far…) He’s determined to shed a few pounds and lead the family into a healthier lifestyle. It’s been said that in a balanced diet ‘you can have things in moderation’, but it’s the moderation part that trips me up. I prefer to stop at the ‘you can have things’ part of that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Greg works off the 10 lbs or so that may have accumulated over the last year and a half, I’m trying to chisel off 1/3 of my body weight! Although our goals are distinctly different, we both have to say no to foods that we like and that, quite frankly, make us happy. He’s a meat and beer-asaurus and I’m a chocoholic so we both consistently need to deny ourselves those indulgences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have something that you need to start denying yourself of? Have you been enjoying something that just isn’t good for you? I have to disagree that ‘you can have all things in moderation’ because so many of us lose sight of what healthy moderation truly is. Sometimes we just have to say ‘no’. For example, a good friend of mine just celebrated his fourth year of sobriety this week. He’s the first to testify that sometimes omission, not moderation, is what’s required to have a healthy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew how to say ‘no’ to the things that held no value so He could say ‘yes’ to the things that would matter for the kingdom. He knew that the things He would give up could not compare with the benefits He would gain! We have the opportunity to follow His lead. The first step is denying ourselves of the things that stand between us and God so we can gain what is truly beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it.”Luke 9:23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7352078279240662169?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7352078279240662169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7352078279240662169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7352078279240662169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-1763984368650875386</id><published>2010-04-05T07:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:10:29.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you talking about?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I took a journey to another time and place as I watched Fiddler on the Roof for the first time. Now, I did have to watch it in three sections as I did not have one large 3 ½ hour chunk in my day to watch it all at once, regardless I am so glad that I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not familiar with the story, let me recap a little. Tevye, his wife and their five daughters live in a small village of Anatevka in Ukraine on the eve of the Russian Revolution. Tevye is a poor milkman whose daughters begin to make increasingly unconventional choices that move further and further from tradition. This forces Tevye to decide if he’s flexible to change or if he will stay rigid in the traditions he has always known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times throughout the movie, Tevye loads up his donkey and walks around the village delivering the milk for the day. As he does, we’re privy to some of the conversations that Tevye has with God. Tevye talked with God about his joys, his struggles, thoughts and ideas…pretty much everything! What stood out the most about that was the perfect balance between familiarity and reverence that Tevye had for God. He was fully aware of the deity he was speaking to, but knew God intimately enough to be real with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tevye also included in God in almost every conversation he had. He would take a minute to pause, consider the situation and chat with God about it for a minute. Now in the movie this would ‘freeze frame’ the other person while he talked it out with God to make the conversation he was having in his head make sense to the audience. It was as if he was measuring each situation against God’s yard stick to see what he should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Tevye’s conversations with the Lord were one sided, but Tevye had faith that the God he loved was listening to him even if he didn’t get what he was asking for. He was content with whatever the Lord gave him… joy, struggles, love and heartbreak. He would make comments like “Riches are the evil of the world, oh if I could only be so cursed! I would carry that affliction all of my days…” Tevye talked with the Lord as if He were a friend while always maintaining the respect that the Lord is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do your conversations with God sound like these days? Do you tell Him the feelings that are in your heart or do you assume He already knows? Are you sharing joys and hurts with Him? Is God your best friend or an acquaintance that you run into once a week? He longs for you to be real and talk with Him. Be honest if you’re angry with Him, He can take it! Share the things that bring you joy as well as the things that scare you. He’s waiting to talk with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:12-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-1763984368650875386?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1763984368650875386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-are-you-talking-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1763984368650875386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/1763984368650875386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-are-you-talking-about.html' title='What are you talking about?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-6941744623559752031</id><published>2010-03-29T07:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:04:44.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The bigger picture</title><content type='html'>I’ve been hearing a lot of stories lately about families who are standing at a fork in the road. They are considering new jobs, investment opportunities, a new chapter in their lives and even new places to live. Although each situation and crossroad is unique, the questions they are asking are the same, “what is the bigger picture?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personal thoughts, dreams and goals are similar to a basic sketch…it’s black and white. We usually know pretty clearly what we’d like to accomplish and who we want to be. But then we add in the thoughts, dreams and goals of our spouse and now a little more dimension is added creating a picture. Next we consider the thoughts, dreams and goals of our children, other family members and friends and even more shading and dimension are added to the image creating more depth and background. Finally, and most importantly, we consider God’s thoughts, dreams and goals and we are able to more clearly see a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing about the masterpiece that God is creating us to be is that it continues to evolve over time. The simple black and white sketch that could be found on the back of a cocktail napkin today can become the next Monet years from now. God can do that! The hopes and dreams that we have for our lives are not there by chance, they are there by design. What we fail to realize is that our lives are a journey, not a destination. We live in the process and are only made perfect when we are seeing Jesus face to face in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does all of this have to do with forks in the road? Simply this: we have to consider the bigger picture. Opportunities present themselves but if they are not in the right season of your life they can become more of a curse than a blessing. By looking at your life in the mindset of God’s masterpiece, you will be able to more clearly see the choice that is right for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths” Psalm 25:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-6941744623559752031?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6941744623559752031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/bigger-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6941744623559752031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/6941744623559752031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/bigger-picture.html' title='The bigger picture'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-5385960401433064474</id><published>2010-03-22T07:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:11:16.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is a re-post from last week. Last week was Spring Break for a great majority of school districts and it was recommended to me that this message was worth repeating for those who missed it! As always, feel free to browse the archived blogs to revisit those that you may have missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction Manual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon found me sitting in the middle of my living room floor with my daughter, Paige, assembling bar stools. It was a beautiful day outside, but because my son and my husband were taking on the first yard mowing of the season, my allergies dictated that I find an indoor activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige did a great job taking the lead and reading through the instruction manual and then explaining how to do each step. We had several stools to assemble so having one source of instruction was extremely helpful! Step by step we took all of the smaller parts and pieces and intricately attached them to the places they were designed to fit into. It was interesting to see how the odd little pieces that looked so random on their own had such an important part in the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God assembles each of us, He uses the random bits and pieces that we see little value in or don’t even understand and uses them for a specific purpose. The things you are doing today may not seem valuable, but in fact they are an intricate part of who you are becoming. Some experiences are used for foundation, structure, comfort, and yes…even bling! (Okay, so you may argue the ‘bling’ part but I’m referring to the things about us that make us appealing to others, so for the sake of this conversation we’ll call it bling.) I know most of my readers, and trust me, you have bling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what role it plays, what you’re walking through right now matters to the person God is making you to be! Although you’re not reading the instruction manual yourself, you can allow yourself to receive your instruction from God as your one source. Have you asked Him what He wants you to learn from your present situation? Do you trust that He has a purpose for it? We may not have an instruction manual for our lives like we would to assemble a bar stool, but God has a plan all the same. He wrote the manual and He knows how He intends to assemble you. Hmmm, that sounds like a good topic for a Bible study…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29:11-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-5385960401433064474?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5385960401433064474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/instruction-manual_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5385960401433064474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/5385960401433064474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/instruction-manual_22.html' title='Instruction Manual'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-2981383666849437725</id><published>2010-03-15T07:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:08:42.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon found me sitting in the middle of my living room floor with my daughter, Paige, assembling bar stools. It was a beautiful day outside, but because my son and my husband were taking on the first yard mowing of the season, my allergies dictated that I find an indoor activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige did a great job taking the lead and reading through the instruction manual and then explaining how to do each step. We had several stools to assemble so having one source of instruction was extremely helpful! Step by step we took all of the smaller parts and pieces and intricately attached them to the places they were designed to fit into. It was interesting to see how the odd little pieces that looked so random on their own had such an important part in the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God assembles each of us, He uses the random bits and pieces that we see little value in or don’t even understand and uses them for a specific purpose. The things you are doing today may not seem valuable, but in fact they are an intricate part of who you are becoming. Some experiences are used for foundation, structure, comfort, and yes…even bling! (Okay, so you may argue the ‘bling’ part but I’m referring to the things about us that make us appealing to others, so for the sake of this conversation we’ll call it bling.) I know most of my readers, and trust me, you have bling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what role it plays, what you’re walking through right now matters to the person God is making you to be! Although you’re not reading the instruction manual yourself, you can allow yourself to receive your instruction from God as your one source. Have you asked Him what He wants you to learn from your present situation? Do you trust that He has a purpose for it? We may not have an instruction manual for our lives like we would to assemble a bar stool, but God has a plan all the same. He wrote the manual and He knows how He intends to assemble you. Hmmm, that sounds like a good topic for a Bible study…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29:11-12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-2981383666849437725?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2981383666849437725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/instruction-manual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2981383666849437725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/2981383666849437725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/instruction-manual.html' title='Instruction Manual'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-7007200680583502130</id><published>2010-03-08T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:51:04.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The road of compromise</title><content type='html'>I'd like to share an insight I've recently been taught with you. A few weeks ago, I attended my church home's ladies retreat. I had the pleasure of listening to Paige Henderson, co-founder of Fellowhip of the Sword ministry. She had several wonderful lessons but one thought in particular struck a cord with me and I'm thinking it might for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige talked about the compromises we make in our life. In her example she shared that sometimes God will call us to go down a certain road in life (she used local Hwy 377 as her example) but we decide to take a road that parallels the road of our calling (for example, taking Rufe Snow instead). Both roads can eventually get you to the same place in the end, but the things you see and experience will be different. On Hwy 377, you may have more opportunities and things available to you but you chose Rufe Snow because there's less traffic. Rufe Snow may have less traffic, but you will probably encounter more potholes and stop signs. Both roads have their pros and cons but only one road is the one that's been chosen for you by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take the 'parallel road', you are often still within God's permissive will (remember that from last week's blog??) but you are not in God's perfect will. You are most likely missing out on experiences and blessings that God has for you.  Regardless of the condition of the road you're being called to travel, God has a reason for having you go down it! It may be lonely, boring, desolate, hectic, difficult...insert any adjective you want to use, there's still a reason He wants you to travel your own road. Perhaps you won't see it now, but you will appreciate it later because it will have equipped you for the hope God has for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where are you? Are you traveling the road God has called you to or have you chosen a parallel road that's similar to what He asked you to do? From one traveler to another...let's find our way to His perfect path, not ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-7007200680583502130?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7007200680583502130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-of-compromise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7007200680583502130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/7007200680583502130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-of-compromise.html' title='The road of compromise'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665981204824984730.post-462812280772595169</id><published>2010-03-01T06:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:03:23.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual curling</title><content type='html'>Last night my family watched the closing ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympics. There were so many athletes and events that we were completely in awe of and we didn’t even get to see them all. But our family now has a new favorite winter sport…curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game&lt;/strong&gt; - The basic goal is to get a large orb (called a rock) as close to the center circle of a target at the other end of the track as possible. Similar to a dart board, there is a small circle with an outer ring surrounding it. Any rock that goes outside of the rings doesn’t count for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Team&lt;/strong&gt; - the team consists of the shooter who pushes the rock down the track, sweepers who help direct the rock as it approaches the target and a coach who helps them discern the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I watched the sport with my family one night, God began to show me how much curling represented our spiritual walk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I saw the shooter consult with the coach, I thought about how that’s just like how we look to God for instruction and encouragement. Through prayer and meditation on His Word, God speaks His will into our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the shooter positions herself, aligns her body with where she wants the rock to go and then curls (pushes) the rock. This represents our efforts to be obedient to God’s instruction, sometimes we are going in the right direction and sometimes we miss the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rock heads toward the target, it gets directed by the sweepers. The sweepers reminded me of all the people that God brings into our lives to help direct our path and encourage us to keep going in the right direction. They want us to succeed and give their best effort to help make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary target is the center circle. This could be considered as God’s perfect will for our life. To reach it you need to be specific in how you ‘curl the rock’ and it is valued the highest because it is the hardest to obtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secondary circle could be considered as God’s permissive will. This is an area that is easier to obtain and still has value, yet may not have been exactly the hope that God had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area outside of the target could be considered everything that is outside of God’s will. This is where the strongholds of sin and pride can be found and are things that have no value to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we may try to curl a perfect game, we have to remember that we face an opposing team that wants to knock our rock out of the circle of God’s will. Our competition (Satan) is crafty and skilled and is constantly strategizing against us. Fortunately, we are part of a winning team with a Coach who knows what it takes it crush our opponent…in fact, He’s already won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Accept instruction from his mouth and lay up his words in your heart.” Job 22:22&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665981204824984730-462812280772595169?l=jennifermersberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/feeds/462812280772595169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/spiritual-curling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/462812280772595169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665981204824984730/posts/default/462812280772595169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermersberger.blogspot.com/2010/03/spiritual-curling.html' title='Spiritual curling'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13902960857050100331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osnzLry8Vaw/Tspw3lGvOfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSarpd4QrHI/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
