Gigi's Blog

Are you one of those people who have  clean cabinets and clean closets?  A person whose Tupperware is neatly stacked with lids actually on?  A person whose refrigerator would never include out of date food, or leftovers several months old??

Oh.  Ok.  Well good for you.  Well, I'm not.  I clean out my cabinets and closets only by necessity.  When I can't find clothes on the floor, or my refrigerator smells, or my lids don't match, and I'm out of foil and saran wrap.  Only when forced.  What's so funny and typical and me is that after I've invested the time to clean out, I never invest the time to maintain.  Never.  Isn't that stupid?

When I was a kid my mom would get so sick of it she'd ground me until I'd cleaned out everything in my own room, which at the time seemed so unfair and difficult (boy, if I'd only known how simple it was to maintain one room in a house).  I turned into a professional "crammer".  I'd shove everything in my closet or under my bed, spray the dusting polish in the air and voila!  I was ungrounded.  I'd get away with it until she opened my closet door!

You know sometimes my spiritual life is like that.  I paint on pretend joy, stuff all my hurt and problems and sin way down and proceed to go on with my life.  Just hoping that no one will go in my closet, thinking God won't open that door.  He won't know.

Luke 11:39Then the Lord said to him, "Now then, you Pharisees clean the outside of the cup and dish, but inside you are full of greed and wickedness. 40You foolish people! Did not the one who made the outside make the inside also?

What is your primary concern in your spiritual appearance?  It's difficult to believe sometimes, but there's not one piece of clothing, not one hairstyle, car, house, or any material thing that impress God.  He's the creator of it all.  He knows were humans, he made us.  But our inside is of utmost importance to Him. Let your entire being be clean, so that whatever part of you is on display, it's found pure.

Well.  I'm here.  I'm tired.  I'm sleepy.  But, I'm here.  I'm assuming you know that I'm referring to my current place of employment! 

My weekend was good.  Friday I was crazy tired.  I don't really know why.  But, Sat. was fun.  We got some paint for the hall.  We picked out a table.  But that was window shopping, and window shopping was fine.  The Bible says that He gives up hope for our future.  That's what I had as we were looking, hope for our future.  We had a meal and headed to the Southern Christmas Show .We didn't buy anything, and that was ok too.  We were just enjoying samples and time together.  Smelling candles is free, and just think of all the calories we burned by twisting those lids off!!  My stent was giving me grief, and I think I went to the restroom 10,000 times!  

Sunday church referenced I John, which is a very inspiring instruction book on living an outgoing Christian life.  Roger talked about boldness before the throne!  To know the will of God and be able to say "I'm ready for it! I want it, You want it.  Let it happen according to Your will."  According to this passage, we can have total and absolute certainty that Jesus Christ lives in us!  Do you have that certainty right now?  If you don't, you can.

I John 3:19-24 This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence 20whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.21Dear friends, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God 22and receive from him anything we ask, because we obey his commands and do what pleases him. 23And this is his command: to believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and to love one another as he commanded us. 24Those who obey his commands live in him, and he in them. And this is how we know that he lives in us: We know it by the Spirit he gave us

You can know today beyond the shadow of any doubt. 

  http://www.billygraham.org/SH_HowToBecomeAChristian.asp

After the morning service Joel C. asked me if I'd sing Sunday night.  My usual  sickness in the pit of my stomach settled in after I'd said "Sure".  But, I did want to share the song I'd taken to the Write About Jesus seminar.  Nobody threw tomatoes at me or anything, so I'll take that as a good sign.

After the singing, I went to Vision for our lesson.  I was reminded of one of my favorite passages in the Bible in the morning service as I turned my Bible to I John 4:18.

I John4: 17-18God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we're free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ's. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

My prayer this morning for us both is:

God, help us to let love, becuase You are love, have run of our house.

Amen

Well today is my 11 yr. date anniversary.  Don't think I'm all romantic for remembering.  It's the day after Adam's birthday-every year!  I was in the choir and we were having a cook-out or something, I can't remember exactly.  But, I think we were supposed to dress up like a cowboy if I'm remembering correctly.  But, I'd had my eye on that Mark Pasour.  You know it didn't matter how much I  batted my eyes at him-nothing!  So, finally I just called on election night, '96. He was baking Adam cupcakes (in ice-cream cones) for his birthday. We talked for along time.  Neither of us were exactly sure of the other's age.  Ten years we discovered, but eleven years later anyone knows that he acts twenty years younger than me!  They day of the cook-out, it rained it out.  Was that divine intervention or what?!

We went to a movie and had dinner.  We found out our kids were exactly one year apart in age.  That was Nov. 9th '96.  April 26th, '97, we were married.  You know at the time it seemed completely normal.  Now being a bit older, I just wonder how many people were thinking "Are they crazy?".

We're going on an "anniversary date" tomorrow.  The actual day is today, but I knew I'd be so tired by 5:00.  So, we're going to go the Southern Christmas Show tomorrow.  That's right ladies, eat your hearts out-my husband is going to go with me to the Southern Christmas Show!  Now that's love! 

I'm definitely thankful to God for Mark and our marriage.  We have been through alot, and are still going through alot, but I know that God is with us, and it's gonna all work out. 

I'm working on a co-write for a song that's about marriage.  We've been looking at I Corinthians 13 to sort of shape the song.  When I read that I realize love and what most people's ideas of love are, are wrong.  I want to challenge myself to see the truth, and live it.

 The Way of Love

 1 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. 2If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. 3-7If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.

   Love never gives up.
   Love cares more for others than for self.
   Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
   Love doesn't strut,
   Doesn't have a swelled head,
   Doesn't force itself on others,
   Isn't always "me first,"
   Doesn't fly off the handle,
   Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
   Doesn't revel when others grovel,
   Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
   Puts up with anything,
   Trusts God always,
   Always looks for the best,
   Never looks back,
   But keeps going to the end.

 8-10Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.

 11When I was an infant at my mother's breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.

 12We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!

 13But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.

Last night when I got home from church, I turned the TV in my room to one of my new favorite channels-Discovery Health.  My favorite channel used to be Food Network, and it's easing back to that, but when you're so sick you can't even think about food, watching a TV channel about food doesn't work.  There are several whole grain cereal, health food commercials that come on this channel.  It came on last night, and I get madder and madder when I see it.  The implication in this commercial is that these employees of this health food company love nature so much that they go surfing and think of cereals to create while they are surfing.  They love nature so much they go to the jungle and ride a zipline that appears to be in the middle of Africa for no reason, so they can inspire themselves to create delicous food that tastes like cardboard.  But I think my favorite one is the guy who goes in the jungle and climbs a tree like the tribesman that lives in the jungle (cause they're such good friends) and picks this mysterious fruit that he's discovered to bring back to America, to put into this company's health food.  GGGRRRRR!!  Do not insult my intelligence health food company and try to tell me that your employees are going to Africa to climb a tree!   

I went downstairs in my anger and stress over seeing this boldface lie on TV, and gathered up handfulls of Chloe's Trunk or Treat candy to take upstairs and calm my nerves.  Guess what was coming on Discovery Health??  That's right, the show on the morbidly obese, as in 500+lb.  So I stuffed my face and stuffed and stuffed and stuffed.  Comforting myself with food.  Knowing it was wrong.  But, I mean those stupid cereal people, it was all their fault, right????

This is one of my specialties in life, I'm very good at it.  I blame others for my faults and hang-ups.  I point fingers, refusing to ever consider the problem is me. 

 Matthew 7:   1-5 "Don't pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. It's easy to see a smudge on your neighbor's face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, 'Let me wash your face for you,' when your own face is distorted by contempt? It's this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.

So today, I look in the spiritual truth of my dirty face.  Maybe I can wash it off, and then I'll be able to give the cereal company the spit-bath they deserve. 

Sorry.  I'm dumb, but you know that already!  I forgot to wish Adam happy b-day!  I think as I'm quickly going over memories of Adam and these past 11 years, I just think of how young he and Meagan were when Mark and I married.  It's always been funny when people used to tell me years ago (who didn't know they were step-sibblings) that they favored one another!  It really has always been amazing the bond between him and Meagan. Mark told me that his suite-mates had played a prank on him as a happy birthday, in which while he ws sleeping they decorated his room like a horror movie and woke him up at like 4:00 am and scared him almost to death!!  That's college life, I guess.  I can really tell Adam is maturing.  When he was home last and did so much to help me get ready for my last minute St. Louis trip, it was a more adult Adam, that's for sure. 

I love you Adam.

Today is awards day at Chloe's school.  And just so you'll know, she's improperly dressed.  She has on a short sleeve (gasp) shirt.  She only has a few long sleeved shirts, and didn't like any.  I told her she could wear her school shirt, but she didn't like that.  So she picked out a shirt and some jeans and I said "ok".  Please oh please don't tell Nanny Vickie.  Awards start at 1:30, which may prevent her from attending because of soemthing or other at her work.  So, I may get by with this.  Meagn needs me to pick up some pictures for her at WalMart and wants me to bring them to her school.  Don't know yet if I can pull that one off.  Just have to see.  I have no socks.  The only socks I ever have are the white ones in the multi-pack.  So, if I need something thin or dress socks, I always go through Meagan or Chloe's and "borrow" their seasonal socks.  So, my socks today are Chloe's Easter bunny socks.  No.  I'm not kidding.  Yesterday they were Chloe's Ked socks that didn't even match.  No.  I'm not kidding.

LIfe is so crazy sometimes isn't it?  So stressed.  Sometimes it's unfair.  Do you ever tell God how you really feel?  I mean he knows anyway, right?  When your circumstances aren't right, or what you want, if you follow Christ, don't you know that He can change them?  We often blame others for what God is in full control of.  I read Psalm 88 this morning, and said "wow!"  

Psalm 88

 1-9 God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
   Put me on your salvation agenda;
      take notes on the trouble I'm in.
   I've had my fill of trouble;
      I'm camped on the edge of hell.
   I'm written off as a lost cause,
      one more statistic, a hopeless case.
   Abandoned as already dead,
      one more body in a stack of corpses,
   And not so much as a gravestone—
      I'm a black hole in oblivion.
   You've dropped me into a bottomless pit,
      sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
   I'm battered senseless by your rage,
      relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.
   You turned my friends against me,
      made me horrible to them.
   I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,
      blinded by tears of pain and frustration.

 9-12 I call to you, God; all day I call.
      I wring my hands, I plead for help.
   Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
      Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
   Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
      Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?
   Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark,
      your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

 13-18 I'm standing my ground, God, shouting for help,
      at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.
   Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear?
      Why do you make yourself scarce?
   For as long as I remember I've been hurting;
      I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.
   Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life;
      I'm bleeding, black-and-blue.
   You've attacked me fiercely from every side,
      raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.
   You made lover and neighbor alike dump me;
      the only friend I have left is Darkness.

I love that last line:  the only friend I have left is Darkness. 

We all have seasons of darkness.  Often times people who don't go through or have forgotten about going through tell you to get over it on your own.  But I know better, and you should too. 

I had the best weekend I've had in quite a long time.  I thank God for it.  I do.  Friday night Mark asked me if i wanted to meet him and Chloe and grab dinner.  I said OK, but I felt so tired.  The entire week last week was just really exhausting.  I didn't do anything major, I'm just tired and felt a bit overwhelmed.  Ok, alot overwhelmed.  But Friday Mark has straightened the house up, and was determined to do everything he could to make my weekend great, and he succeeded.  Saturday morning I could've slept late, but Chloe's alarm for school went off and woke me, but that was fine.  Just to know I didn't have to go anywhere or do anything was great.  Rebekah was going to come over to spend the night with Chloe, and Holly called sort of last minute and asked about she and I taking all the girls to see a movie and maybe dinner.  We did.  It was just a great night.  Holly and I haven't really hung out in a while, and it was great.  She asked me what I'd learned most about everything I've been through lately.  I told her I thought lessons on forgiving.  But later on I though more about it, and realized another lesson I've learned is on trials and struggles.  I used to think in life we just went from struggle to struggle to struggle, and that was life.  But I now believe that God's plan is struggles that he delivers us from, trials with Him and answers for life heartache and pain.  I'm not suggesting everything in my life will always turn out the way I want it to, but I trust now that if it's in God's plan it's the best for my life.  So Sat. night was fun to be with my BFF, and then got home and Mark had went to the store per my list and bought some groceries.  He was a real sweetie the entire weekend, and I'm telling you not only did I notice, I felt like queen for the weekend, and very cared for, and it meant so much. 

Last night's Vision was very interesting and very good.  My lesson took some unexpected twists and turns that I wasn't prepared for, but really has given my some topics to prepare for.  I now know how Roger must feel when someone asks him an out of the blue question, other than I'm sure he can answer much better and quicker than I can.

My lesson was on choosing sides.

I Chronicles 12:16-18 16 Other Benjamites and some men from Judah also came to David in his stronghold. 17 David went out to meet them and said to them, "If you have come to me in peace, to help me, I am ready to have you unite with me. But if you have come to betray me to my enemies when my hands are free from violence, may the God of our fathers see it and judge you." 18 Then the Spirit came upon Amasai, chief of the Thirty, and he said:   "We are yours, O David! 
We are with you, O son of Jesse!  Success, success to you, and success to those who help you,   for your God will help you."  So David received them and made them leaders of his raiding bands

David was basically drawing the battle lines, and forcing these men to decide. I had bring up something I'd read a few chapters earlier, I Chronicles 10:13  Saul died because he was unfaithful to the LORD; he did not keep the word of the LORD and even consulted a medium for guidance. I think there's alot of this going on, well any is too much.  We toy around with new age junk, and call it a gray area.  Not. The bottom line is committment.  You can't be on both teams.  You're either on the team of Jesus or you're not.  It's that simple, even though it seems complicated.  He's our coach.  He tells us our position and which plays we will make.  Choose your team today.  But keep in mind, we already know who wins.

I just got back from my urologist.  We scheduled my test for 2 weeks from today.  They will remove my stent and then shoot some dye in and he'll know if my ureter damage is healed.  I'll be down that weekend.  But  I should be OK by Monday.  The surgery scheduler looked at me as she was scheduling this and said "I remember you."  I giggled and she did too.  Because what she really meant was "You're the one who I went to all the trouble to schedule surgery for who came in on the day of your pre-op and cancelled your surgery." I'm praying for a miracle.  For so many reasons.  I mean look, I'm not gonna lie about it, I want to be healed for my own sake!  But, also it will be such a testimony for all these people who say 1 to 2 percent chance to see me be that 1 pecent. 

You know it's so easy in life to become complacent.  I'm tolerating my stent pretty good, I'm trying to readjust to working, therefore the constant prayfullness for my healing sometimes has been forgotten.  But now I'm awake to my total need and dependecy on him.  As I was sitting in that office this morning, I realized that He is the great physician.  I realized that a Tylenol wouldn't even help a headache without Him.

Well, I don't want to rob my readers of the joy and laughter at my daily life, so today:

1. My still coughing child went to school with the equivalent of a windbreaker because she refuses to wear a coat.

2. My house has been left in a total mess every day since I went back to work, and Mark has resumed his Mr. Mom position in life.

3. We had to pay $110.00 (that's right, I'm not kidding) to the school so that Meagan can have a Sr. ad just like all the other kids.  I mean we can do without heat and food for a few days, right?

4.I'm still dreaming and hoping and praying for all things new.

Revelation 21

Everything New

 1I saw Heaven and earth new-created. Gone the first Heaven, gone the first earth, gone the sea. 2I saw Holy Jerusalem, new-created, descending resplendent out of Heaven, as ready for God as a bride for her husband. 3-5I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: "Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They're his people, he's their God. He'll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone." The Enthroned continued, "Look! I'm making everything new. Write it all down—each word dependable and accurate."

Trunk or treat, trick or treat, happy not-halloween?  We had our first ever trunk or treat last night.  I loved it, and I'll tell you why.  It lasted from 6:00 to 7:30, we reached alot of people and there was no major clean up involving me!  I was late (as usual) but Mark and my class had things under control.  I don't think there was any down time during the entire thing.  Vision had made up bags to invite anyone we thought might be a potential class member.  I think my favorite costumes of the night were the boxers with the black eyes.  Chloe decided that she'd wear one of her ballet outfits, and that was fine with me.  We didn't have to buy anything.  She seemed like she had a really good time, and I was very thankful, because the night before she was pretty sick.  When we got home last night she had to finish her book, and do homework.   She has to read a book for A.R. every day, and if they don't they get silent lunch.  Can you believe that!  The other night when she was so sick she'd had to take a nap, she woke up crying because she had to read a book.  I told her I'd send a note, but she said it didn't matter she'd still get silent lunch.  I became a lil' "fleshly" in that moment.  School's are gettting tougher and tougher, even for lil' ones.  But she read her book that night, and read it last night.  I guess she's like her mom, and the thoughts of not talking are a strong motivator.

You know last night is sort of a "shot in the dark".  We're giving out candy, telling people God loves them, inviting to church.  Not knowing what will come out of it.  But we did our part, that's the thing.  We're not responsible for their reaction, but we are responible for our action.

 The Story of the Seeds

 4-8As they went from town to town, a lot of people joined in and traveled along. He addressed them, using this story: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. Some of it fell on the road; it was tramped down and the birds ate it. Other seed fell in the gravel; it sprouted, but withered because it didn't have good roots. Other seed fell in the weeds; the weeds grew with it and strangled it. Other seed fell in rich earth and produced a bumper crop.    "Are you listening to this? Really listening?"  9His disciples asked, "Why did you tell this story?" 10He said, "You've been given insight into God's kingdom—you know how it works. There are others who need stories. But even with stories some of them aren't going to get it: 
   Their eyes are open but don't see a thing,    Their ears are open but don't hear a thing.  11-12"This story is about some of those people. The seed is the Word of God. The seeds on the road are those who hear the Word, but no sooner do they hear it than the Devil snatches it from them so they won't believe and be saved.  13"The seeds in the gravel are those who hear with enthusiasm, but the enthusiasm doesn't go very deep. It's only another fad, and the moment there's trouble it's gone. 14"And the seed that fell in the weeds—well, these are the ones who hear, but then the seed is crowded out and nothing comes of it as they go about their lives worrying about tomorrow, making money, and having fun.  15"But the seed in the good earth—these are the good-hearts who seize the Word and hold on no matter what, sticking with it until there's a harvest.

We were spreading seed last night, unsure of exactly the type of ground it would fall on.  But that's ok.  Some may suffer the fate of the seeds in the Bible story, but some may bring about a harvest beyond our wildest dreams! 

 See people today through the eyes of God.  Don't count someoby out just because you don't see a ripe well-oiled Christian Machine. It gives God glory to change a person.  If it didn't-why go to the cross? 

Well, the arguments have started.  Every year at this time my young daughter tells me that coats and jackets are not necessary for people unless they are going to be outside for extended periods of time.  I'm not sure if I totally disagree, or if I just care that people think "What kind of momma are you, not making your daughter (who is sick) wear a coat?"  But it gets so old, sometimes I just give up.  We compromised on a hoodie, which I don't even think is a compromise, that's me giving in, because a hoodie isn't a jacket.  I'll admit though I don't have true temperature gauging.  I'd say that my body temp is 10 degree less than normal.  She wanted to wear her East Elementary hoodie over her NC State jersey.  Well, we couldn't find it.  So, I started going through her closet and said "Why don't you wear you Duke hoodi?  It's pink, it matches.  She says "That makes no sense. I have on a Chapel Hill shirt."  But, she decides that sense Mark has a house divided tag on his truck, that she'll just have a house divided outfit on.  She's so smart and quick-witted.  Reverse psychology doesn't work on Chloe.  It never has. 

Last night Meagan attempts to apply to UNCG.  Well, she and I trying to do this-not a good idea.  She's to busy crying to do it, and I'm not smart enough to do it.  We click "send" and really shouldn't have.  I give it to Mark to add another what seems like billion dollar's worth of bills needing to be sent.  He's looking over it and informs me that we have applied for her to attend UNCG in Spring 2008.  Well great!  Now what do we do?!  Mark says he'll handle that part, and I've got to call the school and get her GPA.  She really needs to take the SAT again in Dec. , but the registration in by (I think) tomorrow.  Cap and Gown and announcements, and senior portraits, and college apps is alot.  I guess we forgot even though it's only been 1 year since we did all this. 

But I know that God has a plan for all of this.  Coats and college and careers and everything else.  I sometimes read Purpose Driven Life as a devotion.  So today I read day 30, which talks about our SHAPE for servanthood.  It was something I needed to re-read.  We were all created differently with intension and purpose in mind.  I mean academically-forget it!  Cooking-yes, songwriting-yes, teaching-yes.  There are other things I'm shaped for.  But the point I'm trying to make is that I'm not you, and God doesn't want me to be you.  You aren't me, and God doesn't want you to be me.  I'm trying to thank God that he created the both of us to be exactly who he wanted us to be.  Don't you find comfort in that?!  Boy I do.  Because this whole trying to become an entirely different person is not only tiring, it's useless and impossible. 

So my goal is to be the best me I can be-jacket and all!

Your hands shaped me and made me

Job 10:8

Friend Day was yesterday and it was just protected and blessed and successful because of the Hand of God.  I never got the count for 11:00 service, but Sunday School had over 500!  Vision had 20 people!  That's the most we've ever had, and I was really excited as well as our regular attendees. Roger looked totally releaxed and peaceful during the lunch!  Like he had the peace of God on his face. 

Yesterday during his sermon he referenced the story of Abraham and Isaac.  That reference ministered to me I think more than anything else.  I realized that sometimes to get to God's best we have to be willing to go through tests and struggles that make no sense, and at times may even cause us to question things.  

Genesis 22 

1 After all this, God tested Abraham. God said, "Abraham!""Yes?" answered Abraham. "I'm listening."  He said, "Take your dear son Isaac whom you love and go to the land of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains that I'll point out to you." 3-5 Abraham got up early in the morning and saddled his donkey. He took two of his young servants and his son Isaac. He had split wood for the burnt offering. He set out for the place God had directed him. On the third day he looked up and saw the place in the distance. Abraham told his two young servants, "Stay here with the donkey. The boy and I are going over there to worship; then we'll come back to you."  6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and gave it to Isaac his son to carry. He carried the flint and the knife. The two of them went off together.  7 Isaac said to Abraham his father, "Father?"    "Yes, my son."    "We have flint and wood, but where's the sheep for the burnt offering?"  8 Abraham said, "Son, God will see to it that there's a sheep for the burnt offering." And they kept on walking together.  9-10 They arrived at the place to which God had directed him. Abraham built an altar. He laid out the wood. Then he tied up Isaac and laid him on the wood. Abraham reached out and took the knife to kill his son.  11 Just then an angel of God called to him out of Heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!"  "Yes, I'm listening." 12 "Don't lay a hand on that boy! Don't touch him! Now I know how fearlessly you fear God; you didn't hesitate to place your son, your dear son, on the altar for me

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