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My belly hurts, I mean stomach

visioncgbc | November 14, 2008 10:29

Last night was great. It was sort of last minute and spontaneous, and needed. Sometimes as adults we really don’t see the forest of our friends for the trees of everyday lives. We went to the Southern Christmas Show. Holly had gotten some discounted tickets, and so 5 couples went. I love to go to this kinda stuff with Richard simply because he knows how to work the food samples so that he gets more. This is how it goes. He approaches. Someone says, “Would you like a sample of (whatever)?” “Na.” “Oh. You simply must try it.” “It looks good, but no thanks.” “Oh, please try it.” He then tastes it with a sort of doubtful look. “Man, that stuff is awesome!” as his plan is now in full force. Then he gets three times the normal sample. It’s so funny. Last night he actually walked away with a bag of chips that were being used for samples. How did he pull that off?? But it was so fun. Just a few hours away can do so much.

Ashley B. kept the kids. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Chloe ate before we went. I took three cookies, pretty big for them to snack on. When we got back Chloe said she had a blast. The cookies hadn’t been touched, so I brought hers home. This morning she woke up and as we were getting ready she said “my belly hurts.” If you know Chloe at all, you know her history of severe stomach problems, so I was concerned. I realized though that this was most likely a result of her eating dinner early, and probably just being hungry this morning. I told her to hurry up and get ready, and then she’d have plenty of time to eat. Things turned momentarily dramatic, and then she got ok. She said “I remember when I was in kindergarten. I used to be embarrassed to use the word belly because I knew that I should stay stomach.” What?? Do you understand how intellectual this child is? This speaks volumes to me about her.

The other night we had a gentleman at our church speaking to us truth about the lie of evolution. A lot of people may have thought “Not this again. I’ve heard all this before”, but I could tell Chloe was really into what he was saying, and after the program was over, she went to the table of fossils her brought and seemed very interested. The next day when I asked her what she thought of it, she said “It was awesome!” You see Chloe deals in fact. She’s an in-the-box thinker. So, this man breaking down lies that have been taught and are continuing to be taught in school in a factual way makes a huge impact on her thinking. For her, this kind of thing in needed. She’s over the top smart. For me, not so much. I just accept things (sometimes to my downfall) because sometimes things don’t register with me like they do with her.

Romans 1:2
The sacred writings contain preliminary reports by the prophets on God's Son. His descent from David roots him in history; his unique identity as Son of God was shown by the Spirit when Jesus was raised from the dead, setting him apart as the Messiah, our Master. Through him we received both the generous gift of his life and the urgent task of passing it on to others who receive it by entering into obedient trust in Jesus. You are who you are through this gift and call of Jesus Christ! And I greet you now with all the generosity of God our Father and our Master Jesus, the Messiah.

Jesus was unique. The apostles were unique. A doctor. A fisherman. Why not all doctors or all fisherman?? Was a doctor better or more valuable than a fisherman? No. Just different, but very needed. See the mind of a doctor may have thinking patterns different than that of a fisherman. My thinking and your thinking and Chloe’s thinking are unique for the purpose of Christ. Your brain, your body, your being were created exactly how Christ wanted them.

Roger and I had a brief discussion Wed. night on the differences in people. I believe that

different people are to serve together united in Christ. We are made with a purpose and a plan. God never expects us to do anything or be anything that he hasn’t given us the ability to do. I told Roger the other night that I want to begin to live my life with the understanding that I am responsible for me. Period. If we would live with this truth our lives would change. It would bring so much freedom. You might say “Now wait, you are responsible for your kids.” That’s true. But my responsibility it to do what God tells me to do in the rearing of my children. Their choices are there own ultimately. I spend so much time feeling guilty, feeling worried, feeling responsibly if things don’t happen a certain way. I mean things I have no control over, other than prayer. Prayer is what we can do. But the control is that person’s, and they are under the control of God. Don’t waste your time, your energy, your health, your life worrying. Trust me. It doesn’t do anything, but cause gray hair, headaches and premature wrinkles.