It amazes me that we are celebrating another new year. My last blog was dated March 2012 almost two years ago. Time sure does fly.
I think about what this year has meant to me. God's grace and mercy was evident throughout the year. I have three healthy girls. Each have their distinct talents and personality. Each have their way of making me smile. What a blessing.
A few days ago, I woke up later than usual because it was our Christmas break. But as I opened our hallway door and entered into our dining room, a pungent smell of gas permeated the air. It turns out that one of us had bumped into the knob of our gas stove and inadvertently turned it on. Gas had been leaking from 8:00pm - 6:00am. But the gas did not make it to us; it did not make it past the closed hallway door. But it wasn't the door that kept us safe throughout the night. It wasn't the door that allowed us to wake in the morning. It was the loving protection of our Heavenly Father.
It makes the celebration of the new year even more meaningful - to not take family for granted - to not take safety and life and peace and joy and air and every breath for granted. I shared with my kids that it would have been a great surprise to wake up in heaven - but what a blessing it is to be allowed to be used by God another day on Earth.
Thank you Lord for this year. Thank you for my kids, my husband, my family and friends, my job, the house you've given us, the car that continues to run. Thank you Lord for your Son, for salvation and redemption. Thank you for your provision and protection.
NEW YEAR's WISH LIST
1. Experience Disney World with my kids
2. Lose 50lbs.
3. Meet George W. Bush
4. Own my own restaurant
5. Put a new coat of paint on my house/ inside and out.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Friday, March 9, 2012
Jacqueline's Message
The 6th graders of Saint Paul Christian School ran the Middle School Chapel today. From worship to special numbers to the message, the kids did an awesome job.
Below is the transcript to Jacqueline's message.
Below is the transcript to Jacqueline's message.
Hi,
my name is Jacqueline.
I
was practically raised here at Saint Paul Christian School. My mom use to be
the principal of the school, and I was only a few months old when she brought
me to work with her everyday. Both my
parents are associate pastors of the Saint Paul Assembly of God Church. So pretty much I was born and raised in a
Christian family – and because of this, I thought I was saved, and I assumed I
knew God. I attended a school where we
had Bible everyday and Chapel every week.
I attended church every Sunday and went to Sunday school. My parents held Bible Study every week at our
house – I was with them every time they attended a church meeting, did a church
outreach, attended prayer services, revival meetings – you name it, I was there
with my parents.
My
grandma, my mom’s mom died of small-cell lung cancer when I was only three
years old. Even at that young age, I
knew how deeply this hurt my mom. I
would see her cry – and many times she would tell me how much she missed her
mom. But my mom often would say, its
okay because we will see her again.
Grandma knew Jesus so she is with him.
I understood this - but not really.
I understood it because I heard about heaven enough to know that it
existed – like some distant land somewhere – but I didn’t really
understand?
When
my younger sister was born, I would often hear my mom say longingly that she
wished grandma could have met Jamie. The
sadness in my mom’s voice made me wonder why would God take my grandma away
–she didn’t get a chance to see my sister and I never got the chance to know
her. I just couldn’t see how God fit
into the whole thing. So I continued to
go to church with my parents and I continued to give the correct answers in
Bible class. My mom would remind me to
read my bible and pray before going to bed.
But truthfully, I didn’t understand what it meant to have a relationship
with Jesus. I just went through the
motion and did whatever my mom and dad told me to do.
When
I was in first grade, I remember saying the sinners prayer and giving my heart
to God. I was told that God loved me and
that Jesus died on the cross for my sin. But I still didn’t get my mom and dad’s faith
– They always told me that I should talk to Jesus because He’s my best
friend. I’m thinking I pray – what are
they talking about? I can hear my mom at
times – when she’s driving us to school – talking to Jesus as if he’s in the
car with us – then she would remind me that he is – he’s in the car and he’s
always with us. Hmmm?
Last
year, I started to understand a little more about God – how he isn’t somewhere
in a distant land – that he is here – he is with me. I started attending the evening services
where Pastor Eva preached about the Holy Spirit – I wanted the Holy Spirit in
my life because I wanted to get closer to God.
I was prayed over, and the Holy Spirit touched my heart. I asked my mom if I could get baptized – I
wanted everyone to know that I was going to commit my life to God.
Then
my grandpa, my mom’s dad got sick with cancer too. I thought, oh no, here we go again. God, why?
I don’t understand. Why would you
take my grandpa away? Well, on October
5, 2011 my grandpa died. Around the time of his funeral, I started to feel
uneasy. I realized that our life is not guaranteed and that we can go at any
time. I also became unsure that if God
were to come again? - would I be ready? – Would I be left behind? I decided it
was time to get serious with God and completely give my life to Him. A
few weeks before my grandpa died, Mr. S.A gave us a memory verse – Jeremiah
29:11 – “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.” That
gave me peace – like I didn’t need to fully understand what was going on – but
that I just needed to trust that God loved me and that was all that mattered.
Giving
my life to God didn’t make me perfect. I
still make a lot of mistakes and make poor choices at times. But I am certain of God’s love for me – it is
never failing – it is unconditional. And
because I have placed my trust in him – I have called Him my friend – I have
made a decision to get to know him more and more each day. I am certain I will see my grandma and my
grandpa again – just like my mom said. I
understand this now. You see - the night
before my grandpa’s funeral – I shared with God how I had missed my grandpa – I
shared with God how this death and heaven thing was confusing and scary for
me. And that night, I fell asleep and
dreamt that I was here at the church. In
my dream, I was giving my eulogy and started to cry so I ran downstairs and
into the parking lot. All of a sudden, I
saw my grandpa – he was walking – he wasn’t in his wheelchair, he looked
strong, healthy, and younger – like his old pictures. He didn’t say anything – but the man standing
next to him did – he said, your grandpa is doing very well – he is okay now. My grandpa then smiled at me and touched my
shoulder. It was then that I realized
that the other man was Jesus. I woke up
and realized that God was reminding me that this world is temporary – there is
another place and my grandpa is there and he is well.
That
was a big turning point for me. Since
that day, I have come to a better understanding that I need Jesus. Our time here on earth is not certain and
there is not a good time for me to be living without him. So today, I want to encourage all of us to
realize we need Jesus. The Bible says,
“For all have sinned a fall short of the glory of God.” “For the wages of sin is death – but the gift
of God is eternal life.” But like all
gifts, it is up to us to accept it.
Accept Jesus’ gift today – and ask him into your life.
Thank
you.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Dates on a Dime
The week of February 7 - 14 is National Marriage Week. I think this is great. A successful marriage takes a lot of work, but often this much-needed-attention gets placed on the back burner. We get caught up with the daily grind - work, family, projects - and the list can get pretty lengthy with our spouse's names at the bottom.
Once upon a time, there was a generation that lived where this was okay because commitment to one another was all it took to stay together "until death". But in this generation, the likelihood of that happening is about 50%. We can see that the next generation will probably see that percentage shrink further.
Studies have shown that couples who date each other have the resolve to make things work. And those who date each other regularly, have a stronger bond with one another. Here are some date ideas my husband and I came up with. It caters to those with a tighter budget. But we also tend to think these are the more romantic ones.
Date #1: Romance on a Rooftop: Climb onto your rooftop with a blanket, a radio, and some snacks. Watch the sunset, watch the sunrise, or gaze at the stars. Its a great romantic getaway. And the view is awesome.
Date #2: Driveway theater: Pop a big bowl of popcorn and grab a couple of sodas. Pull out the sofa and the tv set from the living room and on to your driveway. Pop in a video. Or if you are more into streaming videos through Netflix or Hulu - then by all means use a computer. I have an imac 21" screen so this is ideal for a great drive way theater.
Date #3: An Island Photo Tour: Take a drive around town (or in my case around the island). Make some stops along the way for photo opportunities. Yes, act like tourists on vacation in your hometown. Then download the photos and create a digital scrapbook together of your day on tour.
Date #4: A McRomance Night: Get dressed up to the nines - the fancier the better. Place a nice table cloth and a nice floral arrangement over a table at your nearest McDonalds or favorite fast food restaurant. Order from the dollar menu. Yes, you'll probably have people staring at you but you won't notice them as you stare into one anothers' eyes. Create silly Q&A index cards about one another for funny discovery discussions.
Have fun with these. If you have others you'd like to share, please feel free to add. I can't wait to see what some of you will suggest - perhaps we will run into each other in some of these great romantic get-a-ways.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Simple Truth of Obedience over Sacrifice
Last week, a friend shared with me that a friend of hers had been unhappy with her church. They still wanted to follow God and felt that they were on a journey to a deeper walk with HIM. I listened, but I was a little bothered by what was being said. The desire to move on seemed justifiable - the way it was presented to me. They didn't feel like their church was meeting their needs and wanted to move on to some place else that would satisfy their new found hunger for the Lord. Made a lot of sense - but at the same time it didn't.
Just a week before, I was in a similar conversation about another individual who spoke about their church in a like manner. A different individual about a different church in a different state - hmmm?.?. This particular church had recently undergone some difficulties. Their previous pastor - a charismatic man whose passion for God grew programs within the church, lead numerous mission trips to Asia, and mentored many young men and women who now serve in the ministry - was caught in an adulterous relationship with a member of his congregation. When confronted, he decided to leave his wife, kids, and ministry and continued his relationship with the other woman. The church was devastated and a new pastor was sent to replace this "once so highly regarded" man - a man so "well packaged" on the outside. It was a difficult year for the now fledgling church. The new pastor, in spite of his fervor for God, did not emit the same "ump" as the previous. He is mono-tone and dry - according to this individual. As she spelled out her wish to leave, she expressed that several others had already done so - "doesn't the guy get it? Why doesn't he have a clue that people don't want to listen to his boring exhortations?" she exclaims. She continued to say, "if he's not gifted in that area - shouldn't he step down?"
My heart sank as I listened to her. I visited this church a couple of times. I've heard the current pastor speak. He really wasn't a dynamic speaker - there were no funny ad libs - there were no personal touches that would bring about the idea that he could relate to me. I could go on through a list of things that was faulty in his delivery. But this man was a man after God's own heart - and so I felt compelled to pray for him as he faced the mountain of having to bring this church through the journey of healing. I felt bad for him because I wasn't sure he had the support he needed - felt bad because I knew he loved God and was desperate to get the church back into the right track - but struggled to do so. I could see that he knew he was disconnected, he had a long ways to go, and that he also struggled with the feelings of defeat. I sensed it in him when we shook hands after service.
After my friend shared with me her issues, she asked if it was wrong for her to leave and find another church. She was surprised to hear me say, yes. It was a surprise for me too - I didn't know what was going to come out of my mouth next. I went on to say, God placed your pastor there so it is for no one else to remove him. God tells us to honor our leaders and leaving the church does not do that. I would rather follow a slow speaker who is sincere in his walk with God than a dynamic charismatic one who's selfish desire superseded his love for God to the point of destroying his family. I reminded my friend that Moses was not a great speaker - but God chose him to lead HIS people. I reminded her that God chose David instead of his stronger and more seasoned older brothers to lead Israel - that God looks at the heart and sees what we don't see. I encouraged her not to leave - but to stay and pray for her pastor, her church, and to seek God to use her where He wants to. I reminded her that it is better to obey - and God told us to honor our leader - to not forsake the assembly of the saints.
Perhaps we view church the wrong way - church is where we offer sacrifices unto God - where we go to worship Him - where we go to honor HIM and declare to all who sees that HE is our God. We have been led to believe that church is where we go to get served. Don't get me wrong - we usually feel full and served in church - but that's just the added bonus. We are created to bring glory to God - he just blesses us with added extras - but that's entirely up to HIM.
So, if you ask me if you are justified in leaving your church - you won't like my answer - so don't ask. You can create a list of "whys". But you still wont like what I have to say about it. The bottom line is this - your not happy with your church because you are not obedient. Hard words. Easy for me to say - I'm happy with my church. But I'm happy because I've seen many speakers and heard many critics - and I've continued to see the church grow not because of the speaker but because of the Holy Spirit - because of the prayers of the saints - and because of the leaders passion for God.
At the church I go to - there was one speaker who was so dry - often loses his point - and comes across as legalistic sometimes. But he's passionate about God - and several years later - many testified that it was because of him that they were able to recite scripture and have gone on to serve within the church. There is another speaker who spoke with such heavy accent that many could not understand his words, but people were compelled to come listen to him every week and they brought others - years later, many testified that they've been used to plant other churches and now serve as pastors in those churches. There is another speaker who was often told that his messages were too positive - can you imagine that?!? - I guess there are those who need the "hell fire and brimstone" kind of messages. But if I had left the church because the pastor was too dry, spoke with too heavy an accent, or was too positive - I would have missed out on what God was trying to work in my own life. I would have missed out on GOD. It's not the pastor's responsibility to save - that's God. It's not the pastor's responsibility to bring about change in my life - that's God. The pastor's responsibility is to be obedient to God. And to be obedient is better than sacrifice.
I don't think that hearing about these two separate individuals express their desire to leave two different churches within two weeks time is a coincident. I think more will be compelled to leave their churches in the days to come - it's in the Bible. But here's what we need to consider - as God is cleaning up His house to prepare for the end - do we want to be the ones left standing or the ones who had been blown by the wind. We need to pray for our pastors - they are fighting a great fight that God has already won. We need to pray for our church leaders - so they will stand on God's word and know and do what is right. We need to pray for our family - that we will stand and serve the Lord - and that is why we go to church.
Just a week before, I was in a similar conversation about another individual who spoke about their church in a like manner. A different individual about a different church in a different state - hmmm?.?. This particular church had recently undergone some difficulties. Their previous pastor - a charismatic man whose passion for God grew programs within the church, lead numerous mission trips to Asia, and mentored many young men and women who now serve in the ministry - was caught in an adulterous relationship with a member of his congregation. When confronted, he decided to leave his wife, kids, and ministry and continued his relationship with the other woman. The church was devastated and a new pastor was sent to replace this "once so highly regarded" man - a man so "well packaged" on the outside. It was a difficult year for the now fledgling church. The new pastor, in spite of his fervor for God, did not emit the same "ump" as the previous. He is mono-tone and dry - according to this individual. As she spelled out her wish to leave, she expressed that several others had already done so - "doesn't the guy get it? Why doesn't he have a clue that people don't want to listen to his boring exhortations?" she exclaims. She continued to say, "if he's not gifted in that area - shouldn't he step down?"
My heart sank as I listened to her. I visited this church a couple of times. I've heard the current pastor speak. He really wasn't a dynamic speaker - there were no funny ad libs - there were no personal touches that would bring about the idea that he could relate to me. I could go on through a list of things that was faulty in his delivery. But this man was a man after God's own heart - and so I felt compelled to pray for him as he faced the mountain of having to bring this church through the journey of healing. I felt bad for him because I wasn't sure he had the support he needed - felt bad because I knew he loved God and was desperate to get the church back into the right track - but struggled to do so. I could see that he knew he was disconnected, he had a long ways to go, and that he also struggled with the feelings of defeat. I sensed it in him when we shook hands after service.
After my friend shared with me her issues, she asked if it was wrong for her to leave and find another church. She was surprised to hear me say, yes. It was a surprise for me too - I didn't know what was going to come out of my mouth next. I went on to say, God placed your pastor there so it is for no one else to remove him. God tells us to honor our leaders and leaving the church does not do that. I would rather follow a slow speaker who is sincere in his walk with God than a dynamic charismatic one who's selfish desire superseded his love for God to the point of destroying his family. I reminded my friend that Moses was not a great speaker - but God chose him to lead HIS people. I reminded her that God chose David instead of his stronger and more seasoned older brothers to lead Israel - that God looks at the heart and sees what we don't see. I encouraged her not to leave - but to stay and pray for her pastor, her church, and to seek God to use her where He wants to. I reminded her that it is better to obey - and God told us to honor our leader - to not forsake the assembly of the saints.
Perhaps we view church the wrong way - church is where we offer sacrifices unto God - where we go to worship Him - where we go to honor HIM and declare to all who sees that HE is our God. We have been led to believe that church is where we go to get served. Don't get me wrong - we usually feel full and served in church - but that's just the added bonus. We are created to bring glory to God - he just blesses us with added extras - but that's entirely up to HIM.
So, if you ask me if you are justified in leaving your church - you won't like my answer - so don't ask. You can create a list of "whys". But you still wont like what I have to say about it. The bottom line is this - your not happy with your church because you are not obedient. Hard words. Easy for me to say - I'm happy with my church. But I'm happy because I've seen many speakers and heard many critics - and I've continued to see the church grow not because of the speaker but because of the Holy Spirit - because of the prayers of the saints - and because of the leaders passion for God.
At the church I go to - there was one speaker who was so dry - often loses his point - and comes across as legalistic sometimes. But he's passionate about God - and several years later - many testified that it was because of him that they were able to recite scripture and have gone on to serve within the church. There is another speaker who spoke with such heavy accent that many could not understand his words, but people were compelled to come listen to him every week and they brought others - years later, many testified that they've been used to plant other churches and now serve as pastors in those churches. There is another speaker who was often told that his messages were too positive - can you imagine that?!? - I guess there are those who need the "hell fire and brimstone" kind of messages. But if I had left the church because the pastor was too dry, spoke with too heavy an accent, or was too positive - I would have missed out on what God was trying to work in my own life. I would have missed out on GOD. It's not the pastor's responsibility to save - that's God. It's not the pastor's responsibility to bring about change in my life - that's God. The pastor's responsibility is to be obedient to God. And to be obedient is better than sacrifice.
I don't think that hearing about these two separate individuals express their desire to leave two different churches within two weeks time is a coincident. I think more will be compelled to leave their churches in the days to come - it's in the Bible. But here's what we need to consider - as God is cleaning up His house to prepare for the end - do we want to be the ones left standing or the ones who had been blown by the wind. We need to pray for our pastors - they are fighting a great fight that God has already won. We need to pray for our church leaders - so they will stand on God's word and know and do what is right. We need to pray for our family - that we will stand and serve the Lord - and that is why we go to church.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Saying I'm Sorry
This is a poem
MOM, I'm Sorry by Jacqueline Nishihira (November 14, 2011)
Mom, I'm sorry sincerely
I love you so dearly
You're really important to me.
My bad attitude
and my sour-face mood
just got the best you see.
I really am trying
to change, I'm not lying
A good person I'll be
Just for you.
Mom, you're the best
and you know the rest
I just really really
Love you.
MOM, I'm Sorry by Jacqueline Nishihira (November 14, 2011)
Mom, I'm sorry sincerely
I love you so dearly
You're really important to me.
My bad attitude
and my sour-face mood
just got the best you see.
I really am trying
to change, I'm not lying
A good person I'll be
Just for you.
Mom, you're the best
and you know the rest
I just really really
Love you.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
LAUGHTER
Laughter has always been a part of my life so I guess I took it for granted that laughter was a given in everybody's life - its like breathing. But the past few years have caused me to ponder that perhaps the world population is not naturally jovial. I use to work in a place where everyone loved to laugh - it made the rough work week go a lot faster - and everyone enjoyed coming to work. (It should be noted that the only reason why I needed to quit my job was so that I can devote more time to my kids.) It amazed me that this kind of mentality is not normal in all work places. This is probably why its become a rarity to receive great customer service.
A few years back, a good friend of mine once told me that he liked me because I laughed a lot. I thought it was a strange compliment but a compliment is a compliment - so I simply said, "thank you". I grew up in a home that was always filled with people - I have seven brothers and sisters - so laughter was a given. We never had to put any thought into it - whether the day was good or bad - there was always something to chuckle about.
I visited a school campus once and found their main office to be immaculate and quiet - there was an absence of chatter and laughter. The obsessive compulsive nature in me enjoyed the peace for about fifteen minutes. Then the Christian educator in me started to wonder how this can be good for ministering to our youth who lead troubled lives in very disruptive homes. I spoke to the administrator at the time about the work place, trying to carefully make it sound like a compliment that his campus is quiet and tidy and mine was noisy and filled with commotion (I didn't use laughter and joy but that's what I meant when I said commotion.) He nodded but then he noted how laughter was important which was why he and his wife made it a point to purposefully laugh every morning. Hmmmm. Purposefully???? - Really???? That was pretty interesting to me because I never had to purposely laugh for anything. But I'm beginning to learn that some people do.
Someone once asked how we could laugh when a loved one dies. I simply stated, "how could we not?" If we know Jesus as our Lord and Savior, then we know He is in control - so our joy should abound. If we know Jesus is the only Way, Truth, and Life, then we know that this world is temporary and the life hereafter is the one we look forward to - and our loved one is now in a better place for all eternity.
Last week, my brothers, sisters, and my dad's wife buried my dad. The last few weeks of my dad's life was hard - he was in a lot of pain - but he never failed to laugh and crack jokes. He wasn't perfect - during many of his painful episodes, he yelled and grumbled and got angry. But during those times, we would laugh and tease him and this helped to redirect his attention from his discomfort and he would start joking around again. This was the legacy my dad left to all his kids and grandkids - the legacy of laughter. The last few months of my dad's life - we were constantly by his side and he was always surrounded with laughter. Laughing was not a show of coldness or carelessness but rather it was a sign of strength and knowledge that only comes with having a sense of security in knowing who you are and who you belong to - and we belong to God.
I've come to realize that there are many who go through several days without laughing. I can't imagine going through a single day without laughter... Back track a little... not to go give away the identity of anyone I will be vague and not list them in any particular order in regards to the three who thought that my natural habit of laughing was an unusual pleasantry. Well one lost his job, the other went into depression, and the other is currently facing marital difficulties.
Proverbs 17:22 says, "A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."
A few years back, a good friend of mine once told me that he liked me because I laughed a lot. I thought it was a strange compliment but a compliment is a compliment - so I simply said, "thank you". I grew up in a home that was always filled with people - I have seven brothers and sisters - so laughter was a given. We never had to put any thought into it - whether the day was good or bad - there was always something to chuckle about.
I visited a school campus once and found their main office to be immaculate and quiet - there was an absence of chatter and laughter. The obsessive compulsive nature in me enjoyed the peace for about fifteen minutes. Then the Christian educator in me started to wonder how this can be good for ministering to our youth who lead troubled lives in very disruptive homes. I spoke to the administrator at the time about the work place, trying to carefully make it sound like a compliment that his campus is quiet and tidy and mine was noisy and filled with commotion (I didn't use laughter and joy but that's what I meant when I said commotion.) He nodded but then he noted how laughter was important which was why he and his wife made it a point to purposefully laugh every morning. Hmmmm. Purposefully???? - Really???? That was pretty interesting to me because I never had to purposely laugh for anything. But I'm beginning to learn that some people do.
Someone once asked how we could laugh when a loved one dies. I simply stated, "how could we not?" If we know Jesus as our Lord and Savior, then we know He is in control - so our joy should abound. If we know Jesus is the only Way, Truth, and Life, then we know that this world is temporary and the life hereafter is the one we look forward to - and our loved one is now in a better place for all eternity.
Last week, my brothers, sisters, and my dad's wife buried my dad. The last few weeks of my dad's life was hard - he was in a lot of pain - but he never failed to laugh and crack jokes. He wasn't perfect - during many of his painful episodes, he yelled and grumbled and got angry. But during those times, we would laugh and tease him and this helped to redirect his attention from his discomfort and he would start joking around again. This was the legacy my dad left to all his kids and grandkids - the legacy of laughter. The last few months of my dad's life - we were constantly by his side and he was always surrounded with laughter. Laughing was not a show of coldness or carelessness but rather it was a sign of strength and knowledge that only comes with having a sense of security in knowing who you are and who you belong to - and we belong to God.
I've come to realize that there are many who go through several days without laughing. I can't imagine going through a single day without laughter... Back track a little... not to go give away the identity of anyone I will be vague and not list them in any particular order in regards to the three who thought that my natural habit of laughing was an unusual pleasantry. Well one lost his job, the other went into depression, and the other is currently facing marital difficulties.
Proverbs 17:22 says, "A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."
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| My dad and his grandkids. |
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| My kids love playing with my "iphoto" on my Mac. |
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Its been awhile
The last time I blogged was in June of this year. The summer went by so quickly that I could scarcely find time to write about it. Things haven't slowed down much but I figure its time to put some thoughts into writing.
When I started blogging, I named my page two steps forward because I wanted to put a positive outlook in life. We've all gone through phases in our lives when it just seemed like every step we take we'd find ourselves taking two steps back. I've seen this in my quest to losing weight, to saving money, to spending more time seeking God. The blog was a tool - that maybe if I said it, put it in writing, and everyone's read it - then maybe I would follow through with what I set out to do.
Well, it didn't work. But hey, that's not to say I'm throwing in the towel. I'm gonna get right back up and start again. Two steps forward. So here we go again. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
When I started blogging, I named my page two steps forward because I wanted to put a positive outlook in life. We've all gone through phases in our lives when it just seemed like every step we take we'd find ourselves taking two steps back. I've seen this in my quest to losing weight, to saving money, to spending more time seeking God. The blog was a tool - that maybe if I said it, put it in writing, and everyone's read it - then maybe I would follow through with what I set out to do.
Well, it didn't work. But hey, that's not to say I'm throwing in the towel. I'm gonna get right back up and start again. Two steps forward. So here we go again. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
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