<?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-222069201300091928</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:15:32.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Mic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-2491395057851863183</id><published>2010-06-03T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:30:51.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This blog has moved.  Please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amyandpatrickfata.com/amysmic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;amyandpatrickfata.com/amysmic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-2491395057851863183?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/2491395057851863183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=2491395057851863183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/2491395057851863183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/2491395057851863183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-blog-has-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-8328795722841930357</id><published>2010-05-07T18:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:31:55.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the middle of the night several weeks ago, I was pleading with the Lord to help me pursue a healthier diet and beat down my sugar and carb cravings.  I desire to do this not only for my unborn child, but to honor God in all I do, including my eating.  The next day the doctor’s office called to inform me that I had flunked my glucose test and would need to take a three-hour glucose test to make sure I did not have gestational diabetes.  My first thought was, “So that’s how You’re gonna help me!”  For the next ten days I cut out all sugar and fast carbs.  Physically, this was a big help to me.  I began to realize how much of a role my diet was playing in this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“All things are lawful for me, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful for me, but I will not be mastered by anything”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (1 Corinthians 6:12).  My prayer is that Christ would be my only Master.  Anything that occupies my heart and mind above Him is an idol.  Not to be mastered by an idol takes prayerful daily diligence.  This simple prayer, “Be my only Master,” keeps my eyes focused on Him, not on my taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord knew what I specifically needed to make a change.  He answered my prayer that night.  And I consider myself doubly blessed that I passed the second round of testing.  How gracious is our God Who grants us exactly what we need when we need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-8328795722841930357?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/8328795722841930357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=8328795722841930357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8328795722841930357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8328795722841930357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-only-master.html' title='My Only Master'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-5794537474831521531</id><published>2010-04-20T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:20:45.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin’ Worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How do we truly become worthy of the kingdom of God?  John Piper states, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“To 'walk worthy of the Lord' means to walk in a way that the Lord deserves from us, not in a way that we deserve the Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Colossians 1 mentions that we should walk worthy of the Lord to please Him.  Notice it doesn't say to please ourselves or gain some sort of merit with God.  Legalistic living--in other words, viewing our accomplishments as producing more of God's favor--is a dangerous way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our walking “worthy of the Lord” should instead reveal how worthy He is.  We should act in a way that is aligned with His calling of us and befitting His glory.  We must walk by faith.  Faith and the fruit it bears in our lives, such as love, fit the worth of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let's not think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I must have faith and love so I am worthy of the favor of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  We have no ability on our own to gain or maintain standing with God. So instead, let's think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God's favor is free."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  Walking worthy of that favor throughout our lives, whether in joy or sorrow, means walking by faith.  The power of God not only begins, it also continues the work of faith in us.  Looking to the value of our God and His infinite worth is “walking worthy of Him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Palatino; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Palatino, 'new york', times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: fixed; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-5794537474831521531?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/5794537474831521531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=5794537474831521531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/5794537474831521531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/5794537474831521531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/04/walkin-worthy.html' title='Walkin’ Worthy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-1824798352028147048</id><published>2010-03-24T14:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:36:39.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 16px; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Psalm 25:1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To You, O LORD, I lift up my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O my God, in You I trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do not let me be ashamed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do not let my enemies exult over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indeed, none of those who wait for You will be ashamed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Those who deal treacherously without cause will be ashamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make me know Your ways, O LORD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teach me Your paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lead me in Your truth and teach me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For You are the God of my salvation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For You I wait all the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 16px; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The first verse of this Psalm is a beautiful picture of David's dependence on His heavenly Father:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I lift up my soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  There is no one I would dare lift up my soul to than the Almighty God.  To be dependent on Him is a joy, a luxury in my life.  We often hear the saying, “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”  Our society persuades people, especially women, to strive for self-sufficiency.  Though I understand this mindset in certain situations, spiritually, I am completely and utterly dependent on my Savior.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 16px; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Palatino;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am incapable of managing my soul or dealing with the cleansing of my sin.  I am completely dependent on the power of Christ working within me to accomplish anything of worth.  Praise Him for the opportunity to be dependent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-1824798352028147048?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/1824798352028147048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=1824798352028147048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1824798352028147048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1824798352028147048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/03/dependence.html' title='Dependence'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-1512525270145902401</id><published>2010-02-23T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:33:21.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Now after this the Lord appointed seventy others, and sent them in pairs ahead of Him to every city and place where He Himself was going to come.  And He was saying to them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.  Go; behold, I send you out as lambs in the midst of wolves. Carry no money belt, no bag, no shoes; and greet no one on the way.”&lt;/span&gt;   Luke 10:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These seventy were constant hearers of Christ’s doctrine and witnesses of His miracles.  Here, we see some of them heading out on perhaps their first ministry trip.  From verse four, we can imagine it is not going to be an easy journey.  They have nothing with them.  They must accept any and every condition that comes along.  Their job is to confront sinners and pronounce judgment on them when rejected. I remember when Patrick and I took our little leap of faith into music ministry and I quit my teaching job.  We thought THAT was a big deal . . .  Compared to what these men faced, it was peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord grants them great success and they are fruitful in their efforts against evil.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The seventy returned with joy, saying, "Lord, even the demons are subject to us in Your name."  And He said to them, "I was watching Satan fall from heaven like lightning.  Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing will injure you.  Nevertheless do not rejoice in this, that the spirits are subject to you, but rejoice that your names are recorded in heaven."  &lt;/span&gt; Luke 10:17-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, one would think Christ is referring to Satan's original fall when He says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was watching Satan fall from heaven like lightning.” &lt;/span&gt;But He is referencing something different.  The verb “was watching”—“theoreo” in Greek—is not about a one-time event, but rather about Christ’s being a continuous observer of His men.  He was looking on as they worked powerfully in His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with each soul rescued, there is a furious last protest of hell.  It's as quick and dramatic as the force and fury of a lightning bolt, and then it is gone.  The soul is rescued.  Satan's kingdom is slowly losing its grip on the world.  Christ is the Victor!  Those whom He has purchased are allowed to worship at His feet, while the enemy is crushed beneath them.  Oh, that Jesus would see Satan falling like lightning through the work of our hands . . . every gracious remark or gentle notion, every selfless deed or pure motive, every soul we reach for Him . . . Bam!  Lightning strikes!  And we are that much closer to destroying the enemy's rule over the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-1512525270145902401?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/1512525270145902401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=1512525270145902401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1512525270145902401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1512525270145902401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/02/lightning-strikes.html' title='Lightning Strikes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-5323380480890651209</id><published>2010-01-12T15:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:49:58.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soakin' Up Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you remember the first time you were aware of your sin?  As a young girl, I remember stealing a penny I found on the living room floor of our neighbor’s house. I thought about it for weeks. Should I return it and be honest about it? Should I casually drop it out of my pocket next time I visited, returning it to its original position? The world would say, "It’s only a penny!" But for this little girl, it lay heavy on my heart. Unfortunately, I can’t remember how the story ends! I’m guessing I was never honest about it, because I am pretty sure I would have remembered that! But no worries, I have repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also vividly remember sitting in Sunday School at our tiny country church in Kentucky as an eight-year-old, listening to the teacher discuss sin and thinking proudly to myself, “I don’t do those things. I can’t even think of one sin!” I fear that, even now, I fall into that mode of thinking. When I measure my life against the mess around me in the world, it is easy to boast, “I don’t do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the believer should reflect on having been called out of darkness into His marvelous light, recognizing our daily sin, our fallen state, our rags compared to the riches of Christ, for He is our perfect holy Lord. We should fall to our knees praising Him for the grace covering us, the grace we soak up and dwell in. This kind of mindset would not only turn us into a more grateful people - a people more sensitive to sin - but it would aid us in being more sympathetic to the lost and their condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-5323380480890651209?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/5323380480890651209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=5323380480890651209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/5323380480890651209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/5323380480890651209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2010/01/soakin-up-grace.html' title='Soakin&apos; Up Grace'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-631265153762049409</id><published>2009-12-30T12:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:09:32.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, Lord Jesus, Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At Christmas time, I usually find myself thinking about Mary and the journey she traveled in her servanthood to God.  Her willingness to bear the child would mean great loss to her socially, emotionally, even physically.  It’s interesting to consider that Mary was one of the first women to know the sex of her baby ahead of time!  She knew she was having a boy.  She even knew His name.  Maybe she said something to Joseph like, “Please have the crib built before Jesus arrives.” I imagine her knitting little blue shirts and someone saying to her, “You know, it might be a girl!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew Who He was and she knew He was coming.  We know Who He is.  We know He came and we know He is coming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I imagine her next pregnancy as Jesus is toddling around.  This one is normal.   She couldn’t plan ahead; she knew nothing!  This could have been frustrating to her, but probably it just made Him and the circumstances surrounding His birth all the more special in her mother’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and I are pleased to announce we are expecting our second child.  As with our first child and Mary’s other pregnancies, we will wait to find out what it is.  We’ll watch Liliana toddle around and think back to her birth and the special time surrounding it.  Some time ago we asked her, “Would you like a sister or a brother?”  She replied, “I want Juice.”  But when she finally grasped the concept that a baby is inside my tummy, she said slowly, “Ohhhhh Myyyyyy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a special time of year to be expecting a child.  The fact that our Lord, the God of all creation and time, chose to come in this way is a true marvel.  And the reason He came, to save that which was lost, is even more miraculous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we be a people who are ready for His return.  May we have our cribs built, our shirts knitted, our lives being lived in a way that says, “Come, Lord Jesus, Come!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-631265153762049409?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/631265153762049409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=631265153762049409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/631265153762049409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/631265153762049409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-lord-jesus-come.html' title='Come, Lord Jesus, Come!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-4900903662020968422</id><published>2009-11-30T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:41:12.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Makes Me Go Nigh-Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been working on the 23rd Psalm with Liliana, who is now two and a half.  She repeats after me or sometimes joins in.  The other day,  when I said, “He makes me lie down,” she responded, “He makes me go nigh-night.”  We cracked up at her interpretation!  It is so sweet to hear her small innocent voice speaking the Truth of God’s powerful Word.  This Psalm is a wonderful reminder that He alone offers protection, provision, peace, and yes, rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.  He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.  Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows.  Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.       Psalm 23 NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-4900903662020968422?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/4900903662020968422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=4900903662020968422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4900903662020968422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4900903662020968422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-makes-me-go-nigh-night.html' title='He Makes Me Go Nigh-Night'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-3536529784551551950</id><published>2009-10-31T11:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:02:15.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commonality in Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We just returned from a three-week music ministry tour through Europe.  We went from Germany to Belgium to France to Germany to Switzerland to Germany to Austria and back to Germany again!  A lot of hours were spent on the road.  We are grateful to the International Baptist Convention for lending us a car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Book Antiqua'; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Book Antiqua'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Living in the middle of cornfields was not what my Parisian husband envisioned for his life.  It is an unexpected gift that the Lord allows us to travel as we do.  Returning to Patrick's roots is always a joy, but it still feels like a long way from home, especially for our two-year-old.  And yet, we were at home because we were with God’s children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Book Antiqua'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is a privilege to worship with believers from many nations.  International churches give a small glimpse of eternity.  There may be 50 nations represented in a congregation of only 200 hundred people.  How incredible it is to feel the connection of the Spirit amongst these brothers and sisters in Christ from all around the globe.  Commonality in Christ is a phenomenon the world will never experience.  They simply do not know what they are missing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-3536529784551551950?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/3536529784551551950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=3536529784551551950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3536529784551551950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3536529784551551950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/10/commonality-in-christ.html' title='Commonality in Christ'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6838229672055272732</id><published>2009-09-15T17:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:07:35.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Role</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My role as “Mama” has taught me lots of things.  I can change a diaper, play fetch with the dog, fix a ponytail, pick up toys, and talk on the phone all at the same time! Sometimes I marvel at how my life has changed since Liliana’s arrival.  Other days, it’s as if she’s always been here.  Hearing that little sweet voice say “Mama” is my favorite music.  It astounds me to think that my heavenly Father feels the same about me.  He hears me when I call.  He enjoys fellowship with me.  How can that be?  I’m not as cute as Lillie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God the Father looks at me, He sees a purchase made by His Son.  I am His and He is mine.  I can call upon Him with childlike trust and confidence.  I should live in a way that represents Him well.  “Child of God” is the greatest role I will ever play, even more significant than “Mama.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my daughter has taught me much, but this realization is by far the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6838229672055272732?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6838229672055272732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6838229672055272732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6838229672055272732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6838229672055272732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/09/greatest-role.html' title='Greatest Role'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-3409243304188372102</id><published>2009-08-01T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:42:37.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessed Controller</title><content type='html'>My Pastor’s wife reminded a group of women this spring that God is the Blessed Controller of all things.  Early the next morning, I was working diligently in the office when our dog decided to scratch his neck in the doorway of Lillie’s bedroom, where she was still sleeping.  His collar bounced around with the tags ringing out like a loud bell for what seemed an eternity.  I mean, how long does it take to scratch an itch!?!  I was greatly annoyed at the thought of him waking her up prematurely--not necessarily for her rest, but for my work!  I then remembered . . .  “God is the Blessed Controller of all things.”  Yes!  I believe this is true.  How can I grumble and complain over something so silly?  Maybe the Lord wanted Lillie up.  She did not awaken, but it’s as if I did.  Though it goes against human nature to let go of the reins, I was reminded that I need to abandon the fleshly desire to be in control of all things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when Patrick and I took a dance class, the instructor immediately ridiculed me for trying to lead my partner.  Instead, I needed to let him lead.  Not only was this true on the dance floor that day, but in our daily roles as husband and wife.  And it is true of Christ, my Bridegroom.  In this dance called life, Jesus orchestrates my steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I spend most days searching for a way to control this or that.  Christ holds my hand, yet I step out in front of Him as if to lead Him in a better direction.  This image brings me great sorrow.  For He is Teacher, Comforter, Healer, Creator and Possessor of all, All-knowing, All-powerful, All-sufficient, and is the Blessed Controller of all things.  Sigh.  Thank You, Jesus, that I can breathe a big sigh of relief knowing You hold the reins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The steps of a man are established by the LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And He delights in his way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Because the LORD is the One who holds his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Psalm 37:23-24 NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-3409243304188372102?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/3409243304188372102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=3409243304188372102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3409243304188372102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3409243304188372102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessed-controller.html' title='The Blessed Controller'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6903276251540073625</id><published>2009-07-06T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:28:28.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel on Speed Dial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fulfilling His duty to the Father, Jesus pinned Himself to a wooden beam.  Scripture says He had at His disposal more than 12 legions of angels that He could have easily called.  Wow!  If I had just one angel, I would call him all the time!  He'd be on speed dial.  If I had supernatural powers, I would use them.  What woman in America didn't envy Samantha on  the sitcom,“Bewitched?”  Just wiggle your nose and the whole house is clean!  When we think of supernatural powers, these are the kinds of thoughts that fill our minds--superheroes, magic, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet Christ holds the universe on His arm.  Nothing escapes Him.  Nothing is impossible for Him.  In one sacrificial act, He conquered the complete realm of our sin.  He held Himself on a tree.   He did this for those unworthy of being rescued.  Do I live in a way that is worthy of this forgiveness?  Do I stand in awe of His power?  He is so much more than the superheroes Hollywood writers imagine and create.  He is Who He is, whether we believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6903276251540073625?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6903276251540073625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6903276251540073625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6903276251540073625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6903276251540073625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/07/angels-on-speed-dial.html' title='Angel on Speed Dial'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-3927420802481204693</id><published>2009-06-02T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:29:34.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Position of  Highest Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Scripture, sitting is often a posture of dignity.  In Job (29), Daniel (7) and Revelation (5), we see superiors sitting before inferiors.  Sitting also signifies rest.  There were no chairs in the Old Testament tabernacle.  That's because the priest's work was never finished.  Hebrews 10:11-12 reads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, “Every priest stands daily ministering and offering time after time the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins;  but He, having offered one sacrifice for sins for all time, SAT DOWN AT THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Christ's work of atonement is complete; on the cross He declared, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;finished” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(John 19:30).  Proof of this is that He is now seated on high (Heb. 1:3).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“On high,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hupselos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in Greek, is a word that means, “lofty, esteemed, the highest height."  So, the One Who once had no place to lay His head now maintains the grandest seat in the universe.  Having accomplished His earthly mission, He actively rules over time, space and all creation from this position of highest honor.  His reign includes control over not only the far-reaching galaxies, but also the grass in our backyard.  He is holding together our skin and hair right now.  If He were to stop thinking us into being, we would cease to be.  This is how dependent we are on Jesus.  What does that do to our self-sufficiency?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Book Antiqua; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-3927420802481204693?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/3927420802481204693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=3927420802481204693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3927420802481204693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3927420802481204693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/06/position-of-highest-honor.html' title='Position of  Highest Honor'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-691437998524963468</id><published>2009-05-26T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:30:21.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Heir of All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The book of Hebrews was written to several groups of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;elievers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; were in danger of being entangled with old covenants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course, we know the person of Jesus Christ and His perfect sacrifice are sufficient, so those old covenants simply aren’t needed anymore. One key theological theme in Hebrews is that all believers now have direct access to God under the new covenant through Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As is stated in chapters 4 and 10, we may approach the throne of God boldly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;also appear throughout the text to unbelievers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; either who know the truth and reject it, or to those who haven’t yet understood it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Hebrews we see Christianity’s superiority over Judaism, and this distinguishes the book from all others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jewish people understood the laws of inheritance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The firstborn child was the one who received the inheritance, the family estate and wealth.  The Messiah, Jesus Christ, is the firstborn Son of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is the heir of God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;His inheritance indicates Who He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Heb. 1:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Psalm 2, God speaks to the Son and says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I will surely give the nations as Your inheritance, And the very ends of the earth as Your possession." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Whether in the material world or the spiritual world, all that exists and has ever been created, belongs to Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mind-boggling thought of the day:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As Jesus reigns at the right hand of the Father as heir, we get to share in His inheritance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In Romans 8:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, we read, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because of our union with Christ, we will also enjoy the inheritance the Father has appointed His Son.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John MacArthur says it this way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“He put on humanity that we might put on divinity... He became Son of man that we might become sons of God.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-691437998524963468?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/691437998524963468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=691437998524963468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/691437998524963468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/691437998524963468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-is-heir-of-all-things.html' title='He is Heir of All Things'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6954001262947797514</id><published>2009-04-16T23:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:05:41.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In one more hour, I turn another year older. I have finally reached that point where I don’t want to say the actual number.  Where do the years go? I realize time is slipping through my fingers when I see how quickly my little girl is growing up . . .  Even the dog is aging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of my life is also the Lord of time and space. Reigning on His throne, the universe hangs on His arm. How small I am. But, how blessed I am to be His child! Life is so precious.  Held in His grip, I am thankful for every breath He affords.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Father, for another year of grace-covered moments and abundant blessings. When my next birthday rolls around, may I know You more fully, more intimately than I do now.  Reign from Your throne in my heart, God of the Ages, God of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6954001262947797514?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6954001262947797514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6954001262947797514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6954001262947797514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6954001262947797514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-8274559844452548200</id><published>2009-03-12T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:36:53.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Far as the East is from the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daily I pass by others who know not the King of kings. They go through life without the understanding of Who Jesus is and what He has done.  His sacrificial work on the cross was the complete and perfect purification of our sin.  This is why He came.  Oprah has it all wrong, doesn’t she?  Yes, Christ came to set forth an example of how to live, but God became flesh to deal with our sin problem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spurgeon says it so magnificently when reflecting upon Psalm 103:12 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As far as the east is from the west, so far hath He removed our transgressions from us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; “This He did on Calvary’s cross; there effectually, finally, totally, completely, eternally, He purged all His people from their sin by taking it upon Himself, bearing all its dreadful consequences, canceling and blotting it out, casting it into the depths of the sea, and putting it away forever: and all this He did 'by Himself.' It was indeed amazing love that made Him stoop to this purgation, this expiation, this atonement for sin; but, because He was Who and What He was, He did it thoroughly, perfectly. He said, 'It is finished,' and I believe him. I do not - I cannot - for a moment admit that there is anything to be done by us to complete that work, or anything required of us to make the annihilation of our sins complete. Those for whom Christ died are cleansed from all their guilt, and they may go their way in peace. He was made a curse for us, and there is nothing but blessing left for us to enjoy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-8274559844452548200?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/8274559844452548200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=8274559844452548200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8274559844452548200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8274559844452548200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-far-as-east-is-from-west.html' title='As Far as the East is from the West'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-3100564960721273060</id><published>2009-02-11T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:50:38.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird on a Wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people wonder how they will make it through this year financially.  Yet nothing is a surprise to God.  He is not worried.  He is sovereign.  He is in control.  He is the ultimate Provider.  And yes, He is even rich.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“. . . do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?”  Matthew 6:25-27. &lt;/span&gt; Worry is a trap of the enemy, but trust is a duty of the believer.  John Newton’s lyric, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘tis mine to obey, ‘tis His to provide,&lt;/span&gt; speaks volumes.  Through obedience, we experience joy.  We are not teetering on some wire without a purpose or a safety net.  We can rest comfortably in the knowledge that our heavenly Father tenderly cares for and feeds even the tiny sparrow.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.  But the very hairs of your head are all numbered”  Matthew 10:29-30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZMgJ4W6XTI/AAAAAAAAABE/CuiN2XHLghg/s1600-h/Birds+on+a+Wire+%28B%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZMgJ4W6XTI/AAAAAAAAABE/CuiN2XHLghg/s320/Birds+on+a+Wire+%28B%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301616540464602418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-3100564960721273060?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/3100564960721273060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=3100564960721273060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3100564960721273060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/3100564960721273060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/02/bird-on-wire.html' title='Bird on a Wire'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZMgJ4W6XTI/AAAAAAAAABE/CuiN2XHLghg/s72-c/Birds+on+a+Wire+%28B%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6695008367437307602</id><published>2009-01-31T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:59:56.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalm 40 has been a favorite passage of Scripture of mine since I was a youth.  One Sunday morning when I was twelve, I was scheduled to sing at a church across town from the smaller one my father pastored.  We hadn’t lived in this town very long and I was nervous. The cool kids went to this church. My mother sat next to me, ready to accompany me on a new song we had rehearsed.  Our prayer had been that the congregation would see Jesus and place their trust in Him.  Just before my turn to sing, the preacher read Psalm 40:1-3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “I waited patiently for the LORD;  And He inclined to me and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; Many will see and fear and will trust in the LORD.”  &lt;/span&gt;  Wow!  Peace like I had never known filled my heart, and I went forth and sang with confidence.  I have no idea if anyone was ministered to that day, but I do know that the Almighty God met me in my moment of weakness.  Through the power of His Word, He strengthened me.  The Word is His method of communication and I knew, even as a twelve-year-old, my Heavenly Father had spoken to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZdo2GLP0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/WQPDy2XYEVs/s1600-h/Psalms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZdo2GLP0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/WQPDy2XYEVs/s320/Psalms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302822364832059666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6695008367437307602?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6695008367437307602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6695008367437307602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6695008367437307602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6695008367437307602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-40.html' title='Psalm 40'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SZdo2GLP0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/WQPDy2XYEVs/s72-c/Psalms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-4130206887369736295</id><published>2008-12-12T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:47:25.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is nothing short of amazing that the God of the universe desires to give blessings to His children.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep” Psalm 127:2b.  &lt;/span&gt;Though He fully understands my every need, I continually find myself in the “asking mode” while in prayer. Of course, there is nothing wrong with asking, but maybe it’s a better idea to praise Him - praise Him for the answer yet to come. Whether it’s yes or no, we can rest as His children, knowing He holds the perfect outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I grumbled in my heart or with my mouth over something that should have been left to His care? I fear the measure of my character could be found in this number. A change in perspective is key. There are the obvious blessings in my life, and then there is the moment I stub my toe. In that moment, can I praise Him for the ability to walk? This may be a silly example, but I do desire to have a heart filled with praise for Him and His sovereign control, regardless of my circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the season when we focus on the Light that came into the world so many years ago. However, it seems many people, even Christians, are finding ways to be fearful. Instead, let’s be overwhelmed by the gift of this Light. For the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunrise has visited us from on high to shine upon those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace (Luke 1:78-79).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-4130206887369736295?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/4130206887369736295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=4130206887369736295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4130206887369736295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4130206887369736295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/12/changing-perspective_12.html' title='Changing Perspective'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-1931970908615607784</id><published>2008-11-15T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:58:02.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fervor for Worship</title><content type='html'>We just returned from three weeks in Europe, traveling through five countries, staying in nine different locations, ministering in international churches and at a pastoral conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced the Lord’s daily protection and His provision in unexpected ways.  We witnessed the power of His Word preached by godly men, the passion He has placed in pastors and their wives who sacrifice everything to serve Him, and the commonality found in His Son with people of every nation and tongue.  There seems to be a fervor for the worship of God in international services we don’t often find in the states.  Now, how do we inspire this fervor?  Encourage it?  Live it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-1931970908615607784?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/1931970908615607784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=1931970908615607784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1931970908615607784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1931970908615607784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/11/fervor-for-worship.html' title='Fervor for Worship'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-1598709904190160757</id><published>2008-08-31T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:08:57.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Portion Forever</title><content type='html'>I praise God for those moments when I am painfully aware of sin.  Though I fail, time and time again, His grace abounds.  Growth through failure may be the hardest kind, but at least it’s growth!  I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 73:26.  “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”&lt;/span&gt; Our record label’s name, Portion Records, stems from this verse.  In my human frailty, I find refuge under the wings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ps. 91)&lt;/span&gt; of the Almighty, Holy, Perfect God, Who covers me in the forgiveness and protection of His Son’s blood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Heb. 9)&lt;/span&gt;.  There I can pursue righteousness afresh.  He is my portion.  He strengthens my heart with purpose to try again.  And I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-1598709904190160757?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/1598709904190160757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=1598709904190160757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1598709904190160757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1598709904190160757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-portion-forever.html' title='My Portion Forever'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-8260175484353113184</id><published>2008-07-28T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:11:42.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O to Be Like Thee!</title><content type='html'>O to be like Thee! blessed Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;This is my constant longing and prayer;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly I’ll forfeit all of earth’s treasures,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Thy perfect likeness to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words to the old hymn, penned by Thomas O. Chisholm, have hit home lately.  Every day I watch my 15 mos. old imitate me cleaning, talking on the phone, singing, etc. . . I am sometimes overwhelmed with the task before me:  to be someone worth imitating!  Lillie had a bib when she was younger that read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“More Like Mama Everyday.”&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, it is my great joy to see her holding a “microphone” and singing with such passion, yet I know she imitates me unaware of why.  As an adult, I know full well why I need to imitate our Lord.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children; and walk in love, just as Christ also loved you and gave Himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma” (Eph. 5:1-2).&lt;/span&gt;  This gift, His sacrifice, should drive the believer to full surrender of self.  Gladly forfeiting any earthly treasure, we should seek His perfect likeness through every word, deed, and thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“For you were formerly darkness, but now you are Light in the Lord; walk as children of Light” (Eph. 5:8).&lt;/span&gt;  The great desire of my heart is to walk in a manner worthy of the calling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Col. 1)&lt;/span&gt;, so my daughter may reap the benefits of the fruit I bear.  I pray she will be found asking this very same question some day . . .  How do I become more like Christ so they can see all He is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-8260175484353113184?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/8260175484353113184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=8260175484353113184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8260175484353113184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8260175484353113184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-to-be-like-thee.html' title='O to Be Like Thee!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-8574483256057464741</id><published>2008-06-13T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:12:48.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sovereign Craftsmanship</title><content type='html'>Our Liliana was sent to the children's hospital to have blood drawn to further explore why her iron was measuring too low.  There were hundreds of scenarios as to why this could be the case... some of them alarmingly scary.  Fighting tears and worry, we continued to trust in a plan far more perfect than our own for our precious little Lillie.  Knowing full well the God of the universe fashioned her in my womb, she is fearfully and wonderfully made, and every blood cell is as it should be according to His Almighty and Sovereign craftsmanship.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb" (Ps. 139:13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hemoglobin level had been just under 10.5, the minimum measurement for her age.  After two months on an iron supplement it had fallen to 8.9.  However, the extra blood tests would reveal she was actually at a perfect 11.7!  The doctor's words, "Miraculously healed" rang true in our hearts, though it is probable the original test was simply wrong.  Even so, we know the Lord carries us through these journeys with a purpose.  May He be glorified by our lives and faith even when the results aren't pleasant.  We praise Him for the blessing and gift of good health, celebrating the fact He knew all along.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SMKScFr_VkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRXYELbB6h8/s1600-h/L%27s+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SMKScFr_VkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRXYELbB6h8/s320/L%27s+Hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242913927473354306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-8574483256057464741?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/8574483256057464741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=8574483256057464741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8574483256057464741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8574483256057464741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/06/sovereign-craftsmanship.html' title='Sovereign Craftsmanship'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SMKScFr_VkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TRXYELbB6h8/s72-c/L%27s+Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-8479314134204662742</id><published>2008-06-02T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:14:53.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving the Word</title><content type='html'>Reading the Word of God is a daily exercise for any believer.  But how does one keep it from becoming a mere task to check off a to-do list?  The acronym R.E.A.D. is a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IGHT PERSPECTIVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Is. 55:10-11).&lt;/span&gt;  Scripture is an authority over our lives.  Coming from the mouth of God, it will accomplish its purposes.  We surrender to the Word, believing not only in its power and authority, but in our dependence on it.  Having a right perspective of the Word and our relationship to it is crucial to beginning our craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LIMINATE SIN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1 Pet. 2:1-3).&lt;/span&gt;  We can more adequately fight sin when we are harboring the Word in our hearts.  Memorizing portions of Scripture allows us to fully engage in the daily battle raging within our hearts and minds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ps. 119:11).&lt;/span&gt; The Word is our sword &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eph. 6:17).&lt;/span&gt; When we sin, entering into immediate confession with the help of Scripture sets us up for victory over the same sin next time.  Then, as we see the Word working powerfully in our lives specifically against sin issues, our craving for this continued victory grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DMIT NEED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Matt. 4:4).&lt;/span&gt;  Understanding our individual human weakness, we recognize our need for the Word and its guidance.  We are sinful, depraved beings living in a society where “loving yourself” is emphasized and encouraged.  Rather, we should be aware of our sin problem and replace our ego-centered living with utter reliance on the truth of God’s Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RINK FULLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Psalm 40:8).&lt;/span&gt;  Consistent reading of the Word is a powerful thing, but prayerful in-depth study will accomplish a fuller understanding of its truths &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Heb. 6:1a).&lt;/span&gt; When we dissect a passage, a snack can turn into a royal feast.  Pursuing all a passage has to offer, learning its history, its relevance, its context, etc... will transform our lives and inspire a deeper craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems popular to seek spiritual growth through methods far removed from Scripture. Yet there is no better way to experience Christ than through effective study of the Word.  May our craving to crave it become reality because we are willing to be faithful, diligent students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-8479314134204662742?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/8479314134204662742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=8479314134204662742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8479314134204662742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/8479314134204662742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/06/craving-word.html' title='Craving the Word'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-1307942875609434536</id><published>2008-05-03T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:17:02.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing My Name, Part 2</title><content type='html'>As a wife, I wear many hats and I go by many names.  I am the weaker vessel in our house, as it clearly states in 1 Peter 3:7.  The phrase “weaker vessel” does not mean inferior spiritually.  Wives are equal in Christ with their husbands &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("For there is no partiality with God" Romans 2:11; "There is neither male or female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus" Gal. 3:28). &lt;/span&gt; This 1 Peter passage is referring to the fact that we are weaker physically.  We are in need of protection and provision. However, even as the weaker vessel, I hold much influence with the names I wear.  For example, my mood, good or bad, directly affects my husband’s.  Sometimes my name is “Moody.”  My quick reaction will greatly affect the tone and even outcome of a discussion.  Here, I am “Careless.”  My opinions will sway him.  I am “Opinionated.” My expectations can alter his plans.  In this case, call me “The One to be Pleased.”  My pride frustrates him.  “Frustrater” is my name.  My selfishness robs his growth and ability to increase as well as mine to decrease.  In those moments, I am simply  “Arrogant.”  My silence can leave him totally out of the picture, leaving him confused or misguided.  Here I am the “Mute Controller.”  These are all names that I am in a daily battle to rid myself of.  Most believers are aware of the put off/put on concept in scripture.  In order to beat down the sins of arrogance, selfishness, and pride reigning in my heart, I must replace these things (these “names”) and do as Ephesians 4 instructs... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“walk in a manner worthy of the calling with which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, showing tolerance for one another in love, being diligent to preserve the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This influence, if you will, can be yielded and used for good.  For example, my smile warms his heart.  Then, my name is “Comforter.”  My compliment strengthens him.  Call me “Affirmer.”  My humor makes him laugh.  “Comedian.”  My openness enlightens him.  “Sharer.”  My faith walk should inspire him.  “Spiritual.”  My protection of him publicly shows him respect.  “Respectful.”   When the work of my hands is organized in aiding his work, I am “Dependable.”  My dedication assures him.  “Devoted.”  And my touch reaffirms him in my love.  I am “Lover.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of wife is a beautiful God-given position.  Woman was created to glorify man and help him bring more glory to God.  Our lives as wives need to glorify our husbands’.  1 Corinthians 11:7-9 tells us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Man is the image and glory of God; but the woman is the glory of man.  For man does not originate from woman, but woman from man;  for indeed man was not created for the woman's sake, but woman for the man's sake.”&lt;/span&gt;   Patrick accepted Christ two weeks after arriving in the United States for college.  He then found me.  My parents were praying for him (my future spouse) my entire life.  God had protected him from things a typical young Frenchman outside of Christ would not normally have been shielded from... Because of all this, I really believed Patrick was made just for me.  However, if I am going to chew up and swallow this 1 Cor. passage, the reality is I was created for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I wear Christ beautifully in my life.  As I seek to become more Christlike in my role as a wife, may I wear “Fata” as beautifully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-1307942875609434536?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/1307942875609434536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=1307942875609434536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1307942875609434536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/1307942875609434536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/05/changing-my-name-part-2.html' title='Changing My Name, Part 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-4944479134141451060</id><published>2008-04-29T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:18:26.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing My Name, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Because of my love for Patrick, I had no hesitation in taking Fata as my last name on our wedding day.  Anything that had to do with him was well worth my taking and was a joy to me.  Even though I had always liked my maiden name, it was easy to let it go because of all I was gaining.  In taking the name Fata, I told the world I belong to Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several examples in scripture where Christ gave out new names.  Simon became Peter, which we know means “rock”-- representing his position as a foundational rock in the building of the church.  James and John were labeled the “Sons of Thunder,” perhaps due to their outspoken personalities, according to some Bible commentators.  All twelve men whom Christ called were known as disciples.  The term “disciple” means “student” and of course, they were directly under Christ’s teaching.  They were also called apostles.  An “apostle” is defined as a qualified representative sent on a mission.  Both of these labels are simply different aspects of their calling.  The change of their name or the addition of such titles was an outward demonstration of their love for Christ and willingness to tell the world they belonged to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we put our faith in Christ,  we give up titles like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost, needy, weak, confused, &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poor,&lt;/span&gt; and we replace them with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chosen, fulfilled, strong, guided, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wealthy&lt;/span&gt;.  There are days in our marriage, because of this fallen world we live in, where I am weak, confused, frustrated, and yes, even poor.  But as I place my life under Patrick’s authority, trusting his to be under God’s, I rest knowing there is strength, direction and prosperity to be found in Christ alone.  When it has to do with Jesus, it is well worth our taking, and we can count even struggles as joy for His name’s sake.  Paul states in 2 Corinthians 12:10,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ's sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.”  &lt;/span&gt;  Being “well content” doesn’t mean we have to take pleasure in the pain, but rather we can rejoice that His power is at work within us, giving us the needed strength to endure and even grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-4944479134141451060?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/4944479134141451060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=4944479134141451060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4944479134141451060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/4944479134141451060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/04/changing-my-name-part-1.html' title='Changing My Name, Part 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6743188822641973722</id><published>2008-04-14T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:27:52.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Growing Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a new mother.  Liliana is more than I could ever have imagined her to be.  Yes, I knew I would have a great love for her.  Yes, I knew she would add a dimension to our lives we could not have fathomed.  But what I did not know is my heart would actually grow.  It had to.  It had no choice.  In order to contain this new love of mine, my heart had to expand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Scripture, the Hebrew concept of the heart  is an embodiment of our emotions, our will, our intellect, and even our desires.   There are over 800 references to the heart in God’s Word, proving its significance.   I house many items in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(love for the Lord and people I hold dear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but unfortunately, idols also dwell within.  An idol is anything I desire above Jesus. How can I recognize when something has become an idol to me? Well, am I willing to sin in order to get it or do I sin if I do not get it?  The moment it steals my gaze from Christ, I have erected an idol within my heart.  My heart’s capacity to worship Him is lessened by idols &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;such as material pleasures, others’ approval or fear of man, wanting to be treated with justice, having my "rights" honored or my needs met, gaining or keeping control, or simply being successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idol can even be something good. My daughter, for example, could become an idol of my heart if my affections are misplaced and she becomes more important to me than Christ.  The point is, my desire or lust for the "object" is sin, not necessarily the object itself. The responsibility for my sin lies with me, not the idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I often set my heart on things the Lord has not intended for me now or maybe even ever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet nothing can compare to the riches of my Savior and His glory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scripture commands us to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength (Mark 12:30) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Delight yourself in the LORD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nd He will give you the desires of your heart &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ps. 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). If I long for Him above all else, my heart’s desires will match His desires for my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, that my heart would increase for Christ as naturally as it did for my Lillie.  Forcing out the filth, filling me up with Him alone, may it have no choice but to expand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SFLKDyLSW2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VPi8XQ4O5BM/s1600-h/IMGP2057_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SFLKDyLSW2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VPi8XQ4O5BM/s320/IMGP2057_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211449885178616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6743188822641973722?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6743188822641973722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6743188822641973722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6743188822641973722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6743188822641973722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-growing-heart.html' title='My Growing Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikAi0HYxDOU/SFLKDyLSW2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VPi8XQ4O5BM/s72-c/IMGP2057_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-7131357870164481787</id><published>2008-04-12T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:29:20.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Who He Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joshua Bell is considered one of the greatest violinists of our time, playing to standing-room-only audiences around the world, where the worst seats often cost more than $100.  His violin, a 1713 Stradivarius, is worth $3.5 million and is called one of the most amazing instruments in the world.  In January of ‘07 he stood and played his violin at a metro station in Washington, D.C.   In 45 minutes, 1097 people passed him by.  27 gave money totaling $32 and change, and only 7 people actually stopped for a moment to listen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too often, we pass by moments with Jesus simply because we do not savor Him for who He really is.  During the study and writing phase of the Exalted Lord project, I realized that throughout my entire life, I had placed Christ on the right as I envisioned the throne room--my right, not the Father’s right!   How often do I position Christ where He simply doesn’t belong?  The reality is He is more than a friend and daily companion.  He is reigning magnificently at the Father’s right hand, ruling powerfully over sin, death and unbelief.  Jesus is God, claiming for Himself the same honor and glory belonging to the Almighty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(John 17:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  He is equal with God, yet has reverence for the Father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Phil. 2:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  They glorify each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(John 13:31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Jesus is the Creator, having never had a beginning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Rev. 1:17-18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  All nature bows to His authority &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Matt. 8:26-27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; while He upholds the universe with His mighty power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Heb. 1:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  He holds all things together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Col. 1:17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.   He is the Great High Priest who sympathizes with us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Heb. 4:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  He meets our needs not only because He is God, but because He was man.  Jesus is God’s chosen sinless substitute for sin prophesied about throughout the Old Testament.  We are forgiven because of the blood He shed on our behalf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Heb. 9:18-26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  He is mediating for His children before a holy God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(1 Tim. 2:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  He never changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Heb. 13:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Christ is the coming King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Is. 9:6-7, Matt. 24:27, Heb. 9:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and the final Judge of mankind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Matt. 25:31-46, Acts 17:30-31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Jesus is this and ever so much more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We cannot fit Christ into some mold according to the parts of Him that work best with our lifestyle or agenda.  He is Who He is without you or me.  What a loss in our lives to simply pass Him by.  One theologian said “Christ does not exist to make much of us.  We exist in order to enjoy making much of Him.”  Just how much are we making of Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-7131357870164481787?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/7131357870164481787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=7131357870164481787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/7131357870164481787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/7131357870164481787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-who-he-is-joshua-bell-is-considered.html' title='For Who He Is'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222069201300091928.post-6468159185436452603</id><published>2008-04-10T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:18:13.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin’ Word-Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Word of God has played certain roles throughout my life.  Depending on which trail I was traveling, it has either been along for the ride, hidden in my backpack, or my actual road map.  As a little girl, it was something to carry to church.  Portions were memorized for stickers or other prizes in Sunday School.  As a youth, it was something to respect, but seemed above me, or so I thought.  In college, its importance was clear, though I struggled to be found in it daily.  Now I realize it is a deep, deep well that I cannot drink enough of.  When I am thirsty, I am quenched.  When I am hungry, I am fed.  When I am broken, I am repaired.  As with most things in life, it is easy to focus on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what it is for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  However, once I surrender simply to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I can humbly submit my will before its power, trusting in its Author and His perfect plan for how I should live.  The Bible lives up to its claims: holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rom. 1:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, incapable of being wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. 12:6, Prov. 30:5, John 17:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, always effective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps.19:7, 2 Tim.3:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, everlasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. 119:152, Is. 40:8, 1 Pet. 1:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, sufficient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. 19:7-9, Acts 20:32, 2 Pet. 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and complete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deut. 4:2, 12:32. Prov. 30:6, Matt. 5:18, Luke 16:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  The secular world looks at the Bible as a dated, dusty ol’ rule book.  Yet I know to the very core of my being that its truths are as powerful and relevant today as they were when God first breathed them to life.  Living according to the Word’s standards is not a chore, but rather a choice that offers great freedom!  May all that I am be directly influenced by all that it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/222069201300091928-6468159185436452603?l=apfata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/feeds/6468159185436452603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=222069201300091928&amp;postID=6468159185436452603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6468159185436452603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/222069201300091928/posts/default/6468159185436452603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apfata.blogspot.com/2008/04/livin-word-driven.html' title='Livin’ Word-Driven'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12425331275135168734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
