tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188769622024-03-07T01:57:40.261-06:00Gone With the Wreath...ramblings and writings from a mother's heart.C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.comBlogger448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-16828011514042185762009-01-22T09:10:00.002-06:002009-01-22T09:13:38.855-06:00Come on Over!You can find me now at <a href="http://www.cynthiahgreen.blogspot.com/">Hope Lives</a>... Spread the word. Change your links. (I know, a pain.) I am in the process of changing over my blogroll. If you got left out mistakenly or want to be added, just let me know.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-44296053318362836312008-11-04T00:03:00.000-06:002008-11-04T00:03:00.766-06:00Moving Day~What better day than yours truly's birthday to unveil the new blog. All two of you are going to kick yourselves when you see the link and how easy it was to find me. Come visit and feel free to let me know what you think. Here's to the next 43 years, happy birthday to me!!<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/birthday balloon" target="_blank"><img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e184/ezholiday/birthday-balloonlargest.jpg" border="0" alt="Birthday Balloon Pictures, Images and Photos"></a> Be sure and change your bookmarks!<a href="http://www.cynthiahgreen.blogspot.com">Click here.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-5369554864286117002008-11-01T09:45:00.002-05:002008-11-01T09:47:40.190-05:00hmmmI guess i was gone so long no one checks here anymore :(<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-15002803500325821402008-10-28T11:24:00.002-05:002008-10-28T11:25:47.091-05:00Surprise!New blog is up and running. First one to find it and post a comment gets a virtual hug and smooch! Love you. --Cyn<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-58187591239905060542008-10-09T11:35:00.002-05:002008-10-09T11:39:16.302-05:00UpdateSorry yall. I'm okay. Things are settling. Just no time for blogging while I put my life back together. Working really hard at saving some cash to find a permanent place to live. It won't always be this way. Glad to know some of you still check here for me. It's wonderful to have caring friends. My personal email is cgreen7090@yahoo.com if you all would like to email me. I check it daily due to work and will respond if you need an update. Other than that, I have many things going on in my mind that I would like to write about, but time constraints have me strapped right now. And I guess staying busy is not a bad thing. Write me. --Cyn<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-61835090978382468822008-09-07T21:00:00.000-05:002008-09-07T21:02:22.872-05:00Talked to God Today--And He wanted me to tell you that He loves you beyond anything you could ever comprehend. He has a definite plan for your life that He wants you to fulfill. It may not be an easy road. It may not be always joyful and fun, but at the end of the journey there is peace and life if you follow Him with all of your heart. He says whatever problem you are facing, He is the answer. To come to Him with a trusting spirit, and He will work it out.<br /><br /><br />He said to tell you that He knows you've been hurt, that the ways of the world have tried to pull you down and make you feel less of a man. But He has you in the palm of His hand. He created you. He knows every detail of your life. And all He wants is to fellowship with you, His prized creation. He says He knows you've become skeptical and hardened in your faith because you have not seen men who are true to their convictions. But He says to tell you, they are there. There are a faithful few. That the gospel is real and His word has not changed. There may be men who speak His word whose lives do not live up to what they speak. But He is saying to you, if it is my Word, it is true, no matter which messenger brings the message. It is not the messenger that is important. It is the message. You must seek Truth. And you must seek it out for yourself.<br /><br /><br />He wants you to know that He is the one true God and the only one whose judgement matters. Anyone else who judges you does not have all the facts. They do not know the secrets of your innermost soul. But He knows. He says to look neither to the right nor to the left, but look above. The man on your right may not be serving God. The man on your left may have his own agenda too. But God has your ultimate good at heart. You are His creation and He wants to walk with you and give you the desires of your heart. But you must be willing to let go of some things. For he who would lose his own life will save it in the end.<br /><br /><br />Let go of the anger. It is as destructive as cancer. It will eat your soul until there is nothing left to give anyone else. Let it go. Forgive as I have forgiven you. Forgive and I will forgive. Let go of pride. False pride makes fools of men when they fall. Let go of the hurt. Give it to me, He says. Pour it all out at my feet as a sacrifice unto me. Humble your heart before me, and I will come to you and heal you. I will take it and do a new work within you. If you trust me. Let go of fear. Fear has no place in your life. Fear is for the judgment I have reserved for the wicked. They shall fear and tremble in the awesome and terrible day of my coming. But if you love me and keep my word, you have nothing to fear. You are my beloved. I desire to bless you if you will let me.<br /><br /><br />Where are my chosen ones? Where are the ones who will obey me and walk upright before me? Where have you hid yourselves? Is it because there is sin in your heart? Did you not realize that I would know it dear one. I knew it before the world began. I do not want you to have this burden on your life. I sent my only begotten as a payment for this sin. Accept it. But when you accept the forgiveness of the blood, honor and respect this as I have given you my best. Honor me with your life, so that I may joy in the work of my hands and not repent of my creation, as I did in the day of Sodom. Behold I stand at your door and knock. My greatest longing is to dwell within you. Let me fill the emptiness with my love. You will never regret it<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-68154798517535224372008-09-03T23:37:00.003-05:002008-09-03T23:42:54.892-05:00WW on Hiatus?I just realized that Sista Cala hasn't posted a Worship Wednesday since July 30th. She is working Saturday and Sunday nights now, 12-hour shifts; so I am sure her schedule has been revamped. I know it takes her a couple of days to recuperate from it, so I will cut her a little slack.<br /><br />As for me, I'm not sure what's going on with my blogging--or writing for that matter. I'm ready for things to settle into a "normal" routine, whatever that is. I miss my buddies here, but I know that you all drop by when you can, and I visit you all from time to time. It is just hard to maintain any kind of focus right now. But I'm holding up. And holding on. Hope you are too. <br /><br />Be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might!<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-25240820667143329992008-09-02T10:45:00.002-05:002008-09-02T10:54:14.639-05:00Just Before Dawn<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" o="'3"><img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z153/spiderflowers/sunrise.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Light Shining Out of Darkness<br />by William Cowper<br /><br /><br /><br />God moves in a mysterious way,<br />His wonders to perform;<br />He plants his footsteps in the sea,<br />And rides upon the storm.<br /><br /><br />Deep in unfathomable mines<br />Of never failing skill<br />He treasures up his bright designs,<br />And works his sovereign will.<br /><br /><br />Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,<br />The clouds ye so much dread<br />Are big with mercy, and shall break<br />In blessings on your head.<br /><br /><br />Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,<br />But trust him for his grace;<br />Behind a frowning providence,<br />He hides a smiling face.<br /><br /><br />His purposes will ripen fast,<br />Unfolding every hour;<br />The bud may have a bitter taste,<br />But sweet will be the flower.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-13413472634453233172008-08-24T12:59:00.003-05:002008-08-24T13:46:02.667-05:00THIS MEANS WAR!!!You may not realize it, but there is a force in this world that seeks to destroy you. Your being tuckheaded and passive does not assuage him. You may have held the philosophy that if you mind your own business, keep to yourslef, and don't go looking for trouble that you will be okay, safe from harm. Just mind your own business, and everything will be fine. This, I have come to realize, is a fallacy. There is a real enemy. And he seeks us out. What choice,then, do we have but to get some backbone and stand up and defend ourselves--and our families? <br /><br />For many of us, spiritual warfare is an uncommon term. We think we know what it is. We have heard it sung,"When the battle's over, we shall wear a crown," and we undoubtedly if we are Christians, refer to ourselves as being "in the Lord's army."<br />But sometimes those words just fly right over our heads. We are comfortable. Complacent. We live a convenient Christian life of going to church, going to work, enjoying our families, and living our lives, and it is not until we are faced with a crisis that we tend to think in those terms.<br /><br />The enemy uses this complacency to his advantage. He waits for that opportunity when we are lulled into a soft slumber to gather his forces. And he will strike. He will push--maybe gently at first to test the strength of your front line. If there is no resistance, he knows you are an easy target. You have not watched and waited for him. You have not taken him seriously. There has been little to no preparation. No wonder it is so easy for him to bring us down into the depths of despair and defeat. No wonder we crumble when he shows himself. <br /><br />I, for one, am tired of caving to the enemy. I am tired of cowering in fear. I am tired of trying to guess what his next move is. I am tired of being bullied around by him and made to feel that I am inferior--damaged, useless, and broken. He found my weak spots and battered them hard. He laughed at me when I fell. He said, "See, I knew what you were all along. A weakling. A mere human. You have no strength. You cannot fight me. You cannot fight this."<br /><br />But the enemy is wrong. He is the father of lies. He is limited. The only power he has is the power I allow him to have over me. And when I take that from him, when I stop letting him to do it. When I begin to stir up the gifts within me...when I begin to fill my mind with the things of God and call the things that are not as though they were, when I take hold of the Power that is within the blood of Jesus. And begin to increase my faith and refuse to accept the lies...when I call upon the name of the Lord of Hosts, the Almighty, who was and is and is to come, the Great I Am, the creator of the universe, the El Shaddai, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of PEACE, the Comforter, the Shepherd of my soul-- the chains begin to fall off me. The enemy trembles and runs in fear. There is victory in the camp!<br /><br />It is then that the songs become more than mere words but anthems. "Victory in Jesus" is a battlecry. "Power in the Blood" is no longer a traditional hymn but a testimony. Therefore, "Be filled with the Spirit; speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord." Be filled with it. Fill yourself up so much that there is no room for anything else. No room for bitterness. No room for despair, depression, self-pity, self-loathing. <br />Equip yourself for battle. Put on the WHOLE armour of God. Not just a piece here and there. Not just a helmet. Not just a breastplate. Guard your heart AND your mind. <br /><br />There is a real enemy. But there is hope and protection and power at your service. I am preaching to myself more than anything here today. But I hope these words encourage you as well. Continue to keep us in your prayers. I feel the strength of them when you do. Love to all.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-77672871944985434842008-08-07T13:29:00.002-05:002008-08-07T13:36:05.329-05:00God is Good--All the TimeWhat can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.<br /><br />"He restoreth my soul."<br /><br />"The eyes of the Lord upon the righteous, and His ears are open to their cry."<br /><br />Matthew 11:28 - "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."<br /><br />2 Corinthians 1:5 - For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.<br /><br />For the LORD hath called thee as a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou wast refused, saith thy God.<br /><br />When you lie down, you will not be afraid; When you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.<br /><br />He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-86300902076281071832008-08-06T15:31:00.003-05:002008-08-06T15:39:41.359-05:00Amazing LoveWoops...has it been a week without me posting? Well, Sista Cala is switching over to a new job shift and has the week off, so I promised I would fill in Worship Wednesday. Here is one of my all time favorites. <object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvF1QtgnurY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvF1QtgnurY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-28694779302000207902008-07-30T05:26:00.008-05:002008-07-30T05:40:17.556-05:00WW: PC Reminders<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v93kjcLL-89kOJ0E-tCpkowLJPGZ1Hg26yK_HO4kg8IPBIeVKJNw9lDfDU2PqH0E2VdVU3yhKtUoCvsE3GsfaB5AqHGwiDvlrjFFSbe0vuE7G-1KXzEnZvcUPC5aIN_-PRiZ/s1600-h/e95b_1_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228752782401918130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="134" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6v93kjcLL-89kOJ0E-tCpkowLJPGZ1Hg26yK_HO4kg8IPBIeVKJNw9lDfDU2PqH0E2VdVU3yhKtUoCvsE3GsfaB5AqHGwiDvlrjFFSbe0vuE7G-1KXzEnZvcUPC5aIN_-PRiZ/s200/e95b_1_b.jpg" width="137" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>Last night I spent a considerable amount of time updating my computer.It had been quite a while since I had done a complete scan and clean up procedure.When I checked the virus vault, I found 3 trojans. Good thing they were the type that could be auto healed. There were 68 warning messages related to tracking cookies. Are they harmful? I'm not sure. I just deleted them all. Actually, I was wondering why they were there. I run the CCleaner after every use and it is supposed to catch all such stuff. At any rate, my computer is clean again.</div><div><br />What about my human hard drive? Often it is cluttered with tracking cookies, viruses, worms, and extensions left over from situations that I thought I had un-installed. The brain is really a complex organ, not to mention the "mind" part of it. And the soul? Who can know it except my Maker? Yet He has given me some tools to keep it all clean and running right. </div><div><br />The conscience is a built in helper. He put it in right from the start. I have downloaded portions of the Bible, "basic instructions before leaving Earth" over the years. Actually, I have an automatic update scheduled for that every day. That is if I have left the power on. I mean, if/when I open the pages and begin to read. The Holy Spirit is another great installation that keeps me on the right track. He is all the anti-virus protection that I will ever need.</div><div><br />Really, there's no need for me to continue with this analogy. I'm sure the point has been made. We have to have our brains working, our minds clean, and our souls pure. Thank God, He has made it all possible.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.<a href="http://http://www.biblegateway.com/keyword/?search=transformed+by+the+renewing&searchtype=all&version1=31&spanbegin=1&spanend=73"> Romans 12:2 NIV</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-19613895257917371152008-07-23T23:08:00.004-05:002008-07-24T18:16:19.986-05:00One Writer's AngstSometimes I wonder if the rather great writers are distinguished from the rest of us merely by being true to the words they hear from within. Many, many times I have proposed to put my thoughts into some concrete form and promptly rejected the ideas out of fear. Of what I am not certain. Of rejection? Judgment? Of being misunderstood? Of being labled eccentric--or worse, stupid. All these fears keep me from that stream of consciousness sort of writing and brain storming. I fear the best words are left to rot--shackled within the dungeon of self-doubt.<br /><br />And it does occur to me that if people had any inkling of what cues I garner from watching them--from the very minutiae of their lives--if they knew how closely they were being scrutinized, they would shiver with uneasiness as if being stalked by a very strange and very fat old woman with weird ideas and worn out shoes.<br /><br />Perhaps this writing life is a strange habit, indeed. It requires this keen eye into the essence of life. Anyone can string together a list of characteristics and behaviors. But it requires some measure of talent and elbow grease to make the character live as one of us--to make his presence felt in the very room with you as you read. That takes a fearless writer. One who is not skittish about being seen scribbling in public places. One who does not care if others find it odd to see a washed out, frazzled figure bent over a tablet in the park, chronicling details of the setting and trying to find precisely the right word to describe the color of the berry she smashed beneath her summer sandle as she walked.<br /><br />How strange it would be for others to know the writer was overly concerned about this particular shade of fruit lying on the ground or planning how best to describe the splinters in the oak bench and the way they snagged her britches as she slid across it.<br /><br />Somehow it is in the details. But which to gather and which to discard; that is the art. Too much or too little of this or that in either direction will leave your reader looking as if the berry were sour. Distasteful on his tongue.<br /><br />What does the reader care if this berry is red or blue or purple--unless of course it is to be smashed into a poison used to kill or simmered on a pot over an open flame to make a war paint for a young Apache warrior's first dance with war. What if this berry lured a species of bird known only to some exotic southern hemisphere, and you were the first to spy it munching mildly on this berry at your feet? What then?<br /><br />It may not be all about the berry. But it is what happens to and with it in relation to life and the things that are unfolding as the berry juice splatters on an unpainted toenail and note is made of the stark contrast of purple on pale, pasty skin that has not seen enough summer days in the park. Concepts of life and death emerge as the writer ponders how the berry needed the sun to make it sweet and juicy and ripe. And how dry and dull your own days have become as you have been left to rot, withering on the vine. How choked you feel by the weeds. Untended. Neglected. Unloved.<br /><br />All this the writer feels but is afraid to write.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-79733148510467819032008-07-21T11:36:00.001-05:002008-07-21T11:36:23.164-05:00A Little Soul Searching TodayI suppose one of the biggest things I have learned going through my recent separation is a healthy dose of respect for others who have been there. I will admit in the past I have judged people for their decision to divorce. This comes from my very ingrained beliefs that divorce is wrong. It has taken me a long time to concede to the fact that in some cases it the best thing for everyone concerned. <br />One of the things that has helped me has been the admonition in the scriptures when, I believe it was Paul who said: "If it is possible, as much as it is up to you, live at peace with all men." Romans 12:18.<br />Now, friends, I realize he is not speaking in particular about marriage. But I do know that God wants us to live in peace. And that "If" right there is an important word. Also, "as much as it is up to you." There were many things gone wrong with my marriage. Some of them out of my control. I finally came to the realization that there were some things, though, that were up to me. No one else. No one else was in my marriage. No one else could make the call. <br />My mother was in a bad marriage for years. She stayed because she loved him. She stayed because she did not believe in divorce. She had grounds--both Biblical and otherwise. She took care of my father when he was ill and could not see for himself. She gave up her very life to sit with him 24/7. There are very few women who would stay in the mess that my dad created were they his wife. This is the example I grew up with. You didn't run when things got hard.<br />So it has not been an easy decision. Ultimately what made the decision for me was not one of convenience. It was not whether or not I loved him. It was not whether or not he provided for us (although survival did become an issue). It became a matter of my staying mentally and physically healthy to raise my child. It became a matter of ensuring my child had a roof over his head and at least one stable parent. But ultimately it became a matter of having some peace. As I have said repeatedly, you cannot make a good decision when you are mentally stressed to your limits. You cannot make good decisions when you have run for months and into the years on minimal sleep. And this is what I have been trying to get him to see. Neither of us were headed in a good direction. We were slowly but surely destroying each other. And allowing the Enemy to do so as well.<br />I tried every way imaginable to maintain peace. I went along with whatever he said. I did whatever he wanted. I did things I did not want to do. Things that went against my upbringing, my conscience, and my good sense. I tried it both ways. I tried to be passive. Things got worse. I tried to be aggressive. Things got worse. I got assertive and insisted on counseling. Things got 3 times worse. I tried to predict his responses to head them off. I covered for him to keep him happy. I tried to maintain his reputation in the community. I tried to get him medical help, psychiatric help, financial help. I worked hours upon hours to make sure the lights stayed on and there was food in the house. None of it was successful in maintaining peace. I struggled to keep him awake, balanced, and in church. Whatever he was needing out of life I could not give him.<br />I tried to do it all for him. But what it all boils down to is, I can't do it for him. Yes, we are married. Yes, in God's eyes we are one. But he will stand before God and give an account. And I will stand before God and give an account. Did I have a part in destroying this marriage? Yes. As I said, it takes two to make a marriage and two to have a split. I am not blameless. I am not perfect. God can change both of us. But I can't change him. I can only change me. And I'm not sure I can change me. I am going to have to let God. <br />All I know to say is pray for us. We need intercessory prayer. God is bigger than all of this. He knows the future. He knows us. He knows our getting up and our laying down. He formed us in our mothers' wombs. He can make all the difference. I may be cast down, but I am not destroyed. Nor forgotten. <br />Thanks for listening<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-43639232494789049872008-07-16T02:04:00.006-05:002008-07-16T02:20:28.531-05:00WW: Cartoon Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sGqT68JZXh0jQ463xTHIf9pdoZQq6jJed-FKngI6uBqBPg0jRjaccEm-HyzkYZnR2a4ceCKIAYdpzQ9W2YoUH4FafvOWiRubF1KJ2jsA-UqodoMzPEfBEaZ5K2Gxf7OW_y8d/s1600-h/happy+hour.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223508190218735730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sGqT68JZXh0jQ463xTHIf9pdoZQq6jJed-FKngI6uBqBPg0jRjaccEm-HyzkYZnR2a4ceCKIAYdpzQ9W2YoUH4FafvOWiRubF1KJ2jsA-UqodoMzPEfBEaZ5K2Gxf7OW_y8d/s320/happy+hour.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLREjReUKtPiKfp8r2D5Qu2gE1y3kIKfN3wJgeH4f_HCPDpZ4WvVZKn7lGqCXT4IZw85NloJOtRfONyRqcydENt3g92BTxD_CTAxE1Zs1c_M3Ck2IqcFrdlNtZl3x53mDPJ5vp/s1600-h/relevant+numbers.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223505064413333602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLREjReUKtPiKfp8r2D5Qu2gE1y3kIKfN3wJgeH4f_HCPDpZ4WvVZKn7lGqCXT4IZw85NloJOtRfONyRqcydENt3g92BTxD_CTAxE1Zs1c_M3Ck2IqcFrdlNtZl3x53mDPJ5vp/s400/relevant+numbers.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://http//buildingchurchleaders.com/multimedia/cartoons/">ChristianityToday.com</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-75153967263186152992008-07-15T17:09:00.003-05:002008-07-15T17:23:47.720-05:00Eat CakeThe last 2 posts are gone with the wreath...it's time for a commercial break. <a href="http://s349.photobucket.com/albums/q385/frinchfr/?action=view&current=little_debbie.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="hippie debbie" src="http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q385/frinchfr/little_debbie.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://s249.photobucket.com/albums/gg236/debigo3/?action=view&current=LittleDebbieDevil.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg236/debigo3/LittleDebbieDevil.gif" border="0" alt="Horney Little Debbie" /></a><br /><a href="http://s48.photobucket.com/albums/f204/debbiefelix/?action=view&current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="little debbie" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f204/debbiefelix/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s252.photobucket.com/albums/hh24/bunnsofhoney/?action=view&current=LittleDebbie.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Little Debbie" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh24/bunnsofhoney/LittleDebbie.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-43841144084249018672008-07-09T01:54:00.004-05:002008-07-09T02:43:53.480-05:00Joy Will Come.......Or what woman who has 10 silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she finds it, she calls her women friends and neighbors together, saying, 'Rejoice with me, because I have found the silver coin I lost!' <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2015:8-9;&version=77;">Luke 15:8,9</a><br /><br />Sing to the LORD, you saints of his; praise his holy name. For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2030:4-5;&version=31;">Psalm 30:4,5</a><br /><br />Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus. He called out to them, "Friends, haven't you any fish?" "No," they answered. He said, "Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some." When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish. <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2021:4-6;&version=31;"> John 2:4-6</a><br /><br />You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever. <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2016:11;&version=51;">Psalm 16:11</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-54194494078823826212008-07-08T18:42:00.003-05:002008-07-08T18:51:54.483-05:00Anyone Out There?Anger. Relief. Sadness. Anger. Contentment. Sadness. Then a good day comes along. Peace. Peace. Peace. Wonderful peace. Some days I wonder if I will ever be truly happy again. Sometimes I wonder if I ever was. More than a month has gone by. I'm still living by my same M.O.--survive until tomorrow. Many things are in limbo still. Still have questions about where my son will attend school. How long will I be in this rental home? Can I afford anything else? Will my old car hold up? What are my options? And then there are just the everyday issues like--do I get dressed today? Am I going anywhere? What do I fix for dinner? How long til bedtime.<br /><br />I am finding out more and more the things that I do not want out of life. Eventually when that list gets full, then perhaps by process of elimination I will know what it is that I DO want. I do know that not going to bed angry or upset is conducive to much better sleep. And that leads to clearer thinking. Or it's supposed to, lol, but you might not can tell that from this post. Oh, well, at least I showed up. I miss you guys. If you're still out here.....let me know.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-82674999697687552982008-07-02T02:07:00.011-05:002008-07-02T03:27:20.051-05:00WW Fireside Testimony<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31qH5qAUJZtmy9ybfaJNJ1ZrfmjSRswoXbk3iRhYpf75QtTuXnbT5u1EBEjEzGyoM169P8e_nlacuccvIlP6Eso8u-V3_tTzjCt25DTOWd5E34GGX9NgT6a_aBQdqH9GeeA1N/s1600-h/O7CAF0J3R1CAG46SKGCAWKHL54CAWLGELMCAHS67ZQCAC1801ECA60FXEBCAGHFHG0CAKZMT9TCAHTXSX6CA9FCUPUCAVXE831CAQN8TITCA5AYCH6CA0A69NECAHBDHAHCA6VI24RCAEKHSDM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218322429660051090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31qH5qAUJZtmy9ybfaJNJ1ZrfmjSRswoXbk3iRhYpf75QtTuXnbT5u1EBEjEzGyoM169P8e_nlacuccvIlP6Eso8u-V3_tTzjCt25DTOWd5E34GGX9NgT6a_aBQdqH9GeeA1N/s200/O7CAF0J3R1CAG46SKGCAWKHL54CAWLGELMCAHS67ZQCAC1801ECA60FXEBCAGHFHG0CAKZMT9TCAHTXSX6CA9FCUPUCAVXE831CAQN8TITCA5AYCH6CA0A69NECAHBDHAHCA6VI24RCAEKHSDM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Earlier this week I awoke to the smell of smoke. It was just a faint odor but enough to arouse my curiosity. I went to the front door and looked around my yard. The grass was charred within 25 feet of my porch and I could see flames in the brush.<br /><br />Then I yelled,"Dale! Fire!". Without hesitation (or shoes), I ran to the well-house and grabbed the hose. I ran as fast as I could through the back yard and around the side where the flames were nearing our propane tank. As I began to spray the water, I looked up and saw a young fireman working to quench the flames. He said, "We're taking care of this." I replied with a thank you and retreated into the house.<br /><br />Long story short, the fireworks fun of the previous night turned into a fire that could have easily taken our lives and destroyed our home. Thank God for an observant neighbor. Thank God for our local Volunteer Fire Department. Thank God they got there in time. Thank God for sparing our lives and our home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii685byQ5fBhyphenhyphenKPpfMH7IbOUUlg3jikmNyeUsAJwGju5BjVYqwTeEW8hhK97E2_tdktkpwIqLQkSQwK06jZWnJi2GYyFEr9_i-RCKNfrt3omVEaBTKaGFvCfNbUDb-mIpmHiiG/s1600-h/8CCA3I70LNCAGS335HCARG8IW2CAOU5NRQCAME9E7GCAPAJGH5CAZWASXYCAA7QYR8CA6UWRBZCA339Z13CAP7RROKCAG3YG9ICATT3BOHCA2NV3KYCAGSLOG3CAN0IVYQCADRNXOLCAXITCVN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218322631897304738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii685byQ5fBhyphenhyphenKPpfMH7IbOUUlg3jikmNyeUsAJwGju5BjVYqwTeEW8hhK97E2_tdktkpwIqLQkSQwK06jZWnJi2GYyFEr9_i-RCKNfrt3omVEaBTKaGFvCfNbUDb-mIpmHiiG/s200/8CCA3I70LNCAGS335HCARG8IW2CAOU5NRQCAME9E7GCAPAJGH5CAZWASXYCAA7QYR8CA6UWRBZCA339Z13CAP7RROKCAG3YG9ICATT3BOHCA2NV3KYCAGSLOG3CAN0IVYQCADRNXOLCAXITCVN.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Praying that you will have a happy, fun, and safe Fourth of July. Remember those who paid the price for our freedom and give thanks to the One who gave His life that we could be free. And if you happen to see any of your local firemen give them a smile and an encouraging word for me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii685byQ5fBhyphenhyphenKPpfMH7IbOUUlg3jikmNyeUsAJwGju5BjVYqwTeEW8hhK97E2_tdktkpwIqLQkSQwK06jZWnJi2GYyFEr9_i-RCKNfrt3omVEaBTKaGFvCfNbUDb-mIpmHiiG/s1600-h/8CCA3I70LNCAGS335HCARG8IW2CAOU5NRQCAME9E7GCAPAJGH5CAZWASXYCAA7QYR8CA6UWRBZCA339Z13CAP7RROKCAG3YG9ICATT3BOHCA2NV3KYCAGSLOG3CAN0IVYQCADRNXOLCAXITCVN.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-67387707513536839932008-06-25T01:32:00.002-05:002008-06-25T01:44:31.510-05:00'Til the Storm Passes ByAround the first of this year I posted a few Worship Wednesdays that were built on a stormy theme. The most dramatic was the one about the February tornadoes that ripped through Union University. Today's post is a video of the late Vestal Goodman singing a comforting song about the safest place to rest until the storm ceases. <br /><br />The video quality is not so great, but there is no equal to the lyrics or the voice that brings them to life. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeVzSQjUBe0&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeVzSQjUBe0&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-48566429756952002062008-06-18T00:48:00.024-05:002008-06-18T21:42:16.656-05:00Powerful Memory Enhancers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoK0Uqpbd5Mzvo_DKGCOTe2xFDl2Vg80IfvfkguSLnjNuioEG-sXEBulwf_jEFcSbqoQOdjrmIJfuoUDu5XAjDRXxXy9IdrOUWcxMmNkvg8WBiITGHVROg2nuYXj6xu16w1RKQ/s1600-h/ginko_vules.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213097615103750850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoK0Uqpbd5Mzvo_DKGCOTe2xFDl2Vg80IfvfkguSLnjNuioEG-sXEBulwf_jEFcSbqoQOdjrmIJfuoUDu5XAjDRXxXy9IdrOUWcxMmNkvg8WBiITGHVROg2nuYXj6xu16w1RKQ/s200/ginko_vules.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />A <a href="http://http//www.mayoclinic.com/health/ginkgo-biloba/NS_patient-ginkgo">Mayo Clinic report </a>states: "Ginkgo biloba has been used medicinally for thousands of years. Today, it is one of the top selling herbs in the United States. Although not definitive, there is promising early evidence favoring the use of ginkgo for memory enhancement in healthy subjects, altitude (mountain) sickness, symptoms of premenstrual syndrome (PMS), and reduction of chemotherapy-induced end-organ vascular damage."</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />While Ginkgo biloba may be known as one of the oldest memory enhancers, it can not be compared to the <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%203:22;&version=45;">One </a>that was present when the worlds were framed.<br /><br /> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">But the Comforter <span style="color:#000000;">(Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, Standby)</span>, the Holy Spirit, Whom the Father will send in My name <span style="color:#000000;">[in My place, to represent Me and act on My behalf]</span>, He will teach you all things. And He will cause you to recall <span style="color:#000000;">(will remind you of, bring to your remembrance)</span> everything I have told you. <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014:26;&version=45;">John 14:26</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />The Holy Spirit was sent not only to remind the disciples of the teachings of Christ, but to <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%201:8;&version=45;">empower them</a> to witness to those both near and far. Peter <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202:4;&version=45;">experienced</a> and <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202:14-16;&version=45;">demonstrated </a>this power on the Day of Pentecost when he justified the behavior of the 120 who had been filled with the Holy Ghost.</span></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />This same <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202:16-18%20;&version=45;">promise </a>has been extended to us today. <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202:39;&version=9;">Acts 2:39 </a>states it this way; "For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the LORD our God shall call." </div><div></div><div><em><br /><br />I had a great ending for this post, but...... I can't seem to remember how it goes. Guess I should grab some Ginko on the way to my prayer closet. (smile)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-63916801467507096702008-06-13T15:06:00.005-05:002008-06-13T15:29:06.147-05:00The D WordI know I haven't visited and commented on your blogs. I have been a bit preoccupied with the separation going on. I still cannot wrap my mind around the "D" word, and so I will cloak it with a kind euphemism for now. When your entire world is turned upside down, it takes a while to get your bearings.<br /><br />I have mixed feelings about airing my dirty laundry here. And then again, I think that by now the faithful few who are still reading are truly interested and care. So I stop by and update you. And this also helps as a kind of therapy.<br /><br />For the record, I was the one who chose to leave and chose to file. It was not an easy decision, nor a hasty one. I felt it was my last option--my last hope for change. To stop the downward spiral, the bleeding that was draining me of life, no mere tourniquet would suffice. Too much damage had occurred.<br /><br />Now we could play the blame game all day long, but the truth of the matter is it takes 2 to make a marriage, and 2 to cause a split. One morning I woke up and did not want to get out of bed. I just wanted to cover my head and pretend the world did not exist. And it was then it dawned on me--that this is what my husband has done for the past 3 years. (And I have asked him recently, "So how's that workin' for ya?" ) Doing nothing was not the answer. Not an option for me. Something had to be done. And soon. So you can call it running all you want, but I know the truth. I'm facing life head on. It is not something I relish doing--would rather not have had to do. But I'm going into it with my eyes open and my head on straight. And I'm going to be okay. Eventually.<br /><br />Remember us in your prayers. The three of us. This is a drastic adjustment. Bub and I need to get our acts together. Whether we are married or separated. There is this wonderful, beautiful life we created. And he needs us. Both of us. He is the one thing we did right. So we definitely don't want to screw it up now. Thanks for letting me unload here. I will get back to your blogs eventually. Love to all. Cyn<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-27734688390396622202008-06-11T13:54:00.016-05:002008-06-11T21:36:40.212-05:00Gone Fishing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgp3iAMLDOr0LfRRq1FDqOzdaIUW331IYbhsXQB-Z5z2yWeebzcBtfVIOYgWvX-GCZuxWDi-GuceussN9VprVWxriqATNWKz797tMNfBN88PFu-ztg6c7b8acigmNM_gyFwuw/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817740494906626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgp3iAMLDOr0LfRRq1FDqOzdaIUW331IYbhsXQB-Z5z2yWeebzcBtfVIOYgWvX-GCZuxWDi-GuceussN9VprVWxriqATNWKz797tMNfBN88PFu-ztg6c7b8acigmNM_gyFwuw/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">So sorry for the delay in posting today's Worship Wednesday. Generally, I try to get it written on Tuesday night and post it soon after I get off work. Last night was so busy that I didn't even get a real supper break, so there was no chance to even start a post. Afterwards, my Golden Boy came to spend the night with me. So..... you know I had no time for sitting around the 'puter.</span></div><br /><div></div><div>Bright and early this morning I was awakened by the creaking of my bedroom door. Peeping in ever so quietly, was my Golden Boy. He wanted to know when I was going to get up and when we were going fishing. Oh how I wish I had the energy of an eight year old boy. Long story short, we got up and went fishing. Sad to say, we didn't catch anything. Maybe next time we should do our casting from the other side of the pond. </div><div></div><br /><div><em>3Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing. They say unto him, We also go with thee. They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately; and that night they caught nothing.<br />4But when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore: but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus.<br />5Then Jesus saith unto them, Children, have ye any meat? They answered him, No.<br />6And he said unto them, Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes.<a href="http://http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2021:3-6%20;&version=9;"> John 21:3-6</a></em></div><br /><div></div><div>Hungry and exhausted the disciples could have easily blown off the advice of <a href="http://http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2021:4;&version=9;">the man </a>on the shore. They had no idea that the man was the One that controlled the sea and all that it contained. It was only after he <a href="http://http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2021:7;&version=9;">revealed his identity </a>to Peter, that they understood why they hauled in more fish than their boats could hold.</div><div></div><br /><div>Oftentimes our circumstances are less than ideal. Sometimes there is little or nothing to show for our labors. The feeling of failure fosters the idea of throwing in the towel or in Peter's case, the net.</div><div></div><br /><div>But rest assured, Jesus will show up in our times of difficulty. It is up to us to be looking for him. We may not recognize his hand at work, but his voice will reveal his identity to us. So, we must ever be listening for his guidance and be willing to follow his directions.</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-88703011019799663692008-06-07T10:39:00.001-05:002008-06-07T10:39:52.014-05:00One Day at a TimeA LOT has changed in the last couple of weeks. I have moved back home with my son. We are adjusting. But we are okay. Someone told me before I left that they hoped I found what I was looking for. It's not necessarily that I was looking for anything. I just needed some peace. And rest. Three years without sleep will turn you into someone you don't even recognize. I did not like what I was becoming. And so I guess you could say I had lost me. And hopefully, in the months ahead, I will indeed find what I am looking for--the me I want to be. <br /><br />I have gone through many emotions--the full range of anger, sadness, relief, confusion, bitterness--you name it. But I came to the conclusion that the only person I could control was me. And if things were going to change, it had to be up to me to bring it about. And so here I am. Just taking it one day at a time.<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>C. H. Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14705844985645635308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18876962.post-88562065214023264882008-06-04T00:05:00.000-05:002008-06-04T01:40:30.162-05:00WW: Making ProgressSalvation is more than walking an isle, shaking the preacher's hand, and repeating the sinner's prayer. It is a crossing over the threshold from death and destruction and into a new life replete with new activities and a brand new eternal destination.<br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=56&chapter=2&verse=8&end_verse=10&version=9&context=context">Scripture</a> tells us that we are saved by faith and not of works. And then again,<a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James%202:26;&version=9;"> it says </a>that faith without works is dead. The <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jude%2020-25;&version=9;">following verses </a>found in Jude, give us a few more instructions for our daily walk with the Lord. I like the part that says, "make progress". That really sums up the whole matter. If we are not progressing in our faith walk then we are most certainly sliding backward. Limbo is not an applicable term when it comes to Christianity.<br /><br />20But you, beloved, <strong>build yourselves up</strong> [founded] on your most holy faith [[<a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jude%201:20-25&version=45#fen-AMP-30692a">a</a>]<strong>make progress</strong>, rise like an edifice higher and higher], <strong>pray</strong>ing <strong>in the Holy Spirit</strong>;<br /><strong>21Guard and keep yourselves</strong> in the love of God; expect and <strong>patiently wait</strong> for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ (the Messiah)--[which will bring you] unto life eternal.<br /><br />22And <strong>refute [so as to] convict some</strong> who dispute with you, and on some <strong>have mercy</strong> who waver and doubt.<br />23[<strong>Strive to] save others</strong>, <strong>snatching [them] out of [the] fire</strong>; on others <strong>take pity</strong> [but] with fear, loathing even the garment spotted by the flesh and polluted by their sensuality.<br /><br />24Now to Him Who is able to keep you without stumbling or slipping or falling, and to present [you] unblemished (blameless and faultless) before the presence of His glory in triumphant joy and exultation [with unspeakable, ecstatic delight]--<br /> 25To the one only God, our Savior through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory (splendor), majesty, might and dominion, and power and authority, before all time and now and forever (unto all the ages of eternity). Amen (so be it). <a href="http://http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jude%201:20-25&version=45">Jude 1:20-25 </a>The Amplified Bible<div class="blogger-post-footer">@C.H.Green 2007</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0