tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561714132701866302024-03-18T21:32:09.034-07:00Glitter Girl LiberationGlitter Girl Liberation is a blog for women to help see their lives changed by the liberating, transforming power of God so that they can shine brightly, reflecting the beauty and glory of God, and to help liberate women from the pressure to conform to the mindset of this world that measures beauty and success by outward appearance through helping them discover God’s real definition of success as defined in His word.Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-53808359677573508232010-09-17T10:44:00.000-07:002010-09-17T11:09:49.736-07:00"Letting Go... For Now"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlG1YgtrunxI4w7-19T9XRIETPNDj0zMX4mUW9xlVvQUcTZYEXDoIt2pakGvUehjyDwsDsyqEO-jrPhv0P97baW_raZBH35LOJHmTyhoZjimbJCf9rtpif3Ksygu7ar58BLufJ_NtzCDi/s1600/4+seasons.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517946170917428930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlG1YgtrunxI4w7-19T9XRIETPNDj0zMX4mUW9xlVvQUcTZYEXDoIt2pakGvUehjyDwsDsyqEO-jrPhv0P97baW_raZBH35LOJHmTyhoZjimbJCf9rtpif3Ksygu7ar58BLufJ_NtzCDi/s320/4+seasons.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>As you can see, I haven't posted anything new in a while. I have stopped writing in the blogs because I felt that the Lord spoke to my heart to let it go. At this point it was becoming a distraction and extra work on me. Our lives need to be more "simple" and not cluttered with too many extras. They tend to distract from what is the issue at hand. At times, even the work of the Lord can do that. </p><br /><p>There are seasons to things in our lives too. I believe this blog was for a season, but now that season has come to an end. However, having said all that, I am not going to delete the blog but will leave it up and running should the season come back around... sometimes we repeat seasons, just like we do in the natural.</p><br /><p>At the end of each post I have made note of the fact that there are some things that<span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em> <strong>Glitter Girls</strong></em></span> know. Well, we know when it is time to say yes or no, when it is time to keep or let go. I know it is time to let it go.... but perhaps I will see you around on this blog again?!</p><br /><p><em>"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1</em></p>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-68845544968311242082009-05-09T11:10:00.000-07:002009-05-09T11:19:43.730-07:00"Happy Mother's Day"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbENfN_tWS0UbWiyKBELZEkTR_sAXlt5LXPLQaxKFYCYsKchLTra49mkRICKHc1brEVY2OFdn8OzzEly9CfG1Fvu6qtaxUmhyphenhyphenpDvFD_zb-8ro1j-mMpdL-zvG-XlY9ziWyRu1yM9VN-th/s1600-h/calla_lily_bunch+MDay.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333890379607554274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbENfN_tWS0UbWiyKBELZEkTR_sAXlt5LXPLQaxKFYCYsKchLTra49mkRICKHc1brEVY2OFdn8OzzEly9CfG1Fvu6qtaxUmhyphenhyphenpDvFD_zb-8ro1j-mMpdL-zvG-XlY9ziWyRu1yM9VN-th/s320/calla_lily_bunch+MDay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left">It has been so long since I have posted anything here... sorry! Liberation doesn't mean liberated from carrying on duties and responsibilities, it just helps you put them in proper perspective. As you put them in proper perspective you realize how blessed you are to have the ability to do what is required of you in everyday life. So my "blessings" have kept me pretty tied up. But I was determined that they weren't going to take the opportunity from me to wish all my wonderful sisters a Happy Mother's Day. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I hope the day brings you much joy!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>May God bless you "REAL GOOD"!!!!!!</strong></span></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-86070561002810006132009-04-30T11:50:00.000-07:002009-04-20T10:47:07.067-07:00"I'm A Liberated 'Glitter Girl'"<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>(FYI: This is my opening post to help explain what the Glitter Girl Liberation is all about. New posts are added under this one.)</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>glit·ter</strong> (gl t r) n. 1. A sparkling or glistening light. 2. Brilliant or showy, often superficial attractiveness. 3. Small pieces of light-reflecting decorative material.<br /><strong>glit·ter</strong> [glit-er] v. 1.to reflect light with a brilliant, sparkling luster; sparkle with reflected light. 2. To make a brilliant show. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></div></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRACkQzQjQzmxnG7YkYQx9tJTCXj5ExIjTXJlZ17S7306xRnPJ4XYdSMwu2mmRkL-YhR8EfJyYkJb48ijvyxz_zt0mLrYMM3fJFn_7KioeQ1-Xe7e2YDR_BQPXFphvDk-VU4ezwO1QgKk/s1600-h/slippers.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247459102945609266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px" height="54" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyRACkQzQjQzmxnG7YkYQx9tJTCXj5ExIjTXJlZ17S7306xRnPJ4XYdSMwu2mmRkL-YhR8EfJyYkJb48ijvyxz_zt0mLrYMM3fJFn_7KioeQ1-Xe7e2YDR_BQPXFphvDk-VU4ezwO1QgKk/s200/slippers.gif" width="74" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Welcome to my blog. At first glance you may be wondering what this little corner of the web is about- maybe you’ve figured it out?<br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">If you’d like to find out go put on your fuzzy slippers, get a cup of coffee, ice tea, or whateve</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwPrC_abNmdvFIpPWAGVaDnGCNLOggUISCXjMm1LpovvehZr_CoQz7xUtmhoTiy8XXalG4vEZwO-w2qKi3cxD_144aQO1eSoX-jeYH3V4khr0gK0G_bddHHFJbPyb0eKGt-rsz-TELwfH/s1600-h/ring.gif"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070273889934530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px" height="64" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwPrC_abNmdvFIpPWAGVaDnGCNLOggUISCXjMm1LpovvehZr_CoQz7xUtmhoTiy8XXalG4vEZwO-w2qKi3cxD_144aQO1eSoX-jeYH3V4khr0gK0G_bddHHFJbPyb0eKGt-rsz-TELwfH/s200/ring.gif" width="50" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">r</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dft99OJ9ty8gzdKFVUEOqqCt5vgvZ12fbwDJ5izaOIVVsD6T_-p-CM66Br_kxLzZIe-WnR4gK2uQ8ivn7OcsVrbItydkw-559FbcB-zRbcWxVR5rxfcTvp2bZ0Wf8sHcwdGMbHVLiBDs/s1600-h/ring+2.gif"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070677961524834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 47px" height="52" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dft99OJ9ty8gzdKFVUEOqqCt5vgvZ12fbwDJ5izaOIVVsD6T_-p-CM66Br_kxLzZIe-WnR4gK2uQ8ivn7OcsVrbItydkw-559FbcB-zRbcWxVR5rxfcTvp2bZ0Wf8sHcwdGMbHVLiBDs/s200/ring+2.gif" width="72" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> your preference is- and let’s talk for a while.<br /><br />We all know that things aren’t always as they appear. Take these two rings, for example, they both appear to be diamonds, but one isn’t. The difference is not in the size, or the shape or the color of the ring. The difference is in the “quality”. One has great value and the other is just for show. It’s hard to tell the real from the fake unless you give it a closer inspection and you know what you are looking for in order to spot the difference. The genuine diamond shines all the way through. The fake one only shines on the surface. It sparkles (glitters) but only gives an illusion to make you think that it is something that it is not. It’s showy but has a superficial attractiveness.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Have you figured out what this space is about yet? If you think it’s going to be filled with a lot of “bling” and “show”, guess again. It may appear that way but it’s not. It’s a blog to help “liberate” women- liberate them from worldly philosophies, social peer pressures, opinions of man founded in unrealistic perceptions, the misnomer about true beauty and womanhood, and religious nonsense that has kept women from truly being everything that God has destined them (you) to be. These forces will try to tell you that this is what makes you “shine” (glitter). They try to tell you that you are a “nobody” and of no value if you don’t follow suit and conform to their mode.<br /><br />Women can be compared to these two rings. The one that was fake (“glittered”) best fits the first definition- it has only superficial beauty but no real value, even though it is prized by the wearer. This describes so many women in our society. They are perceived as “glitter” (attractive) because of their social status, because they follow the crowd, because they are politically correct, have the same values as everyone else in society or because of their outward beauty. The other ring “glittered” because it was the real thing- nothing superficial about it- genuine through and through. This describes a true “glitter” girl. She doesn’t have a facade, has beauty on the inside even if she doesn’t have it on the outside. Her beauty is not just “skin deep”. As a matter of fact, it may not be obvious who she is when they look upon her outside, but upon a closer inspection the difference is quiet obvious.<br /><br />If we think we are something when we are nothing, we deceive ourselves. (Galatians 6:3) But the truth sets us free. (John 8:32) There is a deception that so many women have fallen into that says who you are and your value is determined by your appearance, popularity, wealth, material possessions, what you do, who you know, what your status in life is, etc. If that’s you this little space is here to help liberate you from that deceptive mindset so that who you are is not just “superficial” but the real thing.<br /><br />Like the real diamond ring there are real “glitter girls”. They are more like the second definition. They “sparkle” with the light of Jesus because they are a refection of Him in the world. But many of these glitter girls need liberation too. They feel intimidated because they bought into the lie of the world’s definition as the true one and don’t feel they measure up. As a result they have hid their lights under a basket. Because they believe this they are being held captive. But the good news is… Jesus came to set the captive free (Luke 4:18). He came to liberate us!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Let the liberation begin!</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-35085994714483887672009-04-04T14:01:00.001-07:002009-04-05T15:11:33.945-07:00"HATS... HATS...HATS!!!"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMuwVwVhdGnTd-pg0_gCkbPPOF4xO9rZ2149RZoQ-jlhN-pgA0AA-VFlQrMUcg_5Ez35xMwh5qRps5l26vQ6dGcfxh6fMfH9uoLTDAPGkS9g0UeyWpOKFLId9A8H9IEHwk_Z60Wn3E2RLi/s1600-h/hats+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320944552381916594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMuwVwVhdGnTd-pg0_gCkbPPOF4xO9rZ2149RZoQ-jlhN-pgA0AA-VFlQrMUcg_5Ez35xMwh5qRps5l26vQ6dGcfxh6fMfH9uoLTDAPGkS9g0UeyWpOKFLId9A8H9IEHwk_Z60Wn3E2RLi/s320/hats+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have always loved hats. I loved them so much that my best friend bought me a box full of antique hats at an auction once and surprised me with them because she knew I liked them so well. Yes, I actually wore many of them! Some of the hats were wide brimmed, some were velvet, some had that fine black netting that came down over your face… they were sooo cute.<br /><br />I don’t know why I liked wearing hats so much maybe it’s because of the way they made me “feel”. I would feel “pretty” when I had on a certain hat. Another would make me feel “glamorous”, or “sophisticated”, or even “playful”.<br /><br />I chose which hat to wear according to where I was going and what I was doing… had to have them match everything else. I haven’t worn a hat in a while now, not one that you can see anyways. The hats I wear now days are invisible to the naked eye, but I am still sporting them nevertheless. (As are most of you.)<br /><br />My hats include the “mother’s hat”, the “grandmother’s hat”, the “wife’s”, the “sister”, the “daughter”, the “friend”, the “listener”, the “confidant”, the “encourager”, the “teacher”, the “minister”, the “servant” and a host of other hats.<br /><br />Like the hats I used to wear… I love these all too. I love them because I know each one is a “designer original”. Each hat that I wear has been designed for me by God… and fits me to a “t”.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Do I have a favorite? While I love them all, I guess my favorite is the “God’s daughter hat”. When I have that one on- which is all the time, never take it off- I feel “special”, I feel “loved”, I feel “important”. It also makes me feel that I want to “look my best” while wearing it because it’s a reflection of Him as well. How does that “hat” make you feel?<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321331933431081314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEatIA102co_trTGmTkSUGtYpQi86d0VXDOdXebcGMa2zSJcMHIka3EALhy4MGRzQ5rbXPSLntK7MTXrbfpjupPxUQcFmnz7dqXd4iSD1twCDguXa3Ge9kPXMgjoNidEewzN5Y7Mj8qhb6/s320/tiara2.jpg" border="0" /></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Thanks, Samantha, for reminding me what a "God's daughter's hat" looks like!!!!<br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-75285632728418438952009-03-23T09:41:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:46:43.639-07:00"Shining Louder or Talking Louder?"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gVR4mG-XP_2H0bEg7SS773RIq0o8-bzsBCWu0EIWfi9k7j6NXfAEWdXJNkfpXt9QcbQqNzQ6Z2o87LTgyFWWWAb4FeGtXNWv0jhsjpH4hqPkwHweW5hNa2n3uC-opScXc7Vx2Ev9FBY_/s1600-h/talkativewoman.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316424619912794322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gVR4mG-XP_2H0bEg7SS773RIq0o8-bzsBCWu0EIWfi9k7j6NXfAEWdXJNkfpXt9QcbQqNzQ6Z2o87LTgyFWWWAb4FeGtXNWv0jhsjpH4hqPkwHweW5hNa2n3uC-opScXc7Vx2Ev9FBY_/s320/talkativewoman.gif" border="0" /></a>This weekend I took down the curtains in my office to wash them. I didn’t get them hung back up before the day was over, and would not do it on Sunday. So this morning when I sit down to the computer, the sun almost blinded me. My desk is under the window that faces east. (We all know what direction the sun rises from.)<br /></div><div align="left"><br />As I was trying to work, in spite of the bright light that was coming in through the window, it made me think about Jesus who is The Light of the world and how as a Christian I am to be letting His light shine through me. This led me to wonder, “Are people able to ‘see’ Christ’s light in me or is it hid by what they ‘hear’ from me?"<br /><br />Is the light hid or dimmed because of the things I say?—the unkind words, the criticism, the belittling statements, the harsh response, voicing my desires above anyone else’s, the nagging, the blaming, hateful words, fear, defeatism, etc.<br /><br />Christ’s light should be shining brightly through us but it can be hid if our unpleasant words are speaking louder. People often remember what you “say” more than they remember what you “do”. So our words need to be shining brightly and they will if they reflect the glory of God. They do that when our words are wholesome, seasoned with salt, full of grace, kind, patient, edifying, compassionate, loving, full of blessings, encouragement, praise and so on.<br /><br />I don’t want my words to hide His light… I want even my words to shine brightly for Him.</div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-16713530418656405002009-03-10T20:33:00.001-07:002009-03-10T20:34:35.782-07:00"Super Woman"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4c5EqOOiS2RN9Ek3Mhs0zwG20SdtK1FPpkuBepzp34dUU2sOBsats2fSKJsV9jSjSZP3VDWtKC8Uwiv5AD5yrDNeRnFKa73_BZ0Ly_dDlPwluD0Lt9SFSeL_OgQsxCUWlEolOPZK1siMv/s1600-h/super+woman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311768281390281202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4c5EqOOiS2RN9Ek3Mhs0zwG20SdtK1FPpkuBepzp34dUU2sOBsats2fSKJsV9jSjSZP3VDWtKC8Uwiv5AD5yrDNeRnFKa73_BZ0Ly_dDlPwluD0Lt9SFSeL_OgQsxCUWlEolOPZK1siMv/s320/super+woman.jpg" border="0" /></a>The other day I told my husband that I was feeling sluggish and needed an “oil change”. Sometimes you can burn the candle at both ends, run here and there, start early and go until late, stay on the go, attend one meeting after another, do everything that others expect of you and just run out of “fuel”. That’s how I felt last week.<br /><br />I bring this up because most of us seem to have the mentality that we should be “super-mom” or “wonder woman”. Society tries to tell us that this is who we are. Remember the song, “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let you forget you’re a man, because I’m a woman.”? Even when I look at the Proverbs 31 women, I feel I fall so short. Am I by myself? I am not talking defeat- I know I am victorious in Christ- I am just saying that I am not and can not always be and do everything everybody expects of and from me. And that being the case, I don’t need to try to conform to that or let the demands of others cause me to miss my true purpose and be the person God intends for me to be. I just need to make sure that my life is pleasing to the Lord and that I am in the center of His will for me.<br /><br />So, it’s all right if I can’t leap tall buildings at a single bound; if I am not faster than a speeding locomotive; if I can’t be in more than one place at a time. I may not be super woman, but I am who He wants me to be and that is “super” enough. </div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-37693008535159760942009-03-04T06:32:00.000-08:002009-03-04T06:36:10.106-08:00"The Princess Test"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6-o1IEQ4ZHc7UStHh_5XjaAmYwgX4LVzEfNoKDuhjWa7ggDePz5q80vrD26IM4B_A6UeeIZ9qXo8V9uKdvgLhEhjkCBu0zCeHNKCKZFW3UcezhP3mKteMib8rJJsQNy8fR9aQw_CO6IR/s1600-h/Princess+%26+pea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309340879358759506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6-o1IEQ4ZHc7UStHh_5XjaAmYwgX4LVzEfNoKDuhjWa7ggDePz5q80vrD26IM4B_A6UeeIZ9qXo8V9uKdvgLhEhjkCBu0zCeHNKCKZFW3UcezhP3mKteMib8rJJsQNy8fR9aQw_CO6IR/s320/Princess+%26+pea.jpg" border="0" /></a>The other day I was thinking about a fairy tale that I had heard when I was a little girl- you may remember it- “The Princess and the Pea”. I call it, “The Princess Test”. You know the story, a prince wanted to get married but he had to marry a princess- a “real” princess, not a “wanna be”. One day a princess came to the castle but she didn’t look like a princess. They devised a test to determine whether she was a real princess or not. They invited her to spend the night, but the bed she was to sleep on had twenty mattresses on it. Unbeknownst to the girl the queen had placed a tiny little pea beneath the bottom mattress. In the morning, she was asked how she slept. She said she had a terrible night because something hard was in the bed and she was black and blue from lying on it. They knew she was a real princess because only a real princess could be as sensitive as that. So she and the prince were married and lived happily ever after.<br /><br />I am a princess- a “real” one- because I’m the daughter of a King (our Heavenly King). And I began to wonder just how sensitive I am to even “little” sins. Do they “irritate” my spirit? Are they so much a part of my life that I don’t even notice them? Or do they make me uncomfortable? Does that unkind word, that thoughtless act, that angry thought, that “evil eye” look or that harsh word I speak even bother me? They should, but if they don’t… I failed the “princess test”… and I have to keep working on it until they do. </div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-34580836437408730202009-02-25T07:07:00.000-08:002009-04-20T15:43:29.015-07:00"Shave Your Legs!"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJq2tvIPbJSopu43qeVwA04yrWhKOo4binCtdkqzUJCJ0zDjg8k5Vqcltkb-EHQW0QMxrMKPN3S2B_79bgnC3vqzmG1Vnt01bid1BPud8RjoCPIrBzjT0ju-HOfNY0cP_I0t1N7gJtv-x/s1600-h/shaving_legs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306752463578804626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJq2tvIPbJSopu43qeVwA04yrWhKOo4binCtdkqzUJCJ0zDjg8k5Vqcltkb-EHQW0QMxrMKPN3S2B_79bgnC3vqzmG1Vnt01bid1BPud8RjoCPIrBzjT0ju-HOfNY0cP_I0t1N7gJtv-x/s320/shaving_legs.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ok, I confess… I HATE to shave!! I don’t know who- or why- ever came up with the idea that women should shave their legs! Honestly, it is a PAIN! (Oops, it sounds like I am complaining- better watch that- Father doesn’t like complaining!) I guess I should put it this way- while I don’t like to do it, I am thankful that I can.<br /><br />Since it’s not one of those things I like to do, why do I do it? Surely, I am “liberated” enough that I don’t have to do what everyone else is doing? Shaving is not one of those things that I do for myself. I do it for my husband. He likes my legs shaven. He doesn’t like to be stuck by “porcupine” needles, or rub up against a “Brillo” pad, or not be able to tell if he is rubbing his own leg or mine.<br /><br />The reality of it is, most of what we do we do for others- it’s not about us. (Shaving is not about me- I can live without it.) As daughters of our Heavenly Father our lives are not about us, they are about: Him and them! What we do, the way we conduct our lives, should always be putting others first- their comfort, their needs, their happiness. I know, this sounds so contradictory to what we are taught and what society tells us. But this is what the Bible teaches. Therefore, this conduct is what is pleasing to the Father.<br /><br />Is shaving a big deal? Will it be the end of the world if I don’t? Can I live with unshaven legs? But will it make my husband happier if I do?<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">“Love each other as brothers and sisters and honor others more than you do yourself.” (Romans 12:10- CEV)</span></em></span></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-15568809661517801282009-02-18T12:21:00.000-08:002009-02-18T12:31:52.449-08:00"Missed Opportunity"<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304237735061658306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwJDKTuryfQSlyaM3n1LzvSajRgYp18_TllVSa_5G0StxS1JBzU__ON_lkHFMUuuRs7tPQsnzQE_yH5XaRXYMzNGiLfQOba-oSpcDqNrTlua91VvOPS-1ZrwMHVijV78fBvmcm4tUEeZ7/s400/Valentine+hearts.jpg" border="0" />I just realized that I missed a good opportunity to post something here on Valentine’s Day. Who can’t write something about “LOVE”! There is always something to say like- what your honey did for you, how they treated you special, or how they “forgot” to pick up roses and candy on the way home! Oh, well, maybe next year, or maybe not, or maybe I will write something anyway???<br /><br />There are three things I have learned about opportunities that come our way that we miss: some are never lost, some are lost for the moment but will present themselves again, and some are lost forever.<br /><br />What do you do with the opportunities that you have missed and know they are gone forever? There are a number of things you can do. You can spend your life trying to get it to present itself again- always trying to make something happen but never succeeding. You can spend your life mourning over it- I call it “crying over spilled milk” (that’s what I usually did). You can beat yourself up about it and as a result either never take advantage of any opportunity that comes your way or wear yourself out analyzing everything so you don’t repeat the same mistake.<br /><br />I have learned that the best way to handle it is by doing what Paul said- “forget those things that are behind”. (Phil 3:3) Come to grips with the fact that you missed it. Stop beating yourself up about it. Go to God with it and admit to Him that you missed it. Receive His forgiveness and peace, then let it go. . Leave it in the past so that it will not affect your present and/or your future. Use it as a stepping stone instead of a stumbling block by applying the lesson that you can learn from it. </div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-24208826676426502412009-02-11T18:30:00.000-08:002009-02-11T18:43:52.699-08:00"I Like Me"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUmncgzHGRkjwuy-RsP3m93BuJvGtL7cZGTp25I1SH2yrHDlFtBZaivySv2nKKOaXyAVCTtlBMZZ9uQsyQYXW4Vz7Xn1-GN6J71uJXv9xaWHR34InZeyW9iikrj4OXH2uvhQR2L32rbvw/s1600-h/I+like+Me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301734051705981490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUmncgzHGRkjwuy-RsP3m93BuJvGtL7cZGTp25I1SH2yrHDlFtBZaivySv2nKKOaXyAVCTtlBMZZ9uQsyQYXW4Vz7Xn1-GN6J71uJXv9xaWHR34InZeyW9iikrj4OXH2uvhQR2L32rbvw/s200/I+like+Me.jpg" border="0" /></a> Have you ever received one of those “surveys” that ask you about yourself: what’s your favorite food, what are you wearing at this moment, when was the last time you cried, etc. Some of the questions I have to think about because I don’t really know how to answer it- the answers are not always “cut and dry”. One question I always have trouble with is the one that asks: What do you dislike most about yourself? </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">That is a hard one. I really have to give some thought to it because, honestly, I like myself. I know that may sound conceded but it’s not meant to. When I say I like myself, I am not saying that I am perfect. I am not saying that I have an hour glass figure, I’m a perfect “10”, I don’t have any “character flaws”, I never say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing, or that I never mess up. I am a long way from being perfect- if you don’t believe me just ask my husband. Neither am I saying that there isn’t room for improvement in my life and that I don’t need to make some changes- physically and spiritually. I am well aware of my shortcomings. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">What I am saying is that I like who I am because God likes who I am. He made me the way I am and He never makes “junk”. We are told in scripture to “love thy neighbor as thyself”. I am supposed to love myself. Not with a conceded, arrogant, prideful love, but confident in who made me and who lives within me and He is the perfect one. It is important that we find happiness with ourselves and have peace within our own skin. I didn’t make me, but God did and He designed me the way He wanted me to be, so I love what He loves… even if it is me! </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-28285506514365614472009-01-18T13:31:00.000-08:002009-01-18T13:49:09.434-08:00"Don't Play With Your Food"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kWBsRwwPHqHBZZCNTOSb1U8wpSJzPgfpPlzuEcE-PAyRrQBMsdiCCEXb0YERWtvpUlIMXdCOjwyAH3f65W313LfaU3OWM6JWvkAxrYR-zlC8da6yV_iXXc7714_4RIraOWUgP8xgBjwq/s1600-h/100_2846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750814613429042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kWBsRwwPHqHBZZCNTOSb1U8wpSJzPgfpPlzuEcE-PAyRrQBMsdiCCEXb0YERWtvpUlIMXdCOjwyAH3f65W313LfaU3OWM6JWvkAxrYR-zlC8da6yV_iXXc7714_4RIraOWUgP8xgBjwq/s320/100_2846.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Last night we attended a party to celebrate our grandbaby’s first birthday. Like most parents they provided a cake for Lexi to “play/eat” by herself. (It’s just a strange first birthday tradition that most of us have adopted.) As they gave her the cake, you could tell she didn’t really know what to do with it. When they helped her a little and she finally put her hands in it, she gave a whine a couple of times with a look of “wonderment” on her face.<br /><br />Her reaction was as if she was confused about the whole thing. Even as young as she is, she already has a pretty clear concept of “no, no”. What was before her was usually a “no, no” but now she was being encouraged, “yes, yes”. I can only imagine what was going on in her little mind. “Why isn’t this a ‘no, no’ now? Am I going to get in trouble for this? Why are my parents wanting to put my hands in the cake?, etc.”<br /><br />Life can be like that for all of us at times- especially in the day and age we live in. What was “taboo” yesterday is accepted and applauded today. Yesterday you were “marked” and heard whispers behind your back for certain behavior, today it’s the norm. Yesterday morals were important, integrity was encouraged, your word was your bond, marriage was honorable, immorality was unacceptable and carried consequences. Boy, have times changed! Just the opposite is true.<br /><br />The rules keep changing, standards keep dropping, absolutes keep falling, the boundaries keep being moved and there are no limitations, so people stay in a constant state of confusion about what is right and what is wrong; what they should and shouldn't do.<br /><br />There is no need for us to be confused. Society may change, men’s opinions may change, peoples values may change, society may flounder, but God does not change. I am not confused over the message (changing messages) the world sends out because I know what God says about the issues. He is very clear and He has not changed them. What was sin to Him yesterday is still sin to Him today. What He called wrong yesterday is still wrong today. What He called unacceptable yesterday is still unacceptable today—and vice versa. It’s very plain and very clear, no need for confusion, just stick with God and you will always know what’s right and what’s wrong… regardless of who says otherwise.<br /><br />This <strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Glitter Girl"</span></em></strong> has been liberated from the confusion that society places on you each time they move the boundaries because I already know what God’s established boundaries are. </div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-11907784024265534522009-01-03T11:27:00.000-08:002009-01-03T11:50:52.213-08:00"A Designer Original"<div align="left">Was cleaning out my inbox today and came across this. Wanted to share it with you. Be blessed and remember that there is no other person like YOU! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You did not come off of an assembly line. You aren't a carbon copy. There was only one set of blueprints that God made you from, then He threw them away. He designed you with "you" in mind. You are uniquely and personally designed by God. You are a "designer original". </div><div align="left"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287155448764442290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N8kPHEbynMDv6Q8GhOvRcYMyWI74-1EiHZBrRKrWxveg9Bon3XyZ411gNz1ibyUaeUzibEmq5-VRwkNDyBVNUfWZMcK4GT6TLJXkx-5nib-tfzVMZND-cAAEkHaVO5Rh4QWDtCo7b_iE/s200/sister+friends.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A POEM ABOUT OUR GIRLFRIENDS</span> </div><div align="left">Someone will always be prettier.<br />Some will always be smarter. </div><div align="left">Some of their houses will be bigger.<br />Some will drive a better car.<br />Their children will do better in school. </div><div align="left">And their husband will fix more things around the house. </div><div align="left">So let it go, and love you and your circumstances. </div><div align="left">Think about it! </div><div align="left">The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart. </div><div align="left">And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children. </div><div align="left">And the richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the clothes~~~~ might be lonely. </div><div align="left">And the word says, "If I have not Love, I am nothing." </div><div align="left">So, again, love you. Love who you are. <em>(Who God made you.)</em><br />Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say, "I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!"<br />"Winners make things happen~~ Losers let things happen."<br />Be "blessed" ladies~~~~~ and pass this on to encourage another woman. </div><div align="left">"To the world you might be one person, but to the one person you just sent this to, it could mean so much."</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Glitter Girls"</span></strong> know they are one of a kind.</em></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-52134073465268548832008-12-22T10:39:00.000-08:002008-12-22T14:09:57.204-08:00"It's The Right Place"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vbJP2mkdxXXLVxXdxxkHXuCqmxq_PJDzM-KI5kZ_GT8ds3QtGlbzWLVySVRhzzJ5uPCjeche5bAsM410CCmYP_LDPrKOiUiVVAHkL-wR0jljXlw2N6ndWTVur78gkW5RzL9G_7LlvuNI/s1600-h/100_2524.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725061830632290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vbJP2mkdxXXLVxXdxxkHXuCqmxq_PJDzM-KI5kZ_GT8ds3QtGlbzWLVySVRhzzJ5uPCjeche5bAsM410CCmYP_LDPrKOiUiVVAHkL-wR0jljXlw2N6ndWTVur78gkW5RzL9G_7LlvuNI/s320/100_2524.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>"And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn."(Luke 2:6,7)</em><br /><p align="left">I remember when I was expecting my first (and only) child. My thoughts would occasionally wander toward the end of my pregnancy. I would have such thoughts as: What would labor be like? Was it going to hurt really bad? Will I be in labor long? But the foremost question on my mind was… Will I make it to the hospital on time?! We all dream of having a “perfect” delivery…. by that I mean, at the hospital with the doctor delivering the baby; or for some, at home with a midwife.<br /><br />That has not always been the case for some. I know a lady whose baby was born in her father in law’s truck on the way to the hospital. On television we have seen babies born in taxi cabs, in elevators, in restaurants, etc.<br /><br />I imagine that Mary had such thoughts about her delivery as well. I am sure she thought she would give birth to the Son of God in a nice, clean, comfortable bed, well attended by those who had delivered other babies … after all, this was no ordinary baby. But as we know, that was not the case.<br /><br />I have to wonder what was going through her mind when she went into labor in the stable? Surely she thought, “This can’t be happening? This isn’t right! It’s not suppose to be like this! I am having the promised Savior.” While she was thinking those thoughts, God was saying, “No, this is not a mistake; this is My plan. This is just the way, and the place, I intended for it to happen”.<br /><br />God is like that. We think one way, He thinks another. We think on one level, He thinks on another. We think in temporary terms, He thinks in eternal. We think in the natural, He thinks in the spiritual. We think in the present, He thinks in the future. We think with limited knowledge, He thinks with unlimited knowledge. We think with our own understanding, He thinks with infinite wisdom.<br /><br />Often, what we think is wrong, He says it’s right, and vice versa. We don’t always know the full plan of God, just like Mary didn’t know. But I am sure that she trusted Him anyway because she knew that if He could supernaturally, miraculously open her womb and place His Son in there, then He certainly could take care of the events surrounding His birth.<br /><br />This <em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Glitter Girl”</span></strong></em> knows that I don’t know everything, so I have to trust the fact that He does… so it will be all right. </p>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-25450292527789641792008-11-26T14:59:00.000-08:002008-11-26T15:26:15.529-08:00"Giving Thanks"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5hX9ttgg5eZ-0k5snnr5gQuAydKnMoNMUkdEdv_ui2CzywZCBpNrJndaiipJu0vdgU4wf3-FOexCN5e7wJ2ym-P8qe0gv7E7-Ulrj0vH6i8TRnkDr1w_78CToxjbcXlCiYq6jDzqCexK/s1600-h/100_1777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273111069665615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5hX9ttgg5eZ-0k5snnr5gQuAydKnMoNMUkdEdv_ui2CzywZCBpNrJndaiipJu0vdgU4wf3-FOexCN5e7wJ2ym-P8qe0gv7E7-Ulrj0vH6i8TRnkDr1w_78CToxjbcXlCiYq6jDzqCexK/s320/100_1777.JPG" border="0" /></a> This week we are celebrating Thanksgiving so I thought I should post something appropriate... like... what I am thankful for. The more I thought about my list of things that I am thankful for... it got longer and longer and longer. Of course, I couldn't write them all down because #1 there is not enough room here, and #2 you would get tired of reading them all. So I thought I could narrow it down a bit. But should my list then be one of a physical nature or spiritual nature-I've been blessed in both. I finally came to the conclusion that I would just say that I am thankful for the smallest of blessings- like eyelashes- to the greatest one I have attained- salvation through the grace and shed blood of Jesus. That should cover all the ones that are "in between" too. Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.<br /><div align="left"><br />This <em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Glitter Girl"</span></strong></em> knows that she has more to be thankful for then she could ever name. <em>"In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." 1 Thessalonians 5:18</em></div></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-10195417803235597522008-11-17T06:46:00.000-08:002008-12-22T14:08:48.815-08:00"Happy Birthday To Me"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0jaZau-HX1NNq-TWsy3dhm3h98n92F53kVQoxFfYzI733AjBJuOMx4VAoI7n3p_Kz_MMo0_Rjb_SFQQhcGy4ka6r_HJ-hb9eV1QwSBok6kGfGFQ2SBmxbmpsXKZmd4Nrlu9giqFSHQRe/s1600-h/100_2187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282725881506350130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0jaZau-HX1NNq-TWsy3dhm3h98n92F53kVQoxFfYzI733AjBJuOMx4VAoI7n3p_Kz_MMo0_Rjb_SFQQhcGy4ka6r_HJ-hb9eV1QwSBok6kGfGFQ2SBmxbmpsXKZmd4Nrlu9giqFSHQRe/s320/100_2187.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>“Today is my birthday… so Happy to Me!”</em> I told you it was rapidly approaching 50. Well… it’s HERE! Someone asked me at church last night if I was “depressed” about turning 50! You know, when I was growing up, 50 sounded so oooold, so ancient, so antique. I thought of 50 year old people as people with “one foot in the grave” and the other one sliding that way. But now that I am there (here)… it isn’t old at all. As a matter of fact, I have looked forward to it. I understand that they are saying that 50 is the “new 40” so that means I am actually getting “younger” or “better”.<br /><br />Am I depressed about being “half a century” old? Of course not! I read in the Bible that 50 years was the time of “Jubilee”. So today is my day of “Jubilee”. Besides, if I am celebrating my birthday, it means I am still alive. And if I am still alive, it means that God is not finished with me yet. It means that He still has a plan for my life- regardless, of my age. It means that I still have a race to run- and win, a course to finish, a prize to attain, a mission to accomplish, a destiny to fulfill.<br /><br />The world looks at my age and says that I am only 3 years away from not being able to learn a new skill- I guess after that my brain must go to sleep or something? It tells me that I am only 12 years away from retirement- does that mean that I will no longer be a productive member of society? I missed the age limit for “American Idol” by 20 years- does that mean that I no longer have talent? I am also told that I am "Over the Hill"- which hill would that be? If I listened to what the world says about my age, I might have reason to be depressed. But I don’t listen to them, I know that God is not a respecter of persons- nor of age. Mary was a teen-age girl when she gave birth to the Messiah. Sarah was 90 when she gave birth to the promised son Isaac. Elizabeth was older than 50 when she gave birth to John the Baptist- the forerunner of Christ. Naomi was on up in age when she was blessed with a new family and became the great-great grandmother of King David. When I look at it from God’s perspective…I know the best is yet to come.<br /><br />This <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>“Glitter Girl”</strong></span></em> knows that regardless of how many candles are on the cake, God still has a plan for me because I am still here… so I plan on celebrating this day. <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Today is my birthday… so Happy to Me!”<br /></div></span></strong>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-5486133973602877852008-11-07T10:08:00.000-08:002008-11-07T10:16:00.611-08:00"I Have A Plan"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oKFEccB57R4iprBmgd74VEIHdZmbvJgtp9q5bFkw6IN7lE6oRxoRxcJVROC0cM14Z_kRXlOVBDSsOzLuWeT3M3zkjp8JlFI3dzEBS7yE-KN8FcEd8Df4BzfkVsBtrwsvv2Qpv1MyCqVS/s1600-h/planner+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265980719398237650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oKFEccB57R4iprBmgd74VEIHdZmbvJgtp9q5bFkw6IN7lE6oRxoRxcJVROC0cM14Z_kRXlOVBDSsOzLuWeT3M3zkjp8JlFI3dzEBS7yE-KN8FcEd8Df4BzfkVsBtrwsvv2Qpv1MyCqVS/s320/planner+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>My original plan when I started this blog was to add to it each week… so much for plans. I’ve missed a week, almost two. I should know better than making my own plans because things will happen to change my plans- interruptions, change in schedules, unexpected problems, poor use of time, unplanned events. There is only so much time to get so much done. This is why the Lord tells us to “redeem the time”. (Ephesians 5:16) Other Bible versions say: make the most of the time, make every moment count, make the best use of your time. I had an older gentleman tell me once that “time is the stuff that life is made of”. I have never forgotten those wise words, although I don’t always apply them by using the gift of time that God has given me wisely.<br /><br />There is so much that vies for our time- family, friends, jobs, housework, ministry duties, someone who needs to talk, emergency situations, social events, church obligations, appointments, errands to run, entertainment, the list is endless. Before you know it the time is gone and your plans, even the most well-laid, are still unaccomplished.<br /><br />I have learned that when things don’t always go according to my plans not to get upset, frustrated, angry or impatient. Sometimes God sends a “monkey wrench” into our plans to get us back to His plans. He has plans for me and so often, not only do my plans take me away from His plans, but they are the greatest waster of my time. Our plans need to be “flexible” leaving room for God to incorporate His plans into our day- His plans should always take precedence over our plans.<br /><br />The best way to make sure that your plans succeed, that you don’t waste time, that you aren’t majoring on minors is to follow this one Biblical principle: “Seek ye first the kingdom of God”. If you will, literally, apply that to your life- your plans, your decisions, your task, your time, before you do anything, acknowledge Him first, give His plans priority, then… all this shall be added to you.<br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><br />"Glitter Girls"</strong></span></em> know that plans can easily change. So let’s seek God’s plans first and acknowledge Him in all our plans. <em>“For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.” (James 4:15)<br /></div></em>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-86667613809897708262008-10-22T09:22:00.000-07:002008-10-22T09:41:31.638-07:00"Do Your Ears Hang Low...?"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97252MsXllYyi0J-9pUoF4nxngcFHuNv-LBNeuBubxY3CYUnMgwBmQGLusg-cfyj7VQAI6tL_d_qS6PJAQabIZDsBAYdEbtkcrmBoebidtSVp3FCiXs7mawnqF8MMh7bXH0QObQtd_fWx/s1600-h/Dumbo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260016067608276434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97252MsXllYyi0J-9pUoF4nxngcFHuNv-LBNeuBubxY3CYUnMgwBmQGLusg-cfyj7VQAI6tL_d_qS6PJAQabIZDsBAYdEbtkcrmBoebidtSVp3FCiXs7mawnqF8MMh7bXH0QObQtd_fWx/s200/Dumbo.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I was a little girl, my granny would say to me, “Baby, if mama mistreats you, you just flop your ears and fly to granny’s house.” Evidently, I have big ears. Isn’t it funny that you don’t notice such things about yourself until someone else points it out. I thought my ears were just fine, they used to come in handy when my hair was long- I could pull it behind them and it would stay out of my face.<br /><br />We have to guard against letting other’s opinion of our looks influence us in a negative way. It’s easy to take their comments and become “self conscience” of things about ourselves that we never gave a second thought about before. This can be a tool that the enemy uses to try to distract, discourage, depress and intimidate us. We start pondering such questions as: Do I look that bad? I wonder if everyone thinks that about me? Why hasn’t anyone ever told me before, don’t they love me? Then we become preoccupied with ourselves.<br /><br />I had to resolve myself to the fact that God made me. He planned me, shaped me and fashioned everything about me to His specifications. He gave me my big ears, and He must have wanted me to have them—perhaps it’s because He “likes” them and the way they look on my head. There is a song that my daughter learned in kindergarten, I don’t know the name of it- but it says, “Do your ears hang low? etc.” (You probably know it.) I am teaching it to my granddaughter but I am adding a “special” verse to it to teach her about Jesus and His design for her. The first part of the verse says, “But they hang on me just where God wants them to be and they fit my face so very perfectly…”<br /><br />This <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>“Glitter Girl”</em></strong></span> has been liberated from letting others make me feel self conscience because of what they define as "imperfections"- big ears, a long pointed nose, little lips, buggy eyes, too tall, too short, etc.. I know that I am uniquely designed by God, therefore, me and my “big ears” are comfortable with who we are. <em>“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.” Psalm 139:14<br /></div></em>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-63781936579215077962008-10-13T08:12:00.000-07:002008-10-13T08:22:58.209-07:00"I Love Lucy"<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOfjePHt2EqeuZ_eTUK6UmHFfLRvyYStpz-GOR-Ve80o2LXBL2mw2nmAh1Oe299avX1DZQVyQbZ9gehYCNom0C0p6KOXQk49JM4a8sovddYUFAIROjOlWpoGF1TN-u-zXjSEr8biuZ5ES/s1600-h/lucyethel_i_love_lucy%5B1%5D.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657583655979426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="146" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOfjePHt2EqeuZ_eTUK6UmHFfLRvyYStpz-GOR-Ve80o2LXBL2mw2nmAh1Oe299avX1DZQVyQbZ9gehYCNom0C0p6KOXQk49JM4a8sovddYUFAIROjOlWpoGF1TN-u-zXjSEr8biuZ5ES/s200/lucyethel_i_love_lucy%5B1%5D.png" width="195" border="0" /></a> I grew up watching television shows like “Lassie”, “Leave It To Beaver”, “The Andy Griffith Show” and “I Love Lucy”. I am sure most of you did too- or have at least seen them. Their reruns are still being aired.<br /><br />The show “I Love Lucy” was certainly titled correctly- after all- we all love Lucy. She was a very funny lady. Her mad cap antics kept us in stitches. She could get herself, her side-kick Ethel, Fred and Ricky into the most predicaments.<br /><br />Lucy was a “go getter”. If she wanted it, she went after it. She didn’t let her husband’s “no’s” stand in the way. She always found a way to “finagle” her way around him through one of her “hair brained” schemes. She would plot and plan trying to manipulate Ricky to say “yes” and let her have her way. While we loved laughing at and with Lucy (I am strictly referring to the character- not the actress Lucille Ball herself), it is one thing to watch on a television screen her insistent pursuit to have her way, it is another to adopt her methods and use them as a guideline in real life to get what you want.<br /><br />Her example of manipulation (and, yes, that’s exactly what it was) is not a good example to follow. As a follower of Jesus Christ I have learned that getting my way through manipulation is never the best choice- or the “God” choice. The Bible is clear that manipulation is witchcraft, and witchcraft has no part in the Christian life.<br /><br />Do I always get my way? No. Do I always need to get my way? No. Is it always in my best interest to have my way? No. But if it is in my best interest and it’s God’s will for me but my husband is not willing to let me have it, or do it, I don’t have to manipulate him or the situation in order for it to go in my favor. I have a Heavenly Father that I can go to in prayer about the situation. He knows how to orchestrate, change and turn things around so that they work together for my good because I love Him and am called according to His purpose.<br /><br />Lucy often discovered that when she finally did get her way, she wished she hadn’t. She also discovered that if she had waited and been a little more patient Ricky had already changed his mind. I don’t have to fight my own battles- with anyone- if I turn them over to God He will do it for me—if it is in accordance to His plan for my life. So I’ll wait and let Him do it! <em>"The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace." (Exodus 14:14)<br /></em><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>"Glitter Girls"</em></strong></span> know that it is always in our best interest to wait patiently for God to move on our behalf and not try to manipulate the situation ourselves.</div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-41596291575394454692008-10-04T19:34:00.000-07:002008-10-05T20:24:05.077-07:00"Now Faith Is...?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlJ231LEMhaZfuiqhc05ZGRwzKMRQqf4n4wOxn6vjoP9VL3QtatOuyvjnz8Nd8A1ylebaXK92WArlDS0Y9GDtWJlszLqHBNZNcCJwSQYQek1d9OGNVoi78ygOWHkkqMc4E_Dx5k6Pr06D/s1600-h/Faith+isn%27t.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253492945620009394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlJ231LEMhaZfuiqhc05ZGRwzKMRQqf4n4wOxn6vjoP9VL3QtatOuyvjnz8Nd8A1ylebaXK92WArlDS0Y9GDtWJlszLqHBNZNcCJwSQYQek1d9OGNVoi78ygOWHkkqMc4E_Dx5k6Pr06D/s200/Faith+isn%27t.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">I don’t know if you can read the fine print on this beautiful little graphic or not, but the author is Joni Erickson Tada. Because of her paralysis and confinement to a wheelchair she has been accused of not having faith. Her accuser’s “reasoning” causes them to conclude that if she had faith she would be healed. Let’s get “liberated” from some “stinking thinking” today.<br /><br />There is no doubt that God is the healer, there is no doubt that if we can believe all things are possible to them who believe, there is no doubt that at times Jesus says to all of us, “Oh, ye, of little faith”, and there is no doubt that we have an adversary who comes to accuse us when we don’t see the healing, or the deliverance, or the need met. He comes to accuse us of not having faith, of not being a Christian or things would change, he tells us that God is mad at us, that we have sin in our lives, and a whole barrage of other accusations.<br /><br />The liberation happens as we stop listening to his “LIES” and start listening to God’s “TRUTH”. The truth is that God is still a Sovereign God. The truth is that “all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose”. The truth is that it was neither “he nor his parents who sinned, but that the works of God might be made manifest”. The truth is that God can use you anywhere, in any situation, in any circumstance, at any time- whether it’s in a wheelchair, a hospital bed, behind prison bars, living on the streets- and still get glory in spite of it.<br /><br />The truth is that it takes greater (REAL) faith to continue to serve God, to continue to let your light shine, to continue to love God, to continue to trust Him when you feel like He “has slain you”, to be content in whatever state you are in. So, in my book, if ever there was a real <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>“Glitter Girl” </strong></em></span>Joni is one because she still shines in spite of her physical condition, she exhibits peace despite the confinement of a wheelchair, she beams with joy even through the inability to help herself with even small task, the love of Jesus radiates from her even in her weaknesses. Her faith is the “real deal”. Is yours?<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Glitter Girls”</span></strong></em> know that real faith shines brighter in times of darkness than it does in the sun light. <em>“And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise.” Hebrews 11:39 </em></div>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-23540940885308306552008-10-04T19:07:00.000-07:002010-02-03T20:40:15.098-08:00"Yes, Jesus Loves Me"Everyone knows the song, “Jesus Loves Me”, but most don’t know that there are several verses to it- some of the verses have been made up by individuals or children’s church groups that were not the original. One such verse that we used to sing at our church went like this: “Jesus, love me when I’m good, and I do the things I should. Jesus loves me when I’m bad, though it makes Him very sad. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.”<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Glitter Girls”</span></strong></em> love Jesus and don’t want to do anything that will hurt Him, disappoint Him, make Him sad, bring shame or reproach to His name, or cause others not to desire to know Him. But the fact is that sometimes we do. Sometimes it’s not always wittingly, sometimes it’s innocently, sometimes we do it ignorantly.<br /><br />Because I have been “liberated”, I know I don’t have to stay in the guilt and condemnation of my failure, short comings or sin. I know that Jesus still loves me and will forgive me when I repent and turn to Him. Even though I may have made Him sad, He doesn’t stop loving me.<br /><br />Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:35-39Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656171413270186630.post-13693242501286085262008-10-04T08:15:00.000-07:002008-10-04T22:17:50.352-07:00"MySpace"<div align="left">A couple of weeks after I finished putting this blog together I got to thinking about doing a MySpace. I love working with websites, graphics, writing, etc.- so I thought it was a good idea. This way I could have a place that wasn’t about the ministry but just about me. Besides, it’s the “in” thing to do online- “everybody” has a MySpace.<br /><br />The more I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that who I am is not separate from the “ministry”- ministry is what I do because it’s “who” I am. If you look at all the blogs and websites I already have and the daily devotional, they reflect that. You can see who I am in the content of the sites- there is no mistaking that I am a follower of Jesus. So you already “know” plenty about me- what more could I say? Besides, a <em><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Glitter Girl”</span></strong></em> knows it’s not really important if they know “me”, it’s more important for them to know “Jesus”. So I don’t need a MySpace. If you have one, that’s great, I'm not condemning it. My point is: this <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>“Glitter Girl”</strong></em></span> has been liberated from feeling the need to keep up with the “Joneses”- even the “Cyber Joneses”. <em>“And be not conformed to this world.” (Romans 12:2a) </em><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmGsk1a9j9gAYVXcuE67dxPPW-G9lrql-HLFsdzugaVoyR0URRsCpKK9D7BLiHO1RPCchaU0EQYSai3W-jRZO_3fIjdwSz6ZaM3UVHFtoGEgQVdIGuuYaipRTkeGQZyDP7J3ixNyXJaHY/s1600-h/Weaver+Jesus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253534096869970514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmGsk1a9j9gAYVXcuE67dxPPW-G9lrql-HLFsdzugaVoyR0URRsCpKK9D7BLiHO1RPCchaU0EQYSai3W-jRZO_3fIjdwSz6ZaM3UVHFtoGEgQVdIGuuYaipRTkeGQZyDP7J3ixNyXJaHY/s200/Weaver+Jesus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em></div></em>Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591840606733098146noreply@blogger.com0