tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27922948458226736532024-03-12T22:51:50.943-05:00Devotionally YoursDebbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-78162811426430911102023-01-26T09:05:00.000-06:002023-01-26T09:05:30.024-06:00In case you are wondering….<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2YQ18xqxV7SnlZgqT0p2UtGtU1UXod2tgUtVvEoOYRn_up87ewH94d26VX_Pg4uTkPrxtYmInUSFPRZkxmWXGL0T0hKVlLreWS4Gw4aJ70TyC1iBcdIMzYDNvdI_xmh8R8L8wKdbxj4C6RUEuO8G85Scr0v27f2YU1L7R8tyWPeGCNqobJMhf-42/s750/IMG_1044003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="750" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2YQ18xqxV7SnlZgqT0p2UtGtU1UXod2tgUtVvEoOYRn_up87ewH94d26VX_Pg4uTkPrxtYmInUSFPRZkxmWXGL0T0hKVlLreWS4Gw4aJ70TyC1iBcdIMzYDNvdI_xmh8R8L8wKdbxj4C6RUEuO8G85Scr0v27f2YU1L7R8tyWPeGCNqobJMhf-42/s320/IMG_1044003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-37645173866730844002021-04-28T11:55:00.000-05:002021-04-28T11:55:16.516-05:00Wondering...or wandering?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2wY8KWqtog/YImRNIs5TDI/AAAAAAAADTg/OQ38qfNKBM0D8AtsU7h93WOeVPFF1sojQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2wY8KWqtog/YImRNIs5TDI/AAAAAAAADTg/OQ38qfNKBM0D8AtsU7h93WOeVPFF1sojQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2183.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I just love the old black & white card pictures, don't you?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What, do you think, this little gal is wondering about?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"What am I going to be when I grow up?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"How will this world look when I am as old as my mom?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Who am I going to marry?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Or...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Please hurry up! This dress is uncomfortable and my shoes are tied too tight!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We will never know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But...God knows.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And, here right now...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">God knows what is in your heart and on your mind today. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yep! Even though, you are one in billions of people, God knows you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">He knows your name.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">He knows what you are feeling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">He knows if you have been struggling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">He knows.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And yet, Dear One...He is just waiting for you to talk to Him about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Just try it...it will help. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Psalm 23</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-42911056780456959582020-02-10T12:46:00.002-06:002020-02-10T12:46:56.044-06:00TRUE LOVE is given every single day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My late husband Mark and I would not place any pressure on one another for the Valentine holiday. From the beginning of our marriage, Mark said, "Deb, if I am not loving you the other 364 days of the year, I certainly can't make up for it on Valentine's Day." I so appreciated this as one of my love languages is "gifts" of service...not necessarily to myself but also to others. As far as stuff goes, I just don't need more stuff to dust!!! Anyway, I lost Mark to cancer back in 2006 and am so grateful for the habits of showing love we developed over those years prior. Now, I am blessed to be remarried to a most amazing, loving and godly man whom I treasure and we have discussed this upcoming first Valentine's Day for us. Again, no pressure...let us just be loving on each other and others every day!!! No dusting involved!!! I love you, Benjamin Todd Adkins!!!<a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6713774439219695253&postID=6524685279900096135&from=pencil" style="color: #956839; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11.2554px; margin-right: 6px;" title="Edit Post"><span style="color: #956839;"><span style="border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-left: 0.5em !important;"><u><img alt="" class="icon-action" height="18" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" style="border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: none !important; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.5em !important; vertical-align: middle;" width="18" /></u></span></span><span style="margin-right: 6px;"> </span></a></div>
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Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-58313859394686351732019-04-04T07:41:00.001-05:002019-04-04T07:41:44.916-05:00LET US DO MORE THAN SIMPLY COPE....Acting out. Avoidance. Denial. Rationalization. Repression.<br />
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All of these
are examples of coping mechanisms
people use to handle the pressures and
difficulties they experience, but none of
them cures the root issue. If you have
money problems, for instance, avoiding
the mailbox that may contain bills will
not solve your financial issues.<br />
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Some researchers see a
direct correlation between
increased pressure and coping mechanisms that result
in alcoholism, drug addiction, divorce, abuse, and
other social problems. Is
there something that can
free us from these worries
and tensions, so we can better handle them in a healthy
way?<br />
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Jesus confronted head-on the issue
of handling everyday problems. He said
that people should give God—who already knows their needs—the central
place in their lives, and these concerns
will then be cared for. “Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything
you need” (Matthew 6:33).<br />
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This advice runs counter to our inclinations. Many of us get frenzied over
our problems—both real and imagined.
We don’t feel we have time for God because our energy becomes depleted by
simply coping—just getting by in this
crazy world. But when we make God
our number one priority, he gives us the
resources and strength to successfully
face the demands of each day.<br />
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You assign God first place by believing that although your sin has separated
you from him (Romans 3:23), Jesus
Christ, the Son of God, sacrificed his life
to pay the debt for your sin
(John 3:16).<br />
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Admit to God your need
for him and trust in Jesus
as the one who rescues you
from sin. Give God control
of your life and live as the
Bible, God’s Word, instructs
you.<br />
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When you do that, you
have obeyed the command
to seek his Kingdom above
all else, and God will provide the rest.
He becomes your Lord, and his strength
will empower you to meet whatever
problems you will face.<br />
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The gospel isn’t a coping mechanism.
It is the truth that will set you free.<br />
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[Jim Kraus]Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-14231068967482099282019-03-10T10:10:00.000-05:002019-03-10T10:10:42.474-05:00God says, "NO"...sometimes a lot! We "must" and I do say, "must" remember that for there to be a harvest in the fields of which many benefit with food and other products, the seed "must" first die (John 12:24). If this doesn't happen, there is no abundance, there is no continuing of true life.<br />
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"Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who care nothing for their life in this world will keep it for eternity" (John 12:25).<br />
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This is about surrender in this life here and not living a negligent life but a purposeful one that begins with dying to self so when God does say "No" to something you want, your mind and heart are yielded in trusting God knows best and He has a plan. Yes, God always has a plan (Jeremiah 29:11).<br />
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Dear Ones, we can trust God in the "No's" of this life when we accept...<br />
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"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts," says the Lord.<br />
And My ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.<br />
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,<br />
so My ways are higher than your ways<br />
and My thoughts higher than your thoughts." <br />
Isaiah 55:8-9<br />
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Yielding to this TRUTH is often hard, I know, but it is better!!!<br />
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Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-84599399515408574222019-03-06T07:57:00.000-06:002019-03-06T07:57:09.034-06:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">A BLESSING FROM ABOVE...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"May the Lord bless you and protect you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">May the Lord show you his favor and give you his peace."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> Numbers 6:24-26</span><br />
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And how do we do this, Dear Ones? How do we stay satisfied at all, much less starting the day being "satisfied with His steadfast love"? We have to pursue it through God's Word! I was talking to someone special recently about being pursued. It is a wonderful feeling to be cared about so much that someone would deliberately pursue another. We all long to be loved in this way, I believe. <br />
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One of my favorite stories is the one of The Prodigal Son. Luke 15 tells this story. When the son had spent his inheritance and learned the many lessons he needed to learn, he realized the best place to be was back where his father was. When he arrived at his father's estate and was still far off, what did this young man see? Did he see a father waiting with arms crossed and with "I told you so" ready to be said? Did he see a father turn his back in disgust? Did he see his father hang a sign on the door with the words, NOT WELCOME HERE? No...his father ran to him, hugged him, gave him a robe and a ring and held a banquet in his honor. "For my son was lost and now he is found"!<br />
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God does the same for you and I...yes, He does! So we can be satisfied every day by His steadfast love. <br />
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Just sayin'...Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-58339926537556291542019-02-08T08:47:00.000-06:002019-02-08T08:47:03.361-06:00Hills and Valleys....yep, still having them since my last post!!! :)<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4rRCjrAyCs">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4rRCjrAyCs</a><br />
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Big sigh...really, why is that a surprise?! In my weak moments, I still bristle at the tough stuff...those "dang" hills in life I am still climbing. Is the view at the top really worth it? Will I feel invigorated and satisfied that I made it to the top? And then, because I can't live at the top forever (not here on earth anyway), I need to head down to the valley. Either way, I still can look up. I still need to acknowledge the One who holds it all: my life, your life, my children's lives, my family, my friends, my goings and my comings here. The "permanent" hilltop experiences were not meant to be here...I can learn a lot from the VALLEY TIMES! Am I excited about this? Not always. I am so thankful that we have a place to go to to be reminded in the highs and lows, that we can rejoice in the midst. The Psalms are a gift to all of us! I pray that you, as your climbing up or on the downhill slide...will go to the Psalms in the Bible. You will indeed find your strength there. Blessings this day...deb<br />
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<br />Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-22616123439390098512015-09-12T21:47:00.001-05:002015-09-12T21:47:45.097-05:00GOD IS ROOTING FOR YOU!!!<a href="http://youtu.be/-xPVX9WaMVs">http://youtu.be/-xPVX9WaMVs</a><div><br></div><div>Movie Trailer to Me Again.....</div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-74341599332035222852015-06-20T08:46:00.001-05:002015-06-20T08:46:13.907-05:00Faith....Just a reminder for today...<div><br></div><div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xWCnVO38IWI/VYVupKFogRI/AAAAAAAADGk/PZS4YNmPe30/s640/blogger-image-84592223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xWCnVO38IWI/VYVupKFogRI/AAAAAAAADGk/PZS4YNmPe30/s640/blogger-image-84592223.jpg"></a></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-70422143434391684492015-06-17T21:20:00.001-05:002015-06-17T21:20:12.384-05:00Recipes are helpful....<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Whether in baking, cooking, "jamming".....a recipe of some sort is helpful. I can't imagine trying to bake a cake, cook a food I can't pronounce or make many things that require exact measurements, certain temps in the oven or on a candy thermometer. Nope! Foods expensive, can't afford to mess up and since being in the kitchen is truly a LABOR OF LOVE for me, I wouldn't attempt anything without an understandable guide. This is what the Bible is to me. A RECIPE for life....in short, HOW to do it RIGHT!!! :)</span></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EjV2QVjaKeo/VYIq2e6MbmI/AAAAAAAADFM/qMqiGijRzoQ/s640/blogger-image-1825463383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EjV2QVjaKeo/VYIq2e6MbmI/AAAAAAAADFM/qMqiGijRzoQ/s640/blogger-image-1825463383.jpg"></a></div></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-14121425818916115422015-05-26T09:23:00.001-05:002015-05-26T09:23:47.944-05:00Christians are called to be active...<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lMmMq5fvnrk/VWSB8W2EnBI/AAAAAAAADEw/zW062Az8cMI/s640/blogger-image-1318672468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lMmMq5fvnrk/VWSB8W2EnBI/AAAAAAAADEw/zW062Az8cMI/s640/blogger-image-1318672468.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></strong></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></strong></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></strong></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><strong style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Injustice</strong></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">by Charles R. Swindoll</span></div><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"></p><p align="center" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><em><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Amos%205:14-15,%2024&version=NASB" target="_blank" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amos 5:14-15, 24 </a></em></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The old prophet Habakkuk wrote relevant words of truth when he put this down in the first chapter of his prophecy: "Yes, destruction and violence are before me; strife exists and contention arises. Therefore the law is ignored and justice is never upheld. For the wicked surround the righteous; therefore justice comes out perverted" (Hab. 1:3-4).</span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The writer of those words died centuries ago, but oh, how his words live on! If you are even slightly aware of everything happening in the world around us, you know how up-to-date his words really are.</span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The criminal is now the hero, sadly misunderstood and mistreated. The victim is the selfish sadist who decides to press charges because he is bigoted, rash, or confused. The courtroom now resembles a stage peopled by actors vying for starring roles, rather than a dignified chamber of law and order. Judges and juries can be bought, bribed, swayed, or wooed, given sufficient time in the legal pressure cooker. Jury members, who used to be anonymous and sequestered in the name of fairness and objectivity, now appear on talk shows.</span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Remember that beloved childhood tale of Little Red Riding Hood? Well, if that scenario took place today, here's what would probably happen.<br><br>After the heroic woodcutter rescued Little Red Riding Hood by killing the wolf, who had already eaten her grandmother and then tried to kill Little Red, there would be an inquest. At this time, certain "facts" would emerge. First of all, the wolf, prior to his execution, had not been advised of his rights. Then, his legal team would enter the picture, maintaining that the hungry and needy wolf was merely "doing his thing" and thus did not deserve death.</span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On this basis the judge would decide that there was no valid legal basis for charges against the wolf and, therefore, <em>the woodcutter was guilty </em>of unaggravated assault with a deadly weapon. He would then be arrested, tried, convicted, and sentenced to ninety-nine years.</span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A year from the date of the incident at Grandmother's, her cottage would be dedicated as a shrine for the wolf who had bled and died there. Wreaths would be placed there in memory of the brave, martyred wolf. There would not be a dry eye in the whole forest. </span></p><p style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If this were not so tragic and true a picture, it would be amusing. But frankly, I'm not laughing. Injustice isn't at all funny.</span></p><p class="text_no_align" align="center" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; margin: 1em auto;"><em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes justice truly is blind. Shouldn't we be helping to remove the blindfolds?</em></p><div><em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></em></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-82727226456984175792014-12-02T11:46:00.001-06:002014-12-02T11:46:21.865-06:00Walls or Boundaries???<div><br></div><div><br></div><div>"Me?" Tony was surprised. "Why would I want to keep them standing?"</div><div><br></div><div>"You built these walls to keep you safe, or at least for the imagination of safe. They substitute for trust. You are beginning to understand that trusting is an arduous journey."</div><div><br></div><div>"So, I needed these walls?"</div><div><br></div><div>"When you believe that you alone are the only one who can be trusted, then yes, you need these walls. Self protective measures, intended to keep evil out, often wall it in. What initially kept you safe can eventually destroy you."</div><div><br></div><div>"But don't I need walls? Aren't they good things?"</div><div><br></div><div>He felt the hug from behind. "You need boundaries," said the voice of Jesus, "but not walls. Walls divide while boundaries honor." Tony let himself relax into this tender embrace, his tears unexpectedly appearing and spilling softly onto the ground.</div><div><br></div><div>"Even in our material creation," continue Jesus, "boundaries mark those beautiful of places, between the ocean and the shore, between the mountains and the planes, where the canyon meets the river. We will teach you how to thrill with us in the boundaries while you learn to trust us with your security and safety. One day you will no longer need walls."</div><div><br></div><div>Even as he spoke, Tony could sense more internal walls crumbling. Not disappearing, but tangibly impacted by an inner knowledge that he was utterly excepted, with all his flaws and losses, all his conditioning and pride. Was this love? Was this what it was like to be loved?</div><div><br></div><div>Cross Roads by William Paul Young</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TpJw9OLIBzs/VH365trhLUI/AAAAAAAADBc/Y0qtK1Af9Pk/s640/blogger-image--647401001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TpJw9OLIBzs/VH365trhLUI/AAAAAAAADBc/Y0qtK1Af9Pk/s640/blogger-image--647401001.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-05yPFvKNs10/VH367BXhZ4I/AAAAAAAADBk/XNEpdRdKCK8/s640/blogger-image--96223039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-05yPFvKNs10/VH367BXhZ4I/AAAAAAAADBk/XNEpdRdKCK8/s640/blogger-image--96223039.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GiG5vVM2D8E/VH364WYKc3I/AAAAAAAADBU/JwuUpqjjP3w/s640/blogger-image--2006100299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GiG5vVM2D8E/VH364WYKc3I/AAAAAAAADBU/JwuUpqjjP3w/s640/blogger-image--2006100299.jpg"></a></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-74792494869460744972014-05-23T13:26:00.001-05:002014-05-23T13:26:14.512-05:00What path are you taking today?Whatever you are intent on this day, is it to bring glory to you or to God? Is it done in the Light or done in the darkness? I wish I could say that I ask these questions of myself every day....<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z4NjMm3QI-I/U3-SxALwkxI/AAAAAAAADA0/U8mRlakVhQ4/s640/blogger-image-1849149273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z4NjMm3QI-I/U3-SxALwkxI/AAAAAAAADA0/U8mRlakVhQ4/s640/blogger-image-1849149273.jpg"></a></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0Redfield Redfield44.876477 -98.518742tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-29804122003994860362014-02-11T12:30:00.000-06:002014-02-11T12:30:12.565-06:00A story, an unfortunate story of life.....<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">One day a woman was driving with her children northbound to the nearest
town to get some shopping done. It was a
beautiful spring day and it was around two in the afternoon. Well, it just so happens that a man was
driving southbound on the same highway and unfortunately he had had too much to
drink. As one would assume, there was a
terrible accident.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">The ambulance was called after the deputy arrived on the scene. The woman and her children all needed to be
taken to the nearest hospital. The
intoxicated man just had a few bruises on him and was questioned and released.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">A few days later, the young deputy came to the hospital and sought out the
woman to ask her a few questions. As she
lay there with one leg in a cast after surgery to put pins in which might leave
her with a permanent limp, the pain of his questions were far worse than
anything she was experiencing with that leg.
"Ma'am, why were you driving that day? Shouldn't you have exercised more care in
observing what was going on around you?
Do you not know that these types of things can happen and you should
have exercised more caution? How do you
think this would have turned out if you would have had a better reaction
time?" and on the questions went.
No matter the shock the woman was still in from the accident itself, the
questions put her in a deeper shock as she had no idea how to answer them. Was she indeed at fault here? Could she have done something different to
have avoided this accident? And look at
how her children have been affected? The
bruises will disappear, but the scars of trauma will remain for the rest of
their lives? Is this also her fault?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">To extend matters further, the man who had been driving drunk came and also
questioned her. "Why were you out
on the road that day? Why couldn't you
have been driving at another time? Don't
you know that I need the whole highway when I am driving after I have been
drinking? I don't drink all the time,
but when I do after a stressful day, I don't need careless drivers on the
road."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">The deputy came in a few days later as the woman was trying to learn how to
walk again with a cast and with the pins in her leg. "Do you want to press charges?", he
asked. "You know this guy has been
through a lot in life and I am sure he never intended to harm you in this
way. He knows he has a problem and, in
fact, he has had other accidents involving others both while in his car and
with other cars. I have had to talk to
them, too, and explain that this guy really means well. He just has a problem but he doesn't really
plan to hurt anyone. He tells me that he
even reads the police report each week so that he can look at himself and pat
himself on the back that at least he isn't doing worse things. Can you give him a break?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">If the woman were told that she was living an episode of the Twilight Zone,
she would have believed it. What a
craziness! Here she was having a
wonderful day with her children and, yes, things hadn't been easy lately, but
now she was faced with a permanent limp, possibly having to leave her job, seek
out counseling for her and her children for the trauma of the accident after their
physical wounds heal and she was to let this man go free to most likely injure
others that come into the path of his life?
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">"No! This is wrong and he
should face the consequences of what has happened so that no one else will get
hurt, we can heal and this man will be forced to get help whether he sees that
he needs help or not!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN">As Nathan came before King David and told him a story and King David was
enraged by it, the prophet says, "You are that man"! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-13161372575474319722013-11-13T22:55:00.001-06:002013-11-13T22:55:48.192-06:00SIGNS....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QVkBazMLlls/UoRXXKPrLsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/IuDc7nzgvLI/s640/blogger-image-1659115791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QVkBazMLlls/UoRXXKPrLsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/IuDc7nzgvLI/s640/blogger-image-1659115791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lYStspb3fco/UoRXVu8dGpI/AAAAAAAAC-o/Z4I44KokmPM/s640/blogger-image--1312853794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lYStspb3fco/UoRXVu8dGpI/AAAAAAAAC-o/Z4I44KokmPM/s640/blogger-image--1312853794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Enjoy these wooden signs and the messages conveyed....Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-85399757555841732122013-11-13T22:48:00.001-06:002013-11-13T22:48:42.133-06:00PRAYER.....it DOES work!!!How come it is usually the last thing we do instead of being the first thing done???<div><br></div><div>Been learning a lot about prayer.... I know I will never ever know enough. <b>APPROACHING GOD </b>by Steve Brown is a must read for everyone. He dispels many misconceptions and does it in a gentle, humble and yet, unforgettable way!!! </div><div><br></div><div>It is time to talk to the One who loves you more than anyone else....</div><div><br></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GaWsK5z6QPs/UoRWJ4xgKkI/AAAAAAAAC-g/2uVqFUrYsKE/s640/blogger-image-574087614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GaWsK5z6QPs/UoRWJ4xgKkI/AAAAAAAAC-g/2uVqFUrYsKE/s640/blogger-image-574087614.jpg"></a></div></div>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-31166804175368647852013-03-13T13:56:00.000-05:002013-03-13T13:56:21.608-05:00Artistic Treasures on Earth, Greater Treasures in Heaven!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">I posted many many more boxes</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">of treasures on my craft blog but wanted</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">to post something here reflecting on the word</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">"treasures". </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Often at this time of year, we spend</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">time in deeper reflection of what God</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">did through His Son than any other time of</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">the year....even Christmas as this</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">time is more contemplative as the great</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">celebration first involves great pain three</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">days before.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">The great treasure of God's love for us</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">expressed through His Son and what</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">He was willing to do.....</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">.....well, I want to hold onto that tighter</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">than anything this world may call a "treasure",</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">don't you?</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Blessings this Easter season!</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Christ is Risen, Risen Indeed!!!!</span></i></b></div>
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<br />Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-28244901251678118862013-02-16T10:49:00.000-06:002013-02-16T10:49:23.571-06:00The "Yellow Shirt" story....a good read!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"><b>The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in </b></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white;">black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white;">but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from </span></i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">intended to give away. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">'You're not taking that old thing, are you?' Mom said when she saw </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">me packing the yellow shirt. 'I wore that when I was pregnant with </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">your brother in 1954!' </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">'It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Thanks!' I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">The yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois .. But, that shirt </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">pregnant, 25 years earlier. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">When Mom wrote to thank me for her 'real' gifts, she said the </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt! </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">And so the pattern was set. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">mattress I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">to move back to Illinois ... As I packed, a deep depression overtook </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">ind a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armour to resist the </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing</i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">up.' </i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">I tried to picture myself wearing God's armour, but all I saw was the </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">stained yellow shirt.. Slowly, it dawned on me.. Wasn't my mother's </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">love a piece of God's armour? My courage was renewed. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser</i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">drawer </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. </i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">the breast pocket were the words 'I BELONG TO PAT.' </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">an apostrophe and seven more letters. </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, 'I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER.' But </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">We enclosed an official looking letter from 'The Institute for the </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Destitute,' announcing that she was the recipient of an award for </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">good deeds.. </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">But, of course, she never mentioned it.. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">eached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: 'Read John 14:27-29. I love </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">you both, Mother.' </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">verses: 'I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives.. So don't </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I </i></div>
</span><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">am.. I have told you these things before they happen so that when </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">they do, you will believe in me.' </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following yearat age</i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">57. </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: transparent;">I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy </i></div>
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<i style="background-color: transparent;">yellow shirt with big pockets. </i></div>
</span></i></b></span>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-72524893763698251092013-01-23T17:12:00.001-06:002013-01-23T17:12:19.160-06:00"We like the illusion of having control...." quote<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just finished a book by Francine Rivers called, <u>And the Shofar Blew</u>, a very powerful book of how life can be for a pastor and his family, the pressures from others and the pressures placed on ourselves in desiring to live for the Lord. The complexities of life for everyone involved and the battle the enemy relentlessly wages to tear down anything good. I could quote many places in the book, but for now, one stands out in a big way in my life and maybe yours too....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b><i>"We like the illusion of having control of our lives, that the sins we commit have nothing to do with anyone else. We close our eyes to the consequences and point the finger at someone else. Don't feel alone, Kat. I did more than my share of blaming."</i></b></span>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-20555239339214457752012-12-18T17:50:00.000-06:002012-12-18T17:50:09.048-06:00We all have fallen and go our own way.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">I was taking pictures of stuff in my bedroom and took a picture of this cross-stitch I did many many moons ago. We are all stunned at what took place just this last Friday. I thought of the kids and the families over there in Connecticut and we hug close our own families at this time. And then, as I find myself caught up in thinking "Lord, come quickly" again....I am quickly reminded there are so many not ready to meet Jesus and we know through God's Word that He truly wishes that none would perish. Sin is sin. All of us, our sin put Jesus up on that cross, not just this 20 year old that did this horrible thing. Someone wrote on my facebook that he was in hell. I don't know where he is, it isn't up to me to say.....all I know is that he needed Jesus just like we all do and Jesus is available to all of us who take that leap of faith, trust and obey. Accept His great love for you. He came down from Heaven as a vulnerable baby to live and to die a horrible death, but He rose and lives within those who have invited Him in. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. This event has truly crossed a line on American soil, but know that horrific events happen all over this world to children and those not even yet given a chance to live. </span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Remembering the "Innocent" which truly comes only through Christ......</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">~deb</span></i></b>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-58446794914529441322012-12-09T21:54:00.000-06:002012-12-09T21:54:30.598-06:00"Blustery Day" according to Winnie the Pooh!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Everything is white and maybe even beautiful around here....BUT it is too cold to be walking around as we are dealing with serious below zero wind chills and the visibility beyond city limits is bad. Something that can be so beautiful can also be so deadly....reminds me of "sin". When we are in the midst of something and having to decide whether to proceed forth knowing it is wrong but, "oh, it feels good" or " it is just a little bad"....and not take a serious look at just how deadly it is because there is no such thing as a "little sin". </i></b></span>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-69095627757422676382012-12-02T15:11:00.000-06:002012-12-02T15:11:03.639-06:00Not changing our circumstances in order to change our hearts!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">I so appreciate this reminder. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">It helps me to get back to Him and not </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">make it all about me!!!</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Reading and studying Romans in my </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">I am so very thankful for the Word and </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">recently looked at the history of what was </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">sacrificed so that we have the Word today. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The Book you have in your hands.....</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">came to </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">be in your hands at a great price.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Only Because of Him.....</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">~deb</span></i></b></div>
Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-14916113437197663332012-11-21T13:17:00.001-06:002012-11-21T13:17:38.564-06:00Joyous Thanksgiving!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>I know we are quick to say "Happy Thanksgiving"....it is what we have always said. I just started thinking though....uh, oh, the wheels are turning. So many people do not look forward to these types of holidays that involve family gatherings. You may have a very dysfunctional family situation, you may be dealing with a great loss at this time in some form. It can be a tough tough time. So, it just occurred to me, "happy" is a feeling and "joy" is a knowledge that rises above the feelings of knowing God is in control and He is in all that I am dealing with now. He is faithful and walks beside me no matter what I do. I cannot earn His love and He loves me regardless of how I am "feeling" at the moment. Yes, it is a time for.......</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>JOYOUS THANKSGIVING,</i></b></span></div>
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Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792294845822673653.post-9924312087726744702012-11-15T14:17:00.003-06:002012-11-15T14:17:50.623-06:00Man! Life Just Doesn't Seem Fair!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>I came across the creator of these "wire" scenes and really appreciated this one. As we are looking ahead to winter months, the cold, the bone-chilling feeling that only flannel pajamas, a blanket and a cup of cocoa can cure.....the perfect get away from the harshness of the world.....that even then someone or something is suffering somewhere like here....Poor Marshmallow!!! Smiles and hugs your way. Life is hard and so unfair at times. It won't always be this way....it just feels like it now....</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Love in Christ,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>~deb</i></b></span>Debbie Demmers-Adkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16066773731042508748noreply@blogger.com0