It is GOD who BLESSES and TRANSFORMS...

This is a blog for women (not just moms) who:

(1) Desire to be transformed by JESUS' LOVE, HOLINESS, AND GRACE;

(2) Believe that GOD'S WORD is the true Spirit food for HIS HOLY SPIRIT who lives within us;

(3) Submit to GOD and walk this journey of life with HIM transforming us more and more into HIS likeness.

It's a blog about the POWER OF TRANSFORMED LIVES. Let's begin with yours and mine and pass it on... 1 + 1 + 1...

Since GOD's HOLY SPIRIT lives inside a christian, let's choose to be nurtured and transformed by feasting daily on HOLY SPIRIT food - GOD's WORD - The Holy Bible..

My regular posts stopped in 2013, with a major move and the chronic illness and eventual death of our oldest daughter. Yes, we grieve daily, yet I am determined to continue to let the LIGHT of my LORD and SAVIOR shine through me. I have tried to start posting again, over the last few years, but have not been consistent. So, I think the biggest blessing for you and me both will be to intersperse some new posts while revisiting some of the former posts. Let's begin with "Oh, the JOY!" as we head into living through Fall 2019; meeting back here 1-2 days a week.

If you need daily encouragement, you will find plenty by clicky on past posts. When reading earlier posts, you will see that I often posted daily, following this format: ...Sunday in the SON, Meditation Monday, GratiTuesday, Women in the WORD Wednesday, Transforming Thursday, Family Fellowship Friday, Ketchup & Mustard Saturday.


There's a whole lot here! Take your time to browse.

Please come back and visit each week. Welcome!

Because of JESUS, we can be family,

Patti





TRANSFORMED MOMS:MOMS TRANSFORMED

Romans 12:1-2 "Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. 2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect."

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I HAVEN'T TURNED OUT YET: BLESSED ARE THE MERCIFUL

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD SATURDAY

Catch Up and Must Do Saturday
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Please join me over a burger today as I share with you some things about "BLESSED ARE THE MERCIFUL...", about my children, and a story I found on the internet a while back. Oh, here comes the waiter now...ketchup or mustard?
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Our oldest son, Jordan, who lives in Chicago, was to be a groomsman in his good friend Fletcher's wedding this weekend in Denver. Jordan cancelled his plane ticket yesterday because he chose mercy. Eight months pregnant, Jacqueline needed a chauffeur. Her precious grandfather, Lowell Keesee, passed away in Kansas this week. Jordan, of course, did not just need to be her chauffeur, he felt her pain and wanted to be with his wife during this very important time. He, also, has grown to love Grandpa and Grandma Keesee and he sees what an impact they have had on his wife.
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Jordan and Jacqueline traveled yesterday from Illinois, through Iowa, through Nebraska, and into Kansas. It was to be an 11 hour trip even without the needed stops of a pregnant lady. They made a pit stop along highway 80 at a York, NE Starbuck's. Our daughter, Crystal, (who lives in Michigan) happens to be in York this week on her spring break visiting her boyfriend, Mitch. They were blessed to meet up for a few minutes, take a few pictures, and get back on the road. The pics got sent over email to Steve and I in South Jersey. We got a text from Jordan at 12:02 a.m. this morning saying that they had arrived safely at their Kansas destination.
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2. Want to see people loving each other God's way? Then, observe someone who

  • is poor in spirit

  • mourns over the lost condition of our world

  • really listens to and is led by the Holy Spirit of God

  • hungers and thirsts for the righteousness that only comes from the Holy Spirit of God

  • extends true mercy to those he/she comes in contact with

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My children, my two daughters-in-love, and my husband all model mercy for me and help me see what it looks like. My church family is incredible in how they extend mercy and grace. I found the following story on the internet and it reminds me of something our son, Caleb, OR my husband, Steve, OR a few other men from our church family would do. I hope this story will pierce you deeply. I do not know the name of the author.

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I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.'
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My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them.
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I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat half heartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.' Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town.
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As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.
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'Looking for the pastor?' I asked.
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'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.'
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'Have you eaten today?'
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'Oh, I ate something early this morning.'
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'Would you like to have lunch with me?'
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'Do you have some work I could do for you?'
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'No work,' I replied. 'I commute here to work from the city, but Iwould like to take you to lunch.'
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'Sure,' he replied with a smile. As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?'

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' St. Louis '

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'Where you from?'
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'Oh, all over; mostly Florida '
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'How long you been walking?'
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'Fourteen years,' came the reply.

.I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'
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Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God.
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'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.'
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'Ever think of stopping?' I asked.
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'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles,and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'

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I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice.
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The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it like?'
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'What? '
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'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?'.
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'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me.'
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My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused.
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He turned to me and said, 'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food , when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.'
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I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I asked.
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He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. 'I've read through it 14 times,' he said.
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'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see'. I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
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'Where are you headed from here?' I asked. 'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.'
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'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'
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'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.' He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission.
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I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. 'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked. 'I like to keep messages from folks I meet.'
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I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.'
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'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you.'
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'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.'
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'The Lord is good!'
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'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked.
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'A long time,' he replied.
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And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed.
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He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New Jerusalem.'
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'I'll be there!' was my reply.
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He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'
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'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.'
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'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him.
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Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.
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Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'
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Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.
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'See you in the New Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will... If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! My personal note: The next time you see that person on the street corner holding a "Will work for food" sign, remember God did not put them there for us to judge them or speculate what they do with what we give them, but for us to be like Jesus and give freely with a loving heart.
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PATTI'S NOTE: I am forever touched! Please come back for this next week on our continued discussion of BLESSED ARE THE MERCIFUL...

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1 comment:

B and V Leonard said...

I read this aloud to Brad and we both are amazed!! How awesome!!! We should never judge a book by it's cover!! Thanks for sharing that story.

TRANSFORMED MOM, LISA, REQUESTED PRAYERS FOR HER HUBBY: FULLY RESTORED! FULLY HEALED!