The wide open space is nice. The actual "kitchen" is minimal. Not a pot rack fan especially industrial sized that I'd need a stool to retrieve them. I like the floor and straight back chairs at the island, and although I like the "picnic" table and bench, I need a back to sit against. Not fond of the checkered squares behind the stovetop , the green island and bookcase. Love the high ceiling and beams even though it seems a bit of wasted space.
Father, you know what each of us needs - and wants. You show us beauty and grace in this corrupted world. Thank you for those who design and build. May they honor you with the skills you've given them. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
John's disciples told him about all these things. Calling two of them, he sent them to the Lord to ask, "Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?"
When the men came to Jesus, they said, "John the Baptist sent us to you to ask, 'Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?'"
At that very time Jesus cured many who had diseases, sicknesses, and evil spirits, and gave sight to many who were blind. So he replied to the messengers, "Go back and report to John what you have seen and heard: The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor. Blessed is the man who does not fall away on account of me."
Just for fun, here are the first fifth sentences in five of my novels:
Or think the same. (Destination)
Of course she could make anything look good. (Breath of Life)
So, by the time she was in high school, she went by C.M., and no one (other than her mother) had better call her anything else because she would respectfully but commandingly correct them. (Sweet Release)
Darkness triumphed. (The Fixer)
The eulogy was equal to the task of burying someone famous. (The Famous One)
Father, thank you for every word. Please help me to finish those stories you've given me. I'm desperate for you. Always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."Jesus; John 8:3
"Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues as the Spirit enabled them." Acts 2:2-4
The answers lie in the Wind of the Spirit directing us to Jesus, the Savior of our souls. In these dark times where the earthly winds blow chaos, murder, and destruction, we need the Truth to tamp them down and reveal the plan of saving grace initiated before Creation and brought to pass when Jesus came to earth to salvage the human race. Not the white race, not the black race, nor the Asian, Hispanic, Russian, etc. races but rather the human race. Take heed. There will come an even worse time when this offer of Redemption will be no more and what's left of the human race will perish.
"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me."Jesus; John 14:6
Thank you for rescuing me, God, Lord of heaven and earth. Holy Spirit, convict hearts and romance the lost. Bring many to Jesus before it's all too late. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out - the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."
Then he went up and touched the coffin,, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
They were all filled with awe and praised God. "A great prophet has appeared among us," they said. "God has come to help his people." This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country.
I've waited to give my opinion. I've read and posted on Facebook many perspectives on the recent rash of cop killings both done and received by policeman on duty to serve and protect their assigned communities. White guilt, black lives matter, political, and prejudicial articles and agendas, interviews, and posts have all appeared on the general news media and social news media. Facts have been the least popular and published items in much of the coverage on recent shootings.
I'm Caucasian from the son of an Italian immigrant mom and dad, and Scotch Irish grandparents. Did I choose my "color"? No. Did I choose my parents? No. Thank God they were admirable, wonderful human beings who blessed me my entire life until they left this earth for heaven. God ordained my shade of white, my location, my heritage. Is it better than anyone else's? No. The privilege afforded me was the Lord's placing me in the United States of America, one nation under God. It's a privilege every child born here has been given.
There are policemen in every shade of skin and from most ethnic persuasions. The crimes many of them see would turn the stomachs of most of us. The threats they face would horrify us. One hundred percent of them are not perfect, and a few of them are not interested in holding to correct conduct. The majority of them are upstanding, honorable servants of the law and do their best to work for their communities striving to keep law and order, pursue credibility and helpful relationships with the citizens in those communities.
Some of the unfortunate people who've died at the hands of police were known criminals no matter how much the influence of their "color" influenced the various movements erected in their honor. Yes, they were somebody's son, brother, father, cousin. This makes it all the more tragic that they'd engaged in criminal activity prior to their deaths. The revelation of facts of their deaths revealed their criminal pasts and their refusals to comply with the police in these fatal incidents.
Cops need cooperation from the citizens in their communities. Simple, straightforward cooperation, no matter how annoying or inconvenient. They often must face the fears of explosive responses from those being stopped, pulled over, or asked for license and registration. There are tail lights out, there are traffic violations. There are suspicious circumstances and routine stops.
I've been pulled over by a black cop for rolling through a stop sign when nobody was in sight - except him. He was kind and gave me a warning. Did I think for one minute he pulled me over because he thought I acted with "white privilege"? Not a chance.
I know some black individuals complain because of white cops pulling them over because of the color of their skin. If that's a valid deduction, go peacefully to the station and explain your thoughts to whomever is in charge. Register your complaints and concerns. You have every right to inquire, discuss, and complain. Your life matters as much as anyone's.
But no one's life matters more than another's. No. One's. Not the cop's. Not yours. Not mine. We are equal in God's eyes who designed us, gives us our strengths, forgives our weaknesses, and will bolster all that is good in us if we will turn to Him for all of our needs and assistance. The color of our skins is beautiful to God, part of His magnificent creation. For those who refuse to see it that way, shame on them. If they're in public service with these feelings, they need to seek counseling to resolve their prejudicial issues.
Racism is real regardless of color or ethnic persuasion. It's a sin. It isn't just common to one race or another but to all. Prejudice is real and it's foolish and devilish and needs to be eradicated, but this is a sinful world. It's not going away with marches and protests, gunfire and killing of one kind or another, with ugly and evil rhetoric that perpetuates hatred for no valid reason. How can a man be fairly judged by the conduct of another? Only when a group of people act the same way will those judgments prevail.
These are my ramblings of sorrow . . .
God in heaven, forgive us all. We're desperate for you, your justice, your kindness, your mercy, and grace. Help us, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
God, you love us all in spite of us. You see our beauty and our ugliness, our rights and our wrongs. You offer a way out of our sinfulness if only we will turn to Jesus Christ. We're desperate for you, Lord. We of every color, of every ethnic persuasion. We need you. Father, forgive us all for our sinful, selfish ways, and help us to find you, repent, and seek your salvation. Apart from you, we can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
I like the cabinets, but the table/island is too much of the same color. It makes this fabulous kitchen look bland and one dimensional. It's (the table/island) so big there's very little room to move around it with the stools. I understand keeping to a "theme" and color because we've seen some with too much contrast, but this? It blends so much there's no distinction except for the brick which I like, but even the beams and ceiling are all the same. Your thoughts?
Lord, there is beauty even in the simple or mundane. You've given differences to us all and I can only imagine the eclectic beauty of heaven. Thank you for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Brad Thor's latest Foreign Agent spills thrills and lots of blood. Not for the faint of heart, Foreign Agent is amazingly connected to what's happening in today's world of politics, terrorism, and espionage.
Scot Harvath is the man the president can count on to do whatever must be done. Scot's employed by a private intelligence company run by an old-school CIA guy. Harvath's position provides deniability for any who use his multiple former SEAL and espionage skills. A series of events with ISIS earmarks spanning the globe and winding up on the White House lawn send Harvath on a chase first to capture those suspected of organizing various attacks but pointing to a singular individual with a totally unexpected agenda. The problem is the agenda is killing too many Americans and diverting all efforts to discover whatever the end game is.
Thanks to the calm - and perhaps just slightly demented - interrogator with all kinds of strange toys designed to make prisoners talk in addition to the dwarf tech-wizard Nicholas, Harvath and his diverse band of assistants set out to accomplish the impossible. With the aid of a CIA drone, the constant threat of discovery and death in every improvised plan, Scot Harvath makes some heavy duty promises to a couple of locals who risk their lives right along with him and two warrior twin brothers with their makeshift crew of self-appointed soldiers. If Harvath can somehow make it out alive with these brave men, those promises will be kept.
Scot Harvath wastes no time with wicked men. He's become hardened to the games played by those who plan to kill in large numbers. His given window of opportunity to confess or explain the next plan of action is tight and narrow before the pain begins. If necessary, certain individuals end up in Malta - a particular location where no one would want to go. Others end up executed on the spot of their resistance.
In Foreign Agent Scot Harvath must travel to several locations using multiple contacts to capture various prisoners. Terror attacks, assassinations, suicide bombers, and double agents comprise the pages of this novel. It's an exciting but deadly journey at every event and nothing in this one is easy as the escalation of ISIS attacks lands in the front yard of the White House.
There's more cussing and a bit of sexual content in this one. Not unexpected or excessive - just more than in some of Brad Thor's other novels. Also considerable violence and blood spatter. Although Foreign Agent ends on a positive note, there seems to be a conundrum of choices ahead for Thor's protagonist. Although Harvath is a savvy agent with superfluous skills, the character seems to be in a catch-22 situation. He's in love, but he's a warrior patriot. He's hardened himself at one end of his personality but tenderized himself to the possible love of his life. The romance thread in Foreign Agent is thin, but it permeates the story well under the radar. As a reader, I can't help but wonder what this character will decide because in this story it doesn't seem like he will be able to have both.
Highly recommended for its amazing poignancy to today's events, the insights into terrorism and its players, and for continuing the well-established legacy of the Scot Harvath stories.
Father, you're all that matters in this writing biz. I pray Brad Thor would incorporate you into his work. I pray for continued inspiration for Brad and for protection from all harm for him and his family. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
When Jesus had finished saying all this in the hearing of the people [Luke 6:17-49], he entered Capernaum. There a centurion's servant, whom his master valued highly, was sick and about to die. The centurion heard of Jesus and sent some elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and heal his servant. When they came to Jesus, they pleaded earnestly with him, "This man deserves to have you do this, because he loves our nation and has built our synagogue." So Jesus went with them.
He was not far from the house when the centurion sent friends to say to him, "Lord, don't trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell one, 'Go,' and he goes; and that one 'Come,' and he comes. I say to my servant, 'Do this,' and he does it."
When Jesus heard this, he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following him, he said, "I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel." Then the men who had been sent returned to the house and found the servant well.
Granted these are all celebrities who make these short "do's" look terrific, but some of us who used to wear our hair long cannot do so anymore. So these are some lovely looking ladies wearing some excellent short haircuts. I will admit I'm partial to blondes, but each one of these looks exceptional.
God, such beauty in your inspiration and creation. Such amazing unique differences and similarities. Thank you for them all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
My friend and author Brenda S. Anderson's new release Risking Love is now available for pre-order. Although her first love is writing Women's Fiction, she's written a series romance and this is the first book. An attractive cover that shouts romance, Brenda's "get to the heart of the matter" style will no doubt provide good reading for lovers of romance.
Father, you know how hard Brenda works on her novels, marketing, and all things fiction. I pray your abundance upon her and continued inspiration. Bless her, Lord, for all she does for others. Encourage her all along the way as only you can do. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Compact but cool. Looks like there's more room around the corner and unseen from this view. I actually like it. I'm guessing there's more cabinets/drawers around the corner or out of view. Not particularly fond of the yellow island top. Would have preferred to keep the wood top as is pictured on the other countertops. I'm wondering if that's a fridge (because of the vents below it) in the rustic darker wood made to look like an icebox.
Father, thank you for all you do to present the ideas and allow people to create. Thank you for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
"Why do you call me 'Lord, Lord' and do not do what I say? I will show you what he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice. He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete." [Jesus]
I had lots of friends as a child and young girl but none like my two best friends, Verna and Debbie. Although I didn't pay tribute here to Verna on her birthday June 17th, I'm doing so today along with my other best friend from childhood Debbie whose birthday is today along with my oldest son's. July 2nd is a special day for me.
Debbie, we spent some of my best days in life together. We laughed and cried and swooned and danced and loved horses and dogs. Verna, the same can be said of us with you loving cats. As Debbie would type: hahahaha!
I love you guys with all my heart and I thank God he reunited us at the other end of life's spectrum. I will treasure you both until and while we meet Jesus in eternity.
Thank you for your divine friendship and the love we share for the Lord and each other and many memories. You're the best.
Happy Birthday, Deb!
Father, I pray your blessing over Debbie. I ask that the something you have for her this weekend would be manifested in a way she can understand. I pray you would give her your continuous gift of deep love that she can feel in her spirit. I pray she and Gary would laugh and cry and love deep. Please bless her, Lord, on this day you ordained for her birth. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
The picture above draws many images for different people. Those who have used these recall memories of times and events related to them. Those who have never used them have preconceived notions of what's involved in using them.
Writers can think of the well of inspiration and fear when it's run dry and rejoice when it overflows with that fresh, delicious saturation of words.
Inspiration makes perfect sense to most writers but hardcore authors insist a writer must press through those thirsty times and write anyway. "Writing anyway" is easier said than done. Some of us need concrete inspiration to create.
Christian authors are no different from other authors except for one important factor: they know who supplies inspiration, who gives them their stories, and who ultimately is responsible for any of their successes. The One who gives Life, the Creator of All Things, provides what's necessary to compose anything of value. They know who is the Wellspring of Life.
My well is low at the moment through no fault of my Creator. I have made my own interferences. I will get it in order because with His inspiration, I will complete the three stories I have started. Apart from Him, I can do nothing.
Father, thank you for every story, every post, everything in my life that you've inspired. If it's from you, it's good. Thank you. Please help me to be faithful to what you've called me to do. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
We will never forget. No matter how the liberal media spins the report on Benghazi. No matter the campaign lies of the Democrat nominee. No matter the Islamic sympathizer leading this country down the road to destruction.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET HOW THEY DIED. A PRESIDENT AND SECRETARY OF STATE AFFORDED THEM NO PROTECTION AND LEFT THEM TO DIE.
You can run but you can't hide from the Just Judge. God reigns and His judgment will prevail. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.