tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112753092012-02-16T01:38:42.152-08:00Human Utterances On God, Life and StuffCathy Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810912881642911655noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11275309.post-1152704186569479312006-08-20T22:57:00.000-07:002006-08-20T20:03:20.686-07:00

It begins with a basic cake. 1/2 sheet, 1/4 sheet or multiple layers, this is where it begins. I assemble my tools and prepare the icing, look at my notes one more time and then proceed to create. Each step in my creation process is always a huge ordeal. I spend a lot of time staring at the bare cake surface, envisioning the end result. What picture to draw (my specialty is hand drawn pictures on

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Some cups He allows to pass. Others He allows to be poured out. Like a drink offering. A sacrifice is required. For the past several months, every aspect of my time spent studying the word of God has been centered around prayer. My Tuesday evening bible study, my Monday evening home group. Even my devotionals' have brought me to a place where God seems to be asking me to evaluate my prayer life.

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My days are full lately. Some of my time is filled with mundane "daily things" dishes, dinner and such. Other moments are spent working, talking and praying with folks on the phone, attending church events (bible study, book club etc..) and driving a myriad of places for a myriad of reasons. I was voted "most likely to join if a new group forms" by some friends because my name showed up in half

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The knife cut deep, the blood flowed freely. He winced, grateful for the mask which hid his expression. His reaction confused him. How many times had he done this before? Yet there was this feeling of sadness, a grief so deep he was on the verge of tears. He looked down at the face of this young boy, barely 12 and already his life was filled with pain and suffering, yet it never seemed to bother

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WEEDSI am not a Gardner. Oh I try hard enough, but after much trial and error my planting style has been reduced to the "plant and pray" method, which since I am already on my knees comes quite easily.There is however, one area of gardening that I don't seem to have any trouble with. WEEDS! I can do just about anything and those little fellas just seem to thrive. Of course this is contradictory

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I misplaced my car keys the other day. I must have searched for at least 15 minutes before realizing that I was holding them in my hand!! My mind has been playing this version of hide and seek on me for quite some time now ( and with increasing frequency). I tried to convince my mind that I was to old for this game, but it begged do differ. On the contrary it said, yours is precisely the right

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Over the years I have struggled with trying to figure out what God has "called" me to do. When I first became a christian, I read every book I could that addressed finding your spiritual gifts and using them. I took a class or two and did spiritual gift tests, all with the expectation of walking away with a clear understanding of what it was God wanted me to do. What I found instead was that I

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While watching the local news the other day,I was struck by a statement made by a woman who was commenting on a tragedy that had occured next door to her. A woman had killed her own child. An act unfathomable to most of us. But instead of judging and condemning this woman, her neighbor was displaying compassion. She stated "apparantly this women was in desperate need of help". and then proceeded

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"Under Construction" It all started with a little yellow sign. I ran into often enough. All it said was "Yield", but that would mean I would have to let someone go ahead of me,and I liked being first.Down the road I went and after a while another sign emerged on the horizon, "Be Prepared to Stop" it said. I peered down the road and saw the red lights popping up one at a time. I slowed my pace,

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O.K. so I admit it. I am a sports fan. I like to watch just about any sport (Nascar racing, golf, and football being the faves) on television or in person. My husband and I have been known to sneak away for a long weekend just to catch one of the Grand Slam tournaments in golf without being interupted by phone calls and kids wanting to know what's for dinner. One of the things I have

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I have five children. All of whom have gone through that wonderful right of passage known as Drivers Ed. I (for reasons that we won't discuss here) have always been the one designated to teach them how to navigate the roads. From the very beginning I would tell them two things. One buckle up, and two keep your hands on the wheel at all times. Over the years the hand positions on the wheel have

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From Broken Glass To Stained Glass Window Humpty Dumpty, what an icon of childhood nursery rhymes. I learned very early the plight of poor Humpty. How he fell off of that wall (continually with every recitation of the rhyme) and how inadeqaute those kings horses and kings men were at putting him back together again.There was always a feeling of hopelesness in this tale of the egg.Looking back I

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For the past two years I have worked at a bridal shop. During this time I have become intimately aware of every minute detail that goes into the preparation of a bride for her bridegroom.It all begins with a simple question, "Will you marry me? After a much anticipated (and hopeful) response of "yes", the bride begins to formulate the "ideal wedding." Some brides envision a large formal ceremony

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Every time I receive another Thomas Kinkade Christmas village piece, I open it and find that it is accompanied by a certificate of authenticity. A little piece of paper that guarantees me that what I purchased was indeed designed by Thomas Kinkade himself. In other words, it's the "Real Deal". It started me thinking about who I am, who designed me. and most important, do I display authenticity?Do

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"The Awakening "When I was little I can recall going to Haines Point in Washington DC and seeing large body parts sticking up out of the ground. I remember thinking how odd it was, but at that age it was merely a playground.Recently for some reason I have found myself wondering about the "Giant" emerging from the ground. I've been studying many photo's especially of his face wondering if it's a

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"Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again". These are the words sung at the beginning of Simon and Garfunkle's song Sounds of Silence. I can't really say exactly why I am so hung up lately on silence. I have noticed a restlesness within me for something different, something I can't define. I know that darkness is often associated with evil and sin, but I seem to be finding a

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I have found that I have increasingly grown fond of silence. No longer do I immediately turn on the radio when I enter my car, or the television when I enter the house. I find myself feeling thankful when I come home after a long day and nothing but silence greets me, or when I wake early and quietly slip out of bed eager to greet the morning in silence. I linger there listening for whispers or

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If Jesus calls to you and says, "Follow me." If he requires a sacrifice fom you in order to serve His purpose, will you turn and point to another and ask,"What about Him?" That is exactly what Peter had done (John 21:20-21). Jesus asked him to do a few things, "feed my lambs, take care of my sheep, feed my sheep, and finally Follow Me!" Peter must have felt like he was being singled out so he

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I recently finished a book club study on grace. We used the book "In the Grip Of Grace" by Max Lucado as our focal point for discussion. In the chapter entitled "the Civil War of the Soul", the following statement stood out to me in a big way. "You are special, not because of what you do, but because of WHOSE you are. And you are HIS. I can remember growing up how my own father always

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