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A Peacock For My Girl

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My girl asked me to paint a peacock. I said, “Yes!”. Then I painted this. She hugged me and said I was so good. I hugged her back. I was filled with joy and so was she. We hung it on her wall under a picture she painted. Then we hung another piece of her artwork next to them. We agreed that she had a little gallery of a wall. I assured her that if she didn’t like it, she could be honest with me. She assured me that she would tell me the truth. That was enough for me. My children are my art critics and if they like what I’ve created, I am pleased. My little peacock fails in comparison to the real deal, but this whole experience was filled with the real deal of Jesus, of joy, of peace, and of being human. Bless you with using your gifts to bless those around you and letting others bless you.

In Christ Alone,

Diana

P.S. For more on blessing others with your gifts, look here http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/02/how-pursuing-your-gifts-impacts-your-kids/

The Altar

In Numbers chapter 7, the dedication of the altar is described.

Noah had built an altar and offered sacrifices on it upon exiting the ark.

Abraham had taken Isaac to bind him and sacrifice him at an altar. God had provided another sacrifice- a ram caught in the thicket by its horns.

These are just two examples.

And now, at this point in history, in Numbers 7- God has given instructions on the building of the tabernacle, including the altar. The people of Israel  have followed His directions and it is time to dedicate the altar.

A place of death. of blood.

From the first entrance of sin, God shows us this picture of blood: how sin causes death, the spilling of blood (the Truth) and how that blood would be payment for sin (the Grace). Bittersweet and Glorious. Humbling and Majestic.

Adam and Eve, covered in leaves, and God making the first sacrifice to cover them with skins… this is a picture of the gravity of sin and the gracious love of God. Satan had tried to steal their dignity. They took the bait. God took the bait away and gave them truth and grace, wrapping them up… His very self… He did it. He sacrificed the animal and covered them.

And isn’t that the point of ALL of Scripture?

His will, not mine.

His truth. His grace. His work, not mine.

All leading up to HIS BLOOD.

So, in Numbers… we are still at this point in history before His blood… let’s look together.

(My paraphrase): For twelve days, one tribe of Israel would bring an offering for the dedication of the altar. The offerings included items for use in the tabernacle, such as gold and silver plates and sprinkling bowls, incense, flour, and oils. The offering also included animals for sacrifice at the anointed altar.

Starting in verse 87 The total number of animals for the burnt offering came to twelve young bulls, twelve rams, and twelve male lambs a year old, together with their grain offering. Twelve male goats were used for the sin offering. The total number of animals of the fellowship offering came to twenty four oxen, sixty rams, sixty male goats, and sixty male lambs a year old. These were the offerings for the dedication of the temple.

Lots of blood equaling Loads of Truth and Grace.

Repentance here painted in this picture from history

preparing repentance for us here and now-

 We, who live After Jesus, After His blood spilled.

Not as much blood at Calvary’s Cross, but the most precious, most valuable.

The ONLY blood that could fulfill the penalty for good.

The innocent animals killed could only give us a glimpse into the weightiness of sin, the cost.

The innocent JESUS killed.

That.

Where Love Stopped Drawing the Picture and WAS IN the Picture in the Most Profound Way:

In Pain.

For, you, Dear Reader, and for me.

The greatest compassion we can give each other is the Gospel.

The Gospel of Repentance, the only Good News there is.

Giving each other the Gospel means pointing each other over and over and over again to the covenant of blood, the covering of Jesus: His life in exchange for mine.

My sin payed by my greatest love for the purpose of reconciling me to my Heavenly Father and giving me life… my spirit married to His.

If He would bear our sin and spill His blood, is there anything He would NOT give of Himself for us? Is there any problem TOO great for Him? Let’s meditate on Him and stir up the faith in our spirits.

Jesus gives me:

His strength……………………………………………………….for my weakness

His peace………………………………………………………………for my anxiety

His purity………………………………………………………………..for my shame

His truth……………………………………………………………for my confusions

His grace…………………………………………………………..for my judgement

His purposes………………………………………………………….for my striving

His love………………………………………………..for my selfish, needy heart

Paul, all consumed with wanting more and more of Christ, gives us this urging in Romans 12:1

I urge you therefore, 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.

Another altar… without a specific location… for us… anytime, anywhere because Jesus tore the curtain making us: the people after the Cross- AFTER THE CROSS historically and AFTER THE CROSS as in that is what we are after… Taking up our cross daily… leaving all our sicknesses, manipulations, our striving to be good on it… CRUCIFIED…and instead resting in His goodness… which leaves us free to BE. to laugh. to be human and make mistakes. to walk blamelessly, to confess our sin quickly, to boldness because fear of man hangs from that cross as well. Free to let other people be… loving without strings attached… because our insecurity is being crucified there on that cross, too.

Bless you with the Cross today. Bless you, Dear Believer, with resting in the finished work done for you there. And bless you with being you all wrapped up in Jesus today.

And you. Who may not believe? Bless you. If you read this far, you did so for some reason. Bless you with the peace of the cross, the privilege of laying down all your burdens and being cleansed by Jesus.

In Christ Alone,

Diana

And…I am giving away this book:

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Because it is such a clear representation of the Gospel and salvation. The kids and I loved it and I want to share it.  So… if you would like a copy, become an e-mail follower of the blog… that way I can communicate with you about where to send the book. If you already follow, comment on this post. I’ll send two books out, so we’ll see… I’ll draw if I need to.  Bless you!

The Feelings on Our Shoulders in a Wand Worshiping World

I wrote this on June 26, 2014… May I say I really like this? I love the truth and grace of God and I love writing about it. This one is about Namaan.

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“Why won’t He take it away?”

Probably words cried by every person who has tried their hand at prayer, at believing in a power greater than themselves in the midst of an unwanted situation, struggle, heart break. Even all the atheists have prayed for relief, a fix, a cure. We’ve all  tried our hand at bargaining with God and agreeing to believe, to do better if He would just wave a wand over our heads.

Naaman, who wanted a wave of a hand- a wand, was a commander of the army of the king of Aram. The king of Aram worshipped a god named Rimmon. We know Naaman accompanied him to the temple of Rimmon for he tells us so later in the story.

Certainly he had most likely, desperately asked Rimmon to take his leprosy. Yes, Naaman had leprosy. Although life had seemingly been good to Naaman, he…

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Moving, Reading, Writing, Arithmetic, and How Jesus Holds Us Right By His Heart

We have moved. Out into the middle of nowhere. Cause we’ve had chickens for five years…

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and if you’ve seen the video about what happens to people, who get chickens, then you’ll know what happened. You’ll know why we have a few acres and there’s twenty- four baby chicks out in building #4. You’ll know why twenty-five more are on their way. You’ll know something else, too, you will know why the barn-like building #2 stirs up talk about a dairy cow, hay, fences, and manure for the garden.

Here’s the video if you want to see it:

Yes. That’s us.

Right out here.

We’ve settled into our homeschooling. Our reading, our writing, and arithmetic… with a helping of hens, chicks, and garden plans on the side.

I had said I would write about marriage the entire month of December and on into January… BUT I was barely clickin’ these keys…preparing for Christmas, wrapping up school, and preparing to move which included losing books on marriage I was supposed to be reading. So I decided to reblog all thirty (give or take a few) posts from my first year to have a blog. I’m taking a break from that with this post.

And while my kids do fractions, decimals, and geometry… I checked and checked (shame on me) the likes on facebook for my reblogged posts along with the stats on my wordpress page… and my arithmetic lesson wasn’t making me happy. I think… mean things towards myself and all my failures, shortcomings… plant themselves in my mind… in vain imaginations about how I shouldn’t blog. How I’m like one of those people on American Idol, who think they can sing, but sadly they are so off key it’s hard not to laugh. How I must have made up hearing the Lord, surely He doesn’t want  me to write. You know, come to think of it, I’m not good at anything and I don’t have any friends. A little extreme, don’t ya think?

But, when I started to write this blog, I really did NOT start for numbers. Actually one of my pet peeves is making numbers more important than people. I just really like to write. I love to talk. I love to read. And Above All, I LOVE MY LORD, JESUS. He was the one, who encouraged me- to be me… not for the approval of man, but because I had His approval… because I was all wrapped up in Him… because I am saved, blood-bought…

To trust Him, not myself.

Because I could shine for Him because of Him and by Him.

And so I write. Did I mention that I like to write?

Did I mention my Creator made me and He likes me?

And if He likes me, guess what? He likes you. Little ‘ol you. Little ‘ol me. I like to know that He likes me, don’t you? And to know He likes you? That helps me too… cause His main gift to us is: love and I have this crazy, human tendency to compare, to compete…to put myself above or below other people. He has called me to neither, but rather to love. He has called me to think of myself with sober judgement. (Romans 12)

Do you ever need some fresh sober judgement?  I am needy for some daily.

Self comes talkin’ loudly packed full of lies and extreme thinking.

Moment by moment, believers, let’s head back to Jesus…listening to Him, to His words, meditating on Him, the Father, and the Spirit. Then our perspective and motive is making Him known and forgetting ourselves… not so eager to get affirmation, approval from man.

And here is what Jesus gave me and how He brings me to my senses:

Exodus 28 describes the priestly garments for the high priests: Aaron and his sons. We will focus on the breastplate and God’s instructions on how to make it. Then we will look at it’s significance made fully evident in JESUS.

Verses 15- 21

Fashion a breastpiece for making decisions—the work of skilled hands. Make it like the ephod: of gold, and of blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and of finely twisted linen.  It is to be square—a span long and a span wide—and folded double.  Then mount four rows of precious stones on it. The first row shall be carnelian, chrysolite and beryl; the second row shall be turquoise, lapis lazuli and emerald;  the third row shall be jacinth, agate and amethyst;  the fourth row shall be topaz, onyx and jasper. Mount them in gold filigree settings. There are to be twelve stones, one for each of the names of the sons of Israel, each engraved like a seal with the name of one of the twelve tribes.

And Verse 29

 “Whenever Aaron enters the Holy Place, he will bear the names of the sons of Israel over his heart on the breast piece of decision as a continuing memorial before the Lord. 

The Matthew Henry Commentary on these verses:

In this breast-plate  I. The tribes of Israel were recommended to God’s favour in twelve precious stones, Exod. 28:17-21, 29. … Aaron was to bear their names for a memorial before the Lord continually, being ordained for men, to represent them in things pertaining to God, herein typifying our great high priest, who always appears in the presence of God for us. 1. Though the people were forbidden to come near, and obliged to keep their distance, yet by the high priest, who had their names on his breast-plate, they entered into the holiest; so believers, even while they are here on this earth, not only enter into the holiest, but by faith are made to sit with Christ in heavenly places, Eph. 2:6. 2. The name of each tribe was engraven in a precious stone, to signify how precious, in God’s sight, believers are, and how honourable, Isa. 43:4. They shall be his in the day he makes up his jewels, Mal. 3:17. How small and poor soever the tribe was, it was a precious stone in the breast-plate of the high priest; thus are all the saints dear to Christ, and his delight is in them as the excellent ones of the earth, however men may esteem them as earthen pitchers, Lam. 4:2. 3. The high priest had the names of the tribes both on his shoulders and on his breast, intimating both the power and the love with which our Lord Jesus intercedes for those that are his. He not only bears them up upon his heart, as the expression here is (Exod. 28:29), carries them in his bosom (Isa. 40:11), with the most tender affection. How near should Christ’s name be to our hearts, since he is pleased to lay our names so near his! and what a comfort it is to us, in all our addresses to God, that the great high priest of our profession has the names of all his Israel upon his breast before the Lord for a memorial, presenting them to God as the people of his choice, who were to be made accepted in the beloved! Let not any good Christians fear that God has forgotten them, nor question his being mindful of them upon all occasions, when they are not only engraven upon the palms of his hands (Isa. 49:16), but engraven upon the heart of the great intercessor. See Song 8:6.

And this.

Beloved Reader.

So, I’m tending to children, to chicks, to school, to home… waiting on my man to get home… and I’m clickin’ these keys.

Cause, I like to write. And hope is all welled up in my heart to know, to know, to know… that I am carried close to my Master’s chest and as long as my fingers can click, my mouth can speak, and my lungs have breath… may I stand. for my Jesus and be. and be, yes and be His servant honoring His voice above all the rest. May I not get all turned inward and selfish, but give freely without any strings attached.

To the Kingdom!

To the Restoration!

Bless you with standing because Hope Stands and shines for Jesus because the hope is that you are seated by your Great High Priest in the heavenlies. And Hope Stands because you are held right by His heart, right by His heart! So, when Jesus intercedes for you, He doesn’t point at you…over there… He points to you right by His Heart, a jewel.  Bless your soul with that peace today… no matter the arithmetic… because He is faithful to produce fruit in His children. And dear reader, remember this: When you slay lies with truth and grace… You walk with Jesus… all filled with the Spirit, there is ALWAYS fruit in the Spirit.

Diana

P.S.

Next post has a drawing for a free book with three winners! Because another way to slaughter self-defeat is to give to others. Look for details!

A Propensity for Dumps

You ever ended up in a dump? Yeah, me too. This one is for you and me… and dedicated to Jesus, who paid for dump living once and for all.

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RECENT OBSERVATIONS:

So, we are driving down the street in our green Dodge van with UN-tinted, fingerprint covered windows. I cannot explain why the children touch the windows so much. Me- with my addiction therapist husband in the passenger side, my home school kids in tow, and my big black purse, off to the soccer field we go. It’s my husband who’s playing tonight. Going- because I love to see him play. Going- because prison work (the husband’s) is hard and it’s good to have a field where you can play hard with other men who sweat and work in the world where weeds grow and thorns prick. So, here we are on our way. I slow down at the light, then stop. Go. A truck comes up on my right. My husband rolls down his window and sticks his head out, shaking his head at the boy who’s driving…

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When Truth Preached From the Pulpit Is Not Enough- Part 2

Posted this on Memorial Day last year… the second part of a challenge to believers, who hold the Word of God in highest regard as an infallible revelation from our Lord to us.

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My last post titled, “WHEN TRUTH PREACHED FROM THE PULPIT IS NOT ENOUGH” offers the beginning to this post.

The “church” (I use this term loosely) has a track record of sweeping sin under the rug (for centuries), even when truth and grace are preached from the pulpit. We are naturally followers, so even if we are true believers, sometimes we can become swayed by culture and not even recognize it because we are often still heavily involved in “religious” activity. Here is a list for pondering and taking before the Lord in light of His Word.

1.No repentance over our own sexual brokenness- We have no purity on our own. If we profess to be saved, we must admit we need Jesus in all areas of life. It’s His purity that we are clothed in. (period) (exclamation point)! Romans 3:12

2.Giving in to the cultural labels of homosexual…

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When Truth Preached From the Pulpit Is Not Enough

Posted about nine months ago… One of the passions of my heart.

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This post is difficult.

Because it is about pain- in the church house.

I’m talking to Bible believers here, primarily (but not only) Protestants, because for the most part in the practice of worship meetings hold the time of teaching from the pulpit in the highest regard. This is especially to those, who preach the Word, who have NOT compromised and may find this as a source of pride.

It’s about the next generation of believers. And you, listen. That is, if you are a rescued, redeemed, washed clean, child of the King.

Look at this. And look closely.

Read it. Weep. Pray.

I copied this from Rachel Held Evans blog- named one of the 50 most influential women in Christendom of our day. Her post was called Sunday Superlatives where she picked some different quotes, books, etc… that she considers “super”.

Kathryn Joyce with “By Grace Alone”

“For years…

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