Today I got a forwarded email from my grandmother, who happens to love forwarding everything from little rosy angel graphic to the classic "Send this to a million people or you will die..." emails. Today's edition almost landed into my deleted files with its brothers, but the title caught my attention.
Beware This Book!!
Hmm, I thought. I'm not afraid of a book. So I opened the email and in it was an outrageous cry to ban the book Conversations With God by Neal D. Walsch, who many Christians have accused of heresy and fraud.
Ok. So my attention was caught. I googled the book, the author, read a few excerpts, read a few favorable reviews, and a few not so favorable ones and let me tell you, this guy's book is NOT FOUNDED IN CHRISTIANITY. For some of you this may be a relief and for others of you a red flag to avoid the book at all costs.
I think the idea of banning the book is ludicrous. I don't believe in banning books. From what would the book even be banned? It's no one's place but the person considering the book to read to decide if it is appropriate or not. The human mind does have the capacity to take in ideas without validating them as the gospel truth. I like Harry Potter, but I don't think I'm ever going to get that owl-mail inviting me to Hogwarts.
But for those of you looking for a devotional or for information regarding who God is according to Christians, Neal Walsch's book is not what you're looking for. His ideas come from something else.
shortynation
You're so VAIN!!!
So I have decided to go on a cruise as I have already stated in a previous blog. SO EXCITED!
Anyway, the point is, that while I am small and only weigh about 97 lbs (I'm only five feet, so this is normal and not freakish), I have no muscle tone. But I want to wear a bikini so bad!
The only thing is I hate the squishiness of my belly. I don't mind my thighs so much because I mean, women are suppose to have curvy thighs. It's our natural shape. But I want my tummy to be tones!
So I've been wondering how to do this...
I think I'm going to have to give up ice cream, chocolate muffins, pasta, cream dressing,....this is so sad...., hamburgers, chips, hotpockets...
How is this possible?! I am a college student after all!
But I am determined.
So pilates + cardio + dieting = amazingness!!!!!
If anyone has a get toned quick sheme...I'm open to them. ;P
Anyway, the point is, that while I am small and only weigh about 97 lbs (I'm only five feet, so this is normal and not freakish), I have no muscle tone. But I want to wear a bikini so bad!
The only thing is I hate the squishiness of my belly. I don't mind my thighs so much because I mean, women are suppose to have curvy thighs. It's our natural shape. But I want my tummy to be tones!
So I've been wondering how to do this...
I think I'm going to have to give up ice cream, chocolate muffins, pasta, cream dressing,....this is so sad...., hamburgers, chips, hotpockets...
How is this possible?! I am a college student after all!
But I am determined.
So pilates + cardio + dieting = amazingness!!!!!
If anyone has a get toned quick sheme...I'm open to them. ;P
No cahoonies - fight the power!
Thank God
Thank God
I was reading the story of the lost son in my Bible. How easy it is for me to see myself in this story. Instead of seeing some obscure face demanding to have everything now, I see myself arrogantly asking God to bless me as I do what I think I must to be happy. I see myself basking in my own success and then I see myself fall. I see the people who were suppose to stay with me run away. I see myself abandoned with the pigs and starving.
As I read this verse, I say it out loud and I'm crying. "Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your daughter. Please take me on as a hired woman."
I volunteer, I go to church, and I work. I work so very hard for purpose. I work to be a hired woman. I work for God, but it's not enough. Because I know that I can never work hard enough or be enough without Him. And I stumble. I stumble again and again. And again. I stumble again.
And hurting, and weary, and close to giving up and crawling back to the hole I dug without Him, He lifts me. He's been there all along. Trying to hold me, trying to robe me in His love, and feed me His peace.
Instead of to some obscure face, God says to me, "We must celebrate, because this daughter of mine was dead and has now returned to life. She was lost and now she is found."
What a relief to know that he never left my side. What a comfort it is to have him love me when I'm the worst, the best, rebellious, contrite. Will I ever be able to convey the depth of You inside my chest?
Probably not.
Thank God.
As I read this verse, I say it out loud and I'm crying. "Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your daughter. Please take me on as a hired woman."
I volunteer, I go to church, and I work. I work so very hard for purpose. I work to be a hired woman. I work for God, but it's not enough. Because I know that I can never work hard enough or be enough without Him. And I stumble. I stumble again and again. And again. I stumble again.
And hurting, and weary, and close to giving up and crawling back to the hole I dug without Him, He lifts me. He's been there all along. Trying to hold me, trying to robe me in His love, and feed me His peace.
Instead of to some obscure face, God says to me, "We must celebrate, because this daughter of mine was dead and has now returned to life. She was lost and now she is found."
What a relief to know that he never left my side. What a comfort it is to have him love me when I'm the worst, the best, rebellious, contrite. Will I ever be able to convey the depth of You inside my chest?
Probably not.
Thank God.
No cahoonies - fight the power!
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