Thursday, October 14, 2010

The name is Martha...not Mary!

My name is Martha! I was named after my 4ft11in great-granny Martha. She was called "marthE, by those around her, but she was a Martha just the same.
                                (My Great-Granny Creel (known as MarthE to her family, but really a Martha! She is holding me in the photo, my great-grandapa "Papa Creel, my grandmother, Honey and my mom are also pictured here....this was probably taken in 1968 or '69)
                                                        
 I grew up 'thinking' the name Martha meant lady, or at least that's what I read in the name meaning books. But recently, the name Martha has taken on a new meaning. I think it has something to do with that book that was written Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World. Give me a break!! I remember when a church member came to me one day discussing in a sugary sweet tone how she wanted to have a Mary heart in this Martha world...it just made me want to gag..


 So Martha gets uptight in the Bible  because she's getting no help in the kitchen while Jesus is visiting...and she gets a bad rap. I think I would be more than stressed out if I was her too after all Jesus was in her house as well as a lot of other folks. I think she would want things just right!  However, she was also one of Jesus's really good friends...and she had great faith..didn't she say, Jesus, if you would have been here, my brother Lazarus would not have died?...she knew that Jesus was the answer.


I guess Martha was a worrier...and I admit...I tend to lean on the worrying side. Yes, I know worrying is a sin. I give my worries over to Jesus and then snatch them back...
                                                   Don't Worry Be Happy!


As many know, when my daughter, Karlie was 4 years old she was skinnier and shorter than the doctor-world wanted her to be. We were sent  to every known specialist alive or so it seemed...and were threatening to give her growth hormone shots. I was a little worried...little is putting it mildly...I was a lot worried...I didn't want to give my baby girl shots daily forever for something to make her grow maybe 2 extra inches?!?! So, before the big 3 hour test she was to take (on a fast) and they were to take her blood every 15mins. I prayed to God for some confirmation that everything was going to be alright. I got some good verses from Him when I opened up my Bible...things like I am your rock! and I said to God, that's a good one, but can you give me something else too...then I would get another really good verse...and I'd say that's good too...but can you just give me something to really confirm that everything is going to be alright?  Basically, I wanted to read a verse that said, Martha it's going to be alright! SO then I opened my Bible, and my eyes fell on the words of Jesus in red and it said, "Martha, Martha you are upset and worried about many things, but only one thing is important!" He got my attention. He called my name! I knew it was all going to be alright...and it was...She had a normal test result...She's still petite, just like He made her...beautiful!
       Here's Karlie with her Dad...Isn't she Beautiful? SO, why did I waste my time worrying over a growth hormone test when she was 4?...(I told those doctors, maybe she's just petite cause there's a "few" in the family that are petite...her momma just "ain't" one of um!)


 So, in this Martha world don't try to be a Mary, be like Jesus and let Him live through you...all other examples fall short!  
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Blog has a new look

So, my blog has a new look. I have changed the banner about three times. I think I finally like it. It's the best it will look without "professional help" and I am good with out that!

I am "proud" of myself for finally figuring out how to put new photos in the banner thing from shabby blog. I did have to watch the tutorial like 3 times, but hey... repetition helps one learn, at least it helps this one learn! HA

There's not much to post, but plenty going on. Just waiting for LOA, and praying it arrives soon. We are ready to go to China. and get her. My agency says there's nothing to do right now while we wait...but wait. Karlie's passport came in yesterday...out of the blue. It's only been 2 weeks, they told us 4 to 6 weeks. She was very excited about it. Then Shek says, we need to get mine now, what if I change my mind and decide to go to.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Prayin' without ceasin'

I received the following devotional email from the Max Lucado email subscription that I belong to. Also, while downloading emails this morning, my mom also forwarded this same email to me about praying...Let's all pray without ceasing...Do you have a prayer request..Leave a comment and we can all join together and pray for you...I know I love it when others pray for me...so let's all pray together for one another!

Pray First, Pray Most

by Max Lucado
One of our Brazilian church leaders taught me something about earnest prayer. He met Christ during a yearlong stay in a drug-rehab center. His therapy included three one-hour sessions of prayer a day. Patients weren’t required to pray, but they were required to attend the prayer meeting. Dozens of recovering drug addicts spent sixty uninterrupted minutes on their knees.
I expressed amazement and confessed that my prayers were short and formal. He invited (dared?) me to meet him for prayer. I did the next day. We knelt on the concrete floor of our small church auditorium and began to talk to God. Change that. I talked; he cried, wailed, begged, cajoled, and pleaded. He pounded his fists on the floor, shook a fist toward heaven, confessed, and reconfessed every sin. He recited every promise in the Bible as if God needed a reminder. He prayed like Moses.
When God determined to destroy the Israelites for their golden calf stunt, “Moses begged the Lord his God and said, ‘Lord, don’t let your anger destroy your people, whom you brought out of Egypt with your great power and strength. Don’t let the people of Egypt say, “The Lord brought the Israelites out of Egypt for an evil purpose.” . . . Remember the men who served you—Abraham, Isaac, and Israel. You promised with an oath to them’” (Ex. 32:11–13 NCV).
Moses on Mount Sinai is not calm and quiet, with folded hands and a serene expression. He’s on his face one minute, in God’s the next. He’s on his knees, pointing his finger, lifting his hands. Shedding tears. Shredding his cloak. Wrestling like Jacob at Jabbok for the lives of his people. And God heard him! “So the Lord changed his mind and did not destroy the people as he had said he might” (v.14 NCV).
Our passionate prayers move the heart of God. “The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much” (James 5:16). Prayer does not change God’s nature; who he is will never be altered. Prayer does, however, impact the flow of history. God has wired his world for power, but he calls on us to flip the switch.
Most of us struggle with prayer. We forget to pray, and when we remember, we hurry through prayers with hollow words. Our minds drift; our thoughts scatter like a covey of quail. Why is this? Prayer requires minimal effort. No location is prescribed. No particular clothing is required. No title or office is stipulated. Yet you’d think we were wrestling a greased pig.
Speaking of pigs, Satan seeks to interrupt our prayers. Our battle with prayer is not entirely our fault. The devil knows the stories; he witnessed the angel in Peter’s cell and the revival in Jerusalem. He knows what happens when we pray. “Our weapons have power from God that can destroy the enemy’s strong places” (2 Cor. 10:4 NCV).
Satan is not troubled when Max writes books or prepares sermons, but his knobby knees tremble when Max prays. Satan does not stutter or stumble when you walk through church doors or attend committee meetings. Demons aren’t flustered when you read this book. But the walls of hell shake when one person with an honest heart and faithful confession says, “Oh, God, how great thou art.”
Satan keeps you and me from prayer. He tries to position himself between us and God. But he scampers like a spooked dog when we move forward. So let’s do.
Let’s pray, first. Traveling to help the hungry? Be sure to bathe your mission in prayer. Working to disentangle the knots of injustice? Pray. Weary with a world of racism and division? So is God. And he would love to talk to you about it.

Let’s pray, most. Did God call us to preach without ceasing? Or teach without ceasing? Or have committee meetings without ceasing? Or sing without ceasing? No, but he did call us to “pray without ceasing” (1 Thess. 5:17).
Did Jesus declare: My house shall be called a house of study? Fellowship? Music? A house of exposition? A house of activities? No, but he did say, “My house will be called a house of prayer” (Mark 11:17 NIV).
No other spiritual activity is guaranteed such results. “When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action” (Matt. 18:19 MSG). He is moved by the humble, prayerful heart.
Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart. Pray for us, too, that God will give us many opportunities to speak about his mysterious plan concerning Christ.
(Colossians 4:2–3 NLT)

Outlive Your Life bookGod of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, you created all that exists, and you keep it running through your infinite wisdom and boundless power. Yet you invite me to come to you in prayer, boldly and with the expectation that you will hear me and answer me. Teach me, Lord, to take full advantage of this amazing privilege, especially in regard to reaching others with your love. Give me a heart for those who have yet to experience the fullness of your grace, and prompt me to pray for them and for their welfare, both in this world and in eternity. Lord, bring me to the front lines of this battle. In Jesus’ name I pray, amen.
From Outlive Your Life: You Were Made to Make a Difference
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 2010) Max Lucado

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Snapshot: Making Bows and headbands for Jolie

Today after church we headed over to Gam and Pop's house for Sunday dinner. After lunch, Gam made bows for some headbands for Jolie. The "girls" in the family watched while the boys in the family either napped on the couch or shot bb guns with Pop.

Yesterday, Karl and I went to a local craft store and picked up some items to make hair bows for Jolie. My mom is crafty and creative and a bow maker extraordinare.

                                                    The Materials!

                 Here's my mom aka (Gam) in  her craft room.
                                               She has an awesome craft room.
Gam models a finished  head band! LOL

Here's 4 generations with the finished bows.

We were matched to our daughter on September 20. If you would like to read the post about her, read this post. Also, after receiving our PA last Wednesday, a friend of mine read that we are naming our girl Jolie.
Read this extraordinary post about how she was inspired to paint names meaning lovely things in other languages. "Jolie" was one of those names she painted and at the time she thought it odd that she was inspired to paint it. I am glad she was obedient to His leading. Read about that here.
                                                
Here's Jolie! Don't you think those headbands will be darling in her hair? Can we please, pretty please just go to China and get her? 





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