tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71250257294983471282024-03-05T20:15:47.323-08:00Not mine but God's StoryRevelation 12:11
They overcame him
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-24735729062796363902014-05-15T04:00:00.002-07:002014-05-15T04:00:15.542-07:00The Spoon...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've always been talker, but to place my words on paper, I thought you've got to be kidding...Lord. But He wasn't. Over seven years ago, He led me to the world of blogging where He wanted me to share my story (God's story) with whoever would read. No more hiding from my bad choices, selfish desires or pity-parties I would have from time to time.<br />
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Well, a new season has begun and He's asked me to step it up a notch. So, click on <a href="http://lisashawcares.com/a-season-of-change/">Women Walking with Jesus</a>, come along and see how Jesus works it all out... every step, every trial, and every blessing.<br />
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<strong><em>For I am about to do something new.<br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-19">See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?</span></span></em></strong><br />
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is always working in our lives. Even before we are aware of it. To think that girl who lived her life with lustful desires would one day be writing about Jesus…really?
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Here’s how this ‘new’ thing that I have the privilege to be
a part of got started. I meet Lisa Shaw over seven years ago through my blog
and we immediately became sisters in Christ. Within a few months, my family
made planned to take a vacation and to my surprise it lead to her neck of the
woods. I was wonderfully treated as her guest for a day during our vacation and
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Throughout the years, I’ve grown to love and respect her as
a woman of God. So when she asked me to join<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i></b>her and 12 other women each
month on her site to share stories about real life, encouragement and our heart
as <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="http://lisashawcares.com/introducing-women-walking-with-jesus-2/">Women walking with Jesus</a></i></b>, I just had to say “yes!” So, I hope you’ll stop by every month to read,
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<br />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-3702708730392189092014-01-13T07:46:00.004-08:002014-01-13T07:46:54.857-08:00Running to His Mercy Seat...<strong>Her testimony led me to His Mercy seat...</strong><br /> She spoke with no shame. Her voice was calm as she made this confession… “I’ve had an abortion, and not one but four. I’m no longer ashamed. I’m forgiven and Jesus Christ changed my life.” <br /><br />She stood there with confidence, as she continued on with her testimony behind the pulpit at my church over 10 years ago. It was her story I needed to hear, yet the voice in my head was shouting… “you must never let anyone know what happened on <span class="text_exposed_show">November 12, 1989, for if you do, you’ll be known as a “murder!” But then there was this other voice… softer, sweeter, tugging at my heart proclaiming “if you confess THIS secret and BELIEVE you are forgiven… ALL will be new again.” <br /><br />It seemed like a lifetime ago, when words of confession flowed from this woman's mouth, it was living water to me. I’m thankful that our pastor gave her a platform to share the Truth of God, His Forgiveness and Grace to those of us who were running from the Mercy seat because of our abortion(s). <br /><br /> I’ve come a long way since that day… the day when the enemy tried to keep my “secret sin” a secret. Today, I proclaim God’s mercy toward my abortion with no shame and living in His forgiveness. God has given me many opportunities since then to share my story (God’s Story) and to help other women find healing on the road to His forgiveness. <br /><br /> On Sunday, January 19, 2014 we will have an opportunity to speak out for the<em> Sanctity of Human Life</em>. I believe God wants us to speak the truth. His truth can be spoken with compassion and conviction. Jesus did…with the woman at the well. On <em>Sanctity of Human Life</em> <em>Sunday</em> some churches will do all they can to bring awareness of how abortion has and is affecting us in our churches, communities and our country. While others will skim the surface hoping not to bring to much attention to a very controversial and political issue and I’m sad to say, there will even be churches that won’t mention <strong><em>“it”</em></strong> at all. <br /><br /> <strong>Revelation 12:11 (NIV) They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony;</strong></span><br />
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<strong>Truth led her to the Water…</strong><br />
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“If you want to know the truth, go ask Tammy.” Yep, that’s
what Mom would say because she knew I didn’t beat around the bush. It’s how God
made me. Maybe that’s why it’s easy for me to speak truth into the lives of
those who are hurting and struggling with life. To bring freedom from the grip of
Satan’s lies.<br />
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<o:p> </o:p>As we’ve learned in Chapter 8 of <a href="http://reneeswope.com/">A Confident Heart by Renee Swope</a>, God gives us different characteristics and spiritual gifts to make up
the body of Christ. I’ve taken the test and here are the results:<strong><em> Choleric/
Sanguine</em></strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Spiritual gifts: <strong><em>Prophecy,
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If you have a few more minutes, I’d like to share a story of
what happened when I allowed God to use…<strong>The Real Me</strong></div>
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Sitting across from me in the Spring of 2011, I could see she
was unsure about sharing her story (maybe for the first time) the reasons why
she chose to abort the child within her. But she really didn’t need to mummer a
word, her body language said it all… Shame. Angry. Guilt. Along with an emptiness
that had taken residence in her heart. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The voice struggled to cry out. It wanted to
take back all she had done but the past was now to be her future.</div>
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As her story started to unfold, her body began to relax and
there in her eyes I saw a glimmer of hope... God was with us. She told me she had
grown up religious but it wasn’t apart of her life today. Yet, she was willing
to let me come along side of her to help with this pain that she was
experiencing. A pain the world told her wouldn’t exist if she was to have this
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<o:p> </o:p>I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Why? Well, it never is
when you have to speak truth into<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>someone’s life who is blinded by darkness. Darkness has a clever way of making
us think we are deserving of wants. It convinces us that life is all about us.
I guess you could say its real name is…Pride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes, pride, I knew it all to well. It had destroyed a life within me many
years ago and it continued to steal the relationships around me for years to
come. So, I knew where she was coming from, where she was and where she was
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Our relationship grew as the weeks passed through this
journey of healing and restoration. We shared, we laughed, we cried, yet I knew
she wouldn’t be able to live in the present, until she trusted God. Believed in
His Truth. I had asked her several times if she wanted to receive the gift of
salvation and each time she would declined the wall grew a little stronger.
Then on our fifth meeting the LORD whispered to me<em> “ Tammy, lay out the truth
boldly and I’ll do the rest.”</em> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Yep, you guessed it! She declined and went home. I thought
did I hear God or was it my own hopeful desire to lead her to the living water.
It wasn’t until our next meeting, she told me she’d been having a hard time
swallowing some of the truth that was said to her, but she decided to seek God during
the week and she found Him!</div>
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Its been two years since the day of her salvation, when
Truth spoke into her life and believe me, she is on fire for God! </div>
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One thing I try to do is stay connected with the women I’ve
worked with either through Facebook, email or texting. Many times my heart has
been blessed to see the growth they’ve made, so when Kim invited me to her
baptism on November 17, 2013 my heart was filled with a sense of thankfulness. Without
hesitation, she stood in front of the congregation and told her testimony. A
testimony that many of us are still ashamed to utter a word but not her. By her
revealing the “secret” (her daughter) Bella’s life would be validated and Kim’s
baptism was now the finally statement to…I belong to Christ Jesus.</div>
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Oh, one last thing. As we were all singing and worshiping before
the baptism, God spoke these words to my heart... “Tell Kim that her daughter
didn’t die in vain.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I don’t get
these orders from God very often but when I told Kim, her eyes filled with
tears, and I believed, she knew what God meant.</div>
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<strong><o:p> </o:p>My friends…it was a bittersweet moment.</strong></div>
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<strong><em>He notices and cares enough to tell us that our hearts need
repair. He won’t leave a notice on our front door, but He did leave Himself as
a love letter nailed to the Cross of Calvary, declaring the depth of His
perfect love. (Renee Swope, A Confident Heart)</em></strong></div>
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#perfectlove… was waiting for me in my bathroom. </div>
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This night was no different then any other night. Taking off
our makeup (which we hated doing) was a little time consuming, but time well spent
together. I loved the fact that spending time with Sydney (my daughter) no
matter what we did or where we were was always blessing to me. During our “
face washing marathon” you would find us sometimes laughing, make faces in the
mirror or talking about life’s struggles.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p>Soon our time had come to an end as <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:city> patted her face dry and she checked
herself in the mirror for one last time before exiting the bathroom. Yet there I
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<o:p> </o:p>Before <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:city>
enter her bedroom, I heard her stop died in her tracks, and softly whispered
“Mommy, I love you so very much…Goodnight!” </div>
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<o:p> </o:p>I had heard those words before, but this night was
different. This night those words took my breath away. Words spoken of a #perfectlove
that only God could give. As she closed the door behind her, I heard another
voice deep within my soul. It was gentle but a sound voice, saying… <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tammy, now that’s what forgiveness feels
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p> </o:p></i>I started wrestling with the words that I had just encountered.
<strong>But God…</strong></div>
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How could she love me so much after years of throwing angry
words at her? What about the times she wanted to be held, but all I could do
was push her to the side? Do You remember the time I left her and her dad? Where
was the love of her mother then, when she so needed me? </div>
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He knew about all those questions. We had dealt with them
years ago, when I finally stopped manipulating the truth of my abortion.
Because of my abortion all of my guilt, bitterness, shame and angry had been hurl
towards my daughter. I thought…if I wasn’t worthy enough to love the child that
I had aborted, how could I possible be worthy of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:city>’s love. Pushing her away was the
answer. Making her hate me…isn’t that what I deserved? </div>
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But today, He wanted me to believe that all was forgiven. That
our relationship was restored and to receive the #perfectlove only He could
place in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:city>’s
heart towards me. The words that came from my daughter’s lips, God brought
forth, to fill my soul and quench the longing of knowing…she has forgiven me. <br />
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But LORD, I don’t think they will understand unless they’ve been there. Well,
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I had decided to forgo participating in the <strong>Blog Hop</strong> this
week until the conversation above took place during my workout at the gym this
morning. I have to say, God at times, picks the strangest places to have a
conversation with you. So, here is what He wanted me to share…</div>
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Along life’s journey, I’ve been asked the question of how many
children do I have and the answer has always been two. But this particular
evening, about three years ago, as I was standing with my friend and her mother
(which I just meet) in the lobby of a church when the “question” came. With a
little bit of hesitation I answered “ I have two children.” Immediately, I
heard the Holy Spirit clear His throat saying, “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You don’t have two children but three. Go ahead</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and tell her the truth.” </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>#SayWhat! “There is no way she is going to
understand, if I tell her the truth!” was my comeback. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“She doesn’t have too, but you need to acknowledge your child. Go
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I didn’t understand and I was scared to death but I stopped
in the middle of the sentence and said “ Well, that not true. You see, I have
three children, a son 28, a daughter 17 and a one who died ( her response was…
“Oooh” before I could get to the end of my sentence) because I chose to have an
abortion that I totally regret now. I could see in her eyes she was trying to comprehend
it, so I continued “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I can’t deny my
child’s existence anymore, I hope you understand?” With a half smile on her
face, she said “Well, I’m sure at the time you didn’t know what to do?.” With a
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We ended the night with a hug along with “It was nice
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Walking back to my car I was still
confused with why I had to go there, yet I was relieved knowing I didn’t have
to hide him (my child) anymore. On the way home, God let me know that it was
important not to ignore my child’s life because you see, my friend, she had
just finished going through the post-abortion bible study with me as her mentor.
She knew my story and she had learned how important it was to be honest about
our abortion(s) because if we don’t shame has a way of creeping back into our
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It wasn’t easy that night and when I share “my” next step in
this testimony of mine with women who I have the privilege to mentor, they say...
“I don’t think I will ever be able to be that opened about my abortion(s).” And
I gently reply “All I can say is if He speaks to your heart in this area say
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">Here we are at the hop, Blog Hop
with the <a href="http://proverbs31.org/online-bible-studies/current-study/">Yes To God</a> online bible study, our hostess…Melissa Taylor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="textdeut-6-5"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">And you must love the </b></span><span class="small-caps"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span></b></span><span class="textdeut-6-5"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> your God with all
your heart, all your soul, and all your strength. (Deuteronomy 6:5 NLT)<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">That’s a pretty big command…don’t
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">But I look at this way. If it was impossible then God wouldn’t ask
it of us, right? We are told in <strong><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%204:13&version=NLT">Philippians 4:13</a></strong> that we can do all things
through Christ who strengths me. Maybe that’s why God spoke to my heart on
Tuesday morning to stop being consumed with Facebook. He even gave me
particulars like, for the next seven days I want you to step away from
Facebook, however, you can check it twice a day so that you will stay connected
with the Facebook group you are in. </span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">I know some of you are thinking…really?
While other are saying, oh girl, I’ve been there…keep going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">Well, Tuesday I passed with flying
colors. It could have been that I was busy most of day with errands to run,
mentoring a woman in the afternoon, the Connection Call with Melissa Taylor and
let’s not forget preparing supper. As the day was winding down, I thought about how I
had achieved this nudge from the LORD and without much of a struggle. I have to
admit I was so pride of myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">Oh, but yesterday was not so
satisfying as my day came to a close. There I was standing worshiping God
during our Wednesday night service when I heard Him say... “Not so good today?”
In response, I said “What are You talking about?” I'm sure He was saying with
a somewhat smile on His face… “I noticed that you checked your Facebook more
then twice today and as you did you softly whispered… “Just to see if I have
any messages, quick on and quick off” but you see Tammy, that wasn’t part of
details.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5">So, today, I focusing “again” on
loving God with all of my strength. You may be asking…why not along with other
two (mind and soul)? I’m realizing that my strength in of my self is the flesh
and this (my) flesh will fail every time without being mindful of God's presence.
I believe the desire in our hearts and souls to love the LORD is always there
as daughters of the King and He sees that, but it’s the “doing” that cause us
to stumble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textdeut-6-5"><strong>So, ladies. Repeat after me …I can
do all things through Christ who strengthen me.</strong></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-37477330967346962572013-02-28T03:46:00.003-08:002014-10-22T02:38:45.284-07:00Who's in Control?<br />
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<strong><span class="usercontent"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">This quote from Let. It. Go. by Karen Ehman got my
attention... "Whether your life contains life-altering crises,
out-of-control circumstances, or relatively normal bumps and blips, you must
nestle yourself neatly and surrendered into the spot God has reserved for you
in it all."</span></span><span class="textps-31-14"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></strong></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">If I
was going to make it to the other side of this mess, I had to trust in God.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span class="textps-31-14">What was meant to be a promising business started to go in a way that I felt wouldn't
honor God. I knew standing my ground could mean losing a dear friend and likely
put distance between me and my husband. During this time I cried out to God,
asking Him to change my heart if I just wanting to be in control. Was it me
who was the "stick in the mud?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">My
heart was telling me that God would take care of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it, that He was in control of the
situation...right? I knew He saw the real motive in each of our hearts, yet my
head was telling me something totally different and I was getting VERY
impatience. My marriage was falling apart, a marriage that had survived 25
years of dark valleys and a friendship I treasured was now unraveling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">Oh,
ladies, believe me when I say the voice was getting stronger with each passing day
that unless I did something...nothing was going to change! I thought about
leaving, giving up, walking out on this marriage. Why not?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one who was involved in this business
cared how it was affecting me or the marriage and I'll let you in on a little
secret...the voice even suggested to me to end my own life...."NOW that
would show them who's in control!" it whispered. I know what you thinking.
How could I have gone there? Well, my life felt out of control, I felt alone and
God seemed so distinct.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">But
He was there, I was just staring at the mountain instead of lifting my eyes to
the Throne. Once I released the situation, placed it in His hands and rested in
His promises the gates of Heaven opened up and I felt at peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">It did
took longer then I had hoped for the business to dissolves but it did. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="textps-31-14">I am in a new season now, yet I've lost two friends and a marriage that is still on
the road to healing. But, I learned that God knew were I was, how I was
feeling and collected every tear I cried in a bottle, whispering..."Trust
Me, I got this one."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span class="textps-31-14"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><br />
<span class="textps-31-14"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><strong><em>But I am
trusting you, O </em></strong></span><strong><em><span class="small-caps"><span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span></span><span class="textps-31-14">,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em>
<span class="textps-31-14">saying, “You are my God!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Psalm 31:14 NLT)<o:p></o:p></span></em></strong><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-39697693004205939032013-02-14T02:10:00.000-08:002014-10-22T02:38:15.967-07:00His Plan!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the
Lord’s purpose that prevails.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(Proverbs 19:21 NIV)<i> </i></strong><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">This wasn't a unfamiliar place to me, but
this time it was different. The stage was simple, there was no elaborate
backdrop. The music playing was filled with words of praise. The hands of the
audience were lifted high in full surrender to the All Mighty God.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I too, had my palms facing toward heaven with
thanksgiving, for the new life that He had given me. A life with no more shame.
A life where now I was helping other women, just like me, find healing from the
secret of abortion. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Standing there praising Him, I knew I was
right where I belong, in the audience and not on the stage.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">You see, during my adolescent years, I would
perform my dance routines on this very stage. Twirling and moving around in a
beautiful costume. Waiting to hear the thunder of applause fill the air and
when the final curtain call came I would then take my bow. I would soak in sounds
of praise for my great works and as the spotlight bounced off my face, my heart
would begin to fill with a desire to carry out my plans for the future...to
want more of me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The day finally came...there I stood behind
that same curtain waiting to make my grand entrance, not as a dance student,
but as Miss Tammy, the dance teacher. I longed to hear the crowd's approval.
How I longed be exalted. I was beginning to arrange the colorful cobblestones
on the path I had chosen. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Years have gone by since then and my plans
have changed. Today, they are plans directed by God. So, there I stood with over
500 women from around the State of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">New
York</st1:state></st1:place>, who had traveled to our yearly Assemblies of
God Conference. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was on that day, God spoke these words to
me: <b>You are now exalting Me and no longer exalting yourself.</b> And I
believe... He said with a smile. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-68361336749065843152013-02-07T05:45:00.000-08:002013-02-07T05:45:01.145-08:00I was warned...
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I heard about you. The way you connect with people.
Introducing us to friends around the world. I was warned not to fall for your
promises. Promises of casual
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<o:p> </o:p>Lies! They were all lies! I've been put under your spell,
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Yep! I have fallen and I don't know how to get up...until
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I'm finding the
strength to put boundaries around our relationship with the help of <strong>Karen Ehman</strong>,
author of <strong>Let. IT. GO</strong>. She has dealt with tangents, like you, in the past and
she's walking with me through this journey of...<strong> Let. It. Go</strong>.<br />
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So, here's my plan. I will only visit you three times a day
and yes, there will be a time limit, but I haven't decided on those limits...yet.
(working on that one...ladyfriends.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
know what your thinking, its not going to work, well, Karen says..." Give
yourself time. Look for progress, not perfection."<br />
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<em>Father God, I want You to consume me with Your plans for
the day. For my life.</em> <br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/null"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-64435483186217334242012-03-31T14:08:00.000-07:002012-03-31T14:08:25.435-07:00not mine but God's story...A few weeks ago, I performed a monologue for our dessert night at Life Choices Center were I volunteer. This is my story about the abortion that I had over 20 years ago and how God sought after me. <br />
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<a href=""><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-25771667911650478782012-02-22T12:34:00.000-08:002012-02-22T12:34:30.674-08:00On The Radio...Oh, its been a long time...again, since I've put my fingers to this key pad. I have a lot of things floating around in this mind of mine but I can't seem to reconnect to the web world. I still read many of my blogging friends thoughts, but never leave a comment. Can I still call you my "blogging friend?"<br />
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I've been busy with our abortion recovery ministry at the local CPC and God has been opening doors for me to share my story (God's Story), plus sharing His Word in other areas of my life. Oh, and our daughter,Sydney is planning her wedding for May 2013. Now that a whole blogging session in it self.<br />
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Which leads me to inviting you to listen in on a live interview over a CWA radio tomorrow, Thursday, February 23 at 11:00am. A dear friend of mine,<strong> Lisa Shaw</strong>, is hosting her own radio show <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/cwa-radio/2012/02/23/the-whole-woman">'The Whole Woman</a>' and has asked me to share how God sustained me during and after my mother's tragic death. <br />
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So meet with us tomorrow at 11:00am! ( click on the link above).<br />
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No promises, but I'll try to be better at getting back to sharing 'not mine but God's Story.<br />
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<a href=""><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-59401114971132821042012-01-21T06:08:00.000-08:002014-01-10T05:50:31.173-08:00Sanctitiy of Human Life...will your pastor be talkingEvery week I have the opportunity to meet with women who might be facing an unplanned pregnancy. Let me be honest, it isn’t easy sitting across from a young lady who has already voiced that if she is pregnant, she will be getting an abortion. It seems to be an easy solution in a moment of uncertainty, not realize the destruction that will take place. As I sit across from her, this one thought keeps coming to me; if I can only connect with her then maybe she’ll change her mind. She doesn’t know that I’m praying, asking God to give me an opening so that I can share my story (God’s Story) with her.<br />
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As I think back on the day that I went to the clinic, the only life I saw was my own. I wanted to live. I had things to do, and people to see, just like her. My career has a dance teacher was growing and I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything get in my way. It was my life I wanted to save. It sounds pretty callous, but it always is when we look at ourselves. The abortion, I was told, promised to give me freedom but instead it held me captive. The nurse called it a procedure, as if I were having a mole removed. <br />
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We both sat there, making small talk, as she was waiting for the results. Within minutes the answer was clear. The test showed two lines, the test was positive. The room filled with a sort of awkwardness, as we both stared at the lines. That’s when I felt the familiar lump in my throat, and asks “How are you feeling?” The minute that rolled off my tongue I thought, “How are you feeling? You know exactly how she’s feeling. She is scared, confused and she has to make a decision on which life to save.”<br />
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<strong>Which life to save</strong>…. in the last 38 years every child that’s been born is a survivor. Every child that we see on the playground, in the mall or holding hands with a parent has been giving the opportunity to experience life. I know for some of you, abortion never crossed your mind but the fact is 50,000,000 babies have lost their lives to this question “Which life do I save?” <br />
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On January 22, we have an opportunity to speak out for the Sanctity of Human Life. I believe God wants us to speak the truth. The truth can be spoken with compassion and conviction. Jesus did, with the woman at the well. On Sunday, some churches will do all they can to bring awareness of how abortion has and is affecting us, while others will skim the surface hoping not to bring to much attention to a very controversial issue and I’m sad to say, there will even be churches that won’t mention <strong>“it”</strong> at all. <br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-75240469806984480902011-11-22T07:31:00.000-08:002011-11-22T07:31:52.739-08:00Adoption...are you kidding?A blank look appears on her face as her eyes focus on the two lines of her test, indicating that she’s pregnant. This wasn’t part of her life’s plan, well aleast not for today. She looked at me as if to say…<strong><em>what am I going to do?</em></strong> We talked about her options and that’s when I mention adoption. <br />
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She quickly responded …"No. I wouldn't do an adoption thing. If I'm going to carry this baby for 9 months, I'm not going to give it up! I don't want to have an abortion but I can’t have a baby, right now." <br />
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<strong>Baffling, isn't it?</strong> Yet, these words are proclaimed most of the time and I’m grateful, because it then opens a door for me to reply... "You're looking at someone whose birth mother decided to do the adoption thing and I’m grateful she let me live.” <br />
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<strong><em>My mother was just shy of 16 when she delivered me at our local hospital. She was alone and scared. She has told me many times that the young man, who was my dad, really loved her and wanted me; her parents, however, had forbidden him to have any contact with her. She also said that during her stay at the hospital, she heard him out in the hallway yelling “I want to see my baby girl. You can’t do this to me. She’s my daughter!” That was the last thing he said before he was escorted out of the hospital by the police officers. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Within a year of my birth, she met her future husband and became pregnant with my sister. The marriage didn’t last long. Like so many women, there she was… a single mother doing the best she knew how.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>But reality finally set in when I was about 2 years old and my sister was 6 months. She knew love wouldn’t feed us, put clothes on our backs or a roof over our heads. She had to do something, so she agreed to place us in the welfare of a couple. A couple who promised to raise us as their own and they did!</em></strong><br />
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I’ve never doubted her love or questioned how someone could do such a thing, my thought as always been…how could you not? <br />
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Of course, it was a hard decision for her to make, we’ve talked about it many times in person and over the phone. She frequently tells me… “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done but I wanted what was best for you, girls. I knew I couldn’t give you all the things you and your sister would need.” Everytime I hear those words, I tell her how thankful I am that she thought of us and I silently wispher "Thank you, LORD."<br />
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<a href=""><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-13009317829479449892011-09-12T06:09:00.000-07:002011-09-12T12:28:02.026-07:0040 Days for LifeAs we walked behind the pizza shop to get to the abortion clinic, I couldn't believe that Sydney, my daughter, wanted to participate in a prayer vigil to end abortion, known as <a href="http://40daysforlife.com/">40 Days for Life</a>. <br />
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When I had decided to join the very first campaign that was being held in Vestal in 2010, never in my wildest dream did I think that Sydney would be standing next to me. <br />
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<strong>Why would she? It was at this clinic where I had my abortion before she was born that made my heart turn to stone. </strong><br />
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It was over 20 years ago when I made the "decision" to trust my ways and not God's ways. At the time, I wasn't concern with the outcome. To be honest, I never thought that having an abortion would change anything except give ME the freedom to go on living MY LIFE. But I soon learned that taking one life didn't give me freedom, but caused my life to stand still, to be frozen at that very moment, when I walked out the door of the abortion clinic. <br />
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It took many tears and a humble heart to bring me to a place of allowing God to restore what Satan had set out to destroy. <br />
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So there we were, standing in a small area off to the side of the very clinic that claimed her brother's life. With our heads bowed, and our fingers locked together we prayed to Almighty God to change hearts and save not one life...but two.<br />
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Within moments, Sydney softly whispered in my ear... "Mom, this is awesome and sad all at the same time. Awesome because I can feel God's presence and sad because I know the outcome of the decision that is about to take place. I just want to run up to each of those girls and tell them that there's another way." As I lifted my head to respond, I saw my baby girl's eyes filled with tears. Silently, I thanked God for her tender heart and for restoring our relationship.<br />
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Starting September 28, 2011, a prayer vigil will be held in Vestal at the abortion clinic. This will be our second year joining <a href="http://40daysforlife.com/binghamton/">40 Days for Life</a> (locally) to pray for the end of abortion, this is a nationwide campaign. So, won't you consider praying at your local abortion clinic during these 40 days? <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>God will move the mountain, even if it's one stone at a time.</strong></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-70632855047787805622011-09-04T08:22:00.000-07:002011-09-04T10:11:09.197-07:00Done Wandering...Its been a long time, way too long some of you might say. While others might say, I didn't know that you were ever gone. Over the last year, I've walked through the wasteland several times, gone around the mountain more then once and have had a couple of pity parties. I'm sure some of my "friends" have wondered if I would ever be back and share " not mine but God's Story" ever again. <br />
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Well, today, I'm saying <strong>"YES!"</strong> I'm ready to put away the plastic plates, stale food and flat soda that has been apart of the on going pity party, where I've allowed satan to be the ONLY invited guest. I'm ready to let God use me through this blog once again,and share the many things that have happened in the last year. <br />
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Some stories will bring tears to your eyes, while others will place a song in your heart because of the work God is doing in lives around me. So, starting next week, I hope to share these events in the months to come. Yep, months...<strong>because I'm done ignoring God's voice and ready to get His Stories out!</strong><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-20754281910237968472010-07-29T06:24:00.000-07:002010-09-27T09:18:33.180-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjrztb6ddAg68WxY4JK_-XEL8H7I6lMtAmj_Tg_Eev30EoNvNToyAMWhGkugBhLThcCWfJ1UOeG8NzzFiW_rSlps5gFzX1Ra2D62RBGrwK4RxoPI24iwLIg9i3C6kuLKLXIhph5PY7bo0/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjrztb6ddAg68WxY4JK_-XEL8H7I6lMtAmj_Tg_Eev30EoNvNToyAMWhGkugBhLThcCWfJ1UOeG8NzzFiW_rSlps5gFzX1Ra2D62RBGrwK4RxoPI24iwLIg9i3C6kuLKLXIhph5PY7bo0/s200/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" width="200" /></a>My life is in a very dry place right now and I’m frustrated.<br />
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In January, I took over<b> “Changing One Heart for Many…”</b> and at the time I felt it was the right decision. I know it was the RIGHT decision! It’s been an honor to share about how lives and hearts have been changed by God’s truth. To have one’s heart that was once pro-abortion become pro-life can only mean one thing…<i><b>another baby gets to live and experience life as God has planned. </b></i><br />
But lately, I have felt very repetitive in my writing. It seems to be a great struggle for me to put my thoughts on paper (computer). When I first started this journey, the words came out like rushing water and I knew telling my story, their stories (God’s Story) was important and I believe it still is but for right now I need to stop and be still. <br />
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God has asked me to remove myself from blogging. I’m not sure what He has planned for me, but I do know He has a plan.<br />
<b>Thank you all for your faithfulness in praying with me and standing in the gap for the unborn! </b><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7125025729498347128"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-7639498221453044302010-07-13T07:01:00.000-07:002010-07-21T10:33:30.139-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa7Jpl2SajOwrxjBFjGmsA0Z0hzuLy4LBy1x_b3EjEy3lKCJYxfCl6_iSmz7KeSHs2wDRdZOVJmMTQamGMp9tUqixrw5JiE2M3RsvAXSh9lFbqowHTR3xkbzvv6ILMgccZKEIfM-aJoWw/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa7Jpl2SajOwrxjBFjGmsA0Z0hzuLy4LBy1x_b3EjEy3lKCJYxfCl6_iSmz7KeSHs2wDRdZOVJmMTQamGMp9tUqixrw5JiE2M3RsvAXSh9lFbqowHTR3xkbzvv6ILMgccZKEIfM-aJoWw/s200/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>If you’re visiting for the first time and you don’t know my story (God’s Story), you may want to check it on the left-hand side bar under “My Secret Sin.” I was one of those human beings who needed a heart change. If you have had an abortion, I want you to know you will find no condemnation here, but you will find Truth wrapped in grace and mercy. God has brought you here because He doesn’t want you to hurt and feel ashamed anymore, but what He does want from you is to trust Him with your pain. Will you do that? I hope so. If you need to talk or need prayer, click on ‘profile’ for email.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> </b></span> You might find it disheartening that when I was 11 weeks pregnant I chose to have an abortion, even after seeing my pre-born baby's heart beating at 6 weeks.<br />
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Like must women who have gone down that road, the road of abortion, I covered the choice I made with layers of excuses, hoping to never face the reality of the life I once carried inside me. For years, I ignored the whispering voice of our Creator, who tried to get me to look at the (heart) face of my child, wanting me to see that his life was just as important .<br />
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Christian, my child, tomorrow would've been your birthday. I would have been planning your 20th birthday dinner with the family. Oh, how I wish I had given you life instead of death. To let you live out the plans that God had already set in place for you as you were being formed in my womb. But I was too consumed by the lies around me and I believed this was best for both of us. My heart ached in silence for years over the choice I made and my very being longed to see you grow into the life God had planned for you. I would cry when no one was around, longing to go back before that day I walked into the clinic. Even though I’ve never seen your face nor heard your voice, you have always been apart of me.The voice I long to hear today, is the voice I silenced...I'm so very sorry. <br />
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For years I tried to avoid your memory but today I'm embracing it. I’m thankful that I wasn’t turned away when I came to God with this awful sin of abortion and repented. I remember the day I finally acknowledged your existence. It was then God gently removed the scales from my eyes, allowing me to see your precious face as He spoke these words to me<i> “Go ahead and hold him. I want you to see him the way I see him. You need to love him the way I love him…now hold him.”</i><br />
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<b>For the first time Christian, I held you in my heart and it felt so wonderful. So perfect. </b><br />
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<blockquote><b>I John 3:19-20 This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.</b></blockquote>Father God,<br />
I pray for the those who still see the abortion instead of the child(ren) and that their eyes will be opened so they can live in the forgiveness You long for them to have. Father, we ask for hearts to be changed, to see the destruction that is taking place in our nation. <br />
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Holy Spirit, we know it is Your presence that will bring those who are hiding to the saving grace of Jesus Christ. Please see that our hearts long for the day when we will embrace our children and not destroy them.<br />
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O Lord, look among your people see those who are faithful to this calling and bless them.<br />
In the Mighty Name of Jesus, Amen!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-48844497807781325632010-06-26T08:14:00.000-07:002010-06-26T08:44:54.614-07:00Inspiration 365 Days a Year | Inspriation 365 Day a Year Movie<a href="http://inspiration365movie.com/">Inspiration 365 Days a Year | Inspriation 365 Day a Year Movie</a><br />
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Reading these quotes, reminded me of my mother's wisdom as she lead me down the road called "Life." (smile)<br />
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Mom would say:<br />
"If the farmer can get the milk free from the cow, he isn't gonna buy it!"<br />
"Well honey, if their talking about you, then they're leaving everyone else alone."<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7125025729498347128&postID=4884449780778132563"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-51216803031484390602010-06-21T16:01:00.000-07:002010-06-27T10:18:13.904-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...wk 23<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmN4eAKEOI1UFbhiUCjEDPXmwdcoi3CpXBRtMzLPoDL66svMKrwj7fXLxZl2CFtUSlnfRz_O9WcaAiXWPh37CAa09xXv4cta6CMKZLH_7ld4gyRYxIM8GL69aZxr4-6JVdXItfAiKsty33/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmN4eAKEOI1UFbhiUCjEDPXmwdcoi3CpXBRtMzLPoDL66svMKrwj7fXLxZl2CFtUSlnfRz_O9WcaAiXWPh37CAa09xXv4cta6CMKZLH_7ld4gyRYxIM8GL69aZxr4-6JVdXItfAiKsty33/s320/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>If you’re visiting for the first time and you don’t know my story (God’s Story), you may want to check it on the left-hand side bar under “My Secret Sin.” I was one of those human beings who needed a heart change. If you have had an abortion, I want you to know you will find no condemnation here, but you will find Truth wrapped in grace and mercy. God has brought you here because He doesn’t want you to hurt and feel ashamed anymore, but what He does want from you is to trust Him with your pain. Will you do that? I hope so. If you need to talk or need prayer, click on ‘profile’ for email.</b></span><br />
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I can’t seem to get Father’s Day out of my mind, even though the official celebration is over. I keep thinking about the young man (I shared in post <a href="http://notminebutgodsstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/changing-one-heart-for-manywk-14.html">wk 14 and 15)</a> who faced an unplanned pregnancy, then made the decision to support his girlfriend with the choice to have an abortion. Repeatedly, since yesterday, the question has been <b><i>“What was he feelings on Father’s Day?”</i></b><br />
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My mind filled with thoughts, as I sat in church on Father’s Day of how many men were sitting in the pews with this<b> “secret sin.” </b>Questions kept popping up in my little brain like.... Do they feel the same lost as the woman who physical carried the child, then went through with the abortion? Do they think about the child's birth date? Maybe they too wonder if the child would have looked like them. Could they be thinking, what it would’ve sounded like to hear “Daddy, I love you.”<br />
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That's when I thought about young man, who would be anticipating the birth of his child, if he had only trusted God. I wanted to call him on the phone to see how he was doing. To ask those very questions that earlier in the day had been swimming around in my head. But I couldn’t… so I prayed. <br />
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Father God,<br />
I know that nothing goes unseen; You see it all. You see the hearts of so many whom everyday chooses to hide from You. Lord, I wish that I could request, on behalf of this young man, for You to forgive him of this sin, but I can’t, only he can.<br />
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So, Lord, I pray for his heart to soften along with anyone else who has been touched by abortion, so they will know of the amazing Grace and Mercy that awaits them. I ask for this one heart to be changed… In Jesus Precious Name, Amen!<br />
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Here a video of one heart that has been changed who spoke out for the <a href="http://www.silentnomoreawareness.org/resources/">Silent No More</a> <br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7125025729498347128"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-67380651081431285272010-06-07T11:19:00.000-07:002010-06-07T11:27:15.561-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...wk 21<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCxmDtoLMIKU3vIxP3LPEhkvDdGe0wDUkqd7AJ8e8RZ4XLE0KbBopw6eFuF8Hb38xbqzFfP86d1BuPZeiDbgkdXOFo3tX25Q5eiAAUZvZHy03sYh1ryQqYAfeE5BFQOGiMsJkdABr6AmO/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCxmDtoLMIKU3vIxP3LPEhkvDdGe0wDUkqd7AJ8e8RZ4XLE0KbBopw6eFuF8Hb38xbqzFfP86d1BuPZeiDbgkdXOFo3tX25Q5eiAAUZvZHy03sYh1ryQqYAfeE5BFQOGiMsJkdABr6AmO/s200/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> If you’re visiting for the first time and you don’t know my story (God’s Story), you may want to check it on the left-hand side bar under “My Secret Sin.” I was one of those human beings who needed a heart change. If you have had an abortion, I want you to know you will find no condemnation here, but you will find Truth wrapped in grace and mercy. God has brought you here because He doesn’t want you to hurt and feel ashamed anymore, but what He does want from you is to trust Him with your pain. Will you do that? I hope so. If you need to talk or need prayer, click on ‘profile’ for email.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> </b></span><b>Atonement- Reconciliation or an instance of reconciliation between God and humans. </b><br />
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“I shouldn’t be thinking this, but I want to have another baby. There's an emptiness that I'm feeling and another baby would fill it” she said with questionable voice. Immediately the thoughts of desiring to make up for what I had done came rushing back to me. I, too, made the choice to end my child’s life by having an abortion and within a year I wanted so desperately to undone my selfish act. Like the young lady, who was sitting across from me, having another baby made sense? <i>Didn’t it? </i><br />
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The above conversation is not uncommon; as a matter of fact it is quite common. There is much regret after having an abortion. That is, once the feeling of relief has left and guilt takes its place, all you can think about is… how I can make it right. <br />
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The day that I conceived my daughter was to be my day of atonement with God. Our daughter was planned, at least I planned her. By having this baby, it was going to take the place of my aborted child. I wanted to show God that I was worthy of His love. I was going to show Him that I was truly sorry for placing my life before the child's life, and by having another baby, it would the ultimate sacrifice to receiving God’s forgiveness. <br />
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But within a year, I started to withdraw from her and my relationship with my daughter, Sydney, became estranged. I wanted to love her but couldn’t. Oh, I was a great pretender around other mothers. One minute, I would smother her with kisses and the next minute I was telling her how much of a burden she had become. Feelings of guilt and angry swirled around her for the next thirteen years of her life. <br />
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Soon I realized that I wasn’t the only one with these feelings and that I couldn’t do ANYTHING to earn God’s forgiveness! His forgiveness was free! God sent his Son to die for my sins (our sins), all of them,and all I needed was to confess, receive God's forgiveness and believe in His Son.<br />
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His Son was the Atonement for my sins... not my child.<br />
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<b>Romans 4:7-8 “Blessed are they </b><br />
<b> whose transgressions are forgiven, </b><br />
<b> whose sins are covered. </b><br />
<b> Blessed is the man </b><br />
<b> whose sin the Lord will never count against him."</b></blockquote><br />
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Today, my relationship with my daughter has been restored and I’m so blessed to be her mother. She is growing into a beautiful young woman inside and out. I can’t explain why Sydney holds no animosity towards me. <br />
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She once explained to a newspaper reporter (who was writing about the abortion) her thoughts about our relationship. When asked if she understood why her mother acted this way towards her, her reply was “All I knew was that my mommy did love me and I loved her. She just didn’t know how to show me, until she could love herself.”<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2eId_wn9LA_d2UKpMokuAj4cRB_s5jD7JmJvOuc8N6VmsBjHj2G1SJZlVk24oSqXgs-IMRTGktdJs6Qm5HfzHXqGVxxZoaTI7P8Y5qqheI1ZOAUaWvt2US_49DEEjxTOFP9KLbh-mXDa/s1600/Sydnee_Lonnelle_Is_Fruggin_Hilarious_024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2eId_wn9LA_d2UKpMokuAj4cRB_s5jD7JmJvOuc8N6VmsBjHj2G1SJZlVk24oSqXgs-IMRTGktdJs6Qm5HfzHXqGVxxZoaTI7P8Y5qqheI1ZOAUaWvt2US_49DEEjxTOFP9KLbh-mXDa/s200/Sydnee_Lonnelle_Is_Fruggin_Hilarious_024.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><b>Father, my heart can't even express how thankful I am for Your love that filled my child's heart, when I couldn't.</b> <br />
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Father God,<br />
Thank you for Your love that continues to flow through us, even when we don't know how to love. Thank you for never leaving us during our times of rebellion and I ask for the Holy Spirit to stir the hearts of those who are still hiding from You. I pray that they will hear Your whispering words..."Where are you, my child?" In Jesus name...Amen!<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7125025729498347128"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-50924262137617789252010-05-24T03:42:00.000-07:002010-05-24T03:44:07.454-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...wk 19<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dpfHFXrIh5SWhyphenhyphenljAm1bCgfQ_Jkb3ZtsCYuI5Q_MZ2upJ_eSlR6WWEyP0xJ46Fnl_ayti_StneqiQH6Z1cqRFvHga3jhvOnCXu-iQJKrlrZRh_vxhNexq7UQcdS04JdNhJZdOTGcdsyA/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dpfHFXrIh5SWhyphenhyphenljAm1bCgfQ_Jkb3ZtsCYuI5Q_MZ2upJ_eSlR6WWEyP0xJ46Fnl_ayti_StneqiQH6Z1cqRFvHga3jhvOnCXu-iQJKrlrZRh_vxhNexq7UQcdS04JdNhJZdOTGcdsyA/s200/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" width="200" /></a> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>If you’re visiting for the first time and you don’t know my story (God’s Story), you may want to check it on the left-hand side bar under “My Secret Sin.” I was one of those human beings who needed a heart change. If you have had an abortion, I want you to know you will find no condemnation here, but you will find Truth wrapped in grace and mercy. God has brought you here because He doesn’t want you to hurt and feel ashamed anymore, but what He does want from you is to trust Him with your pain. Will you do that? I hope so. If you need to talk or need prayer, click on ‘profile’ for email.</b></span><br />
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I’m not much of a novel reader. Actually, it takes a great storyteller to draw me in and<b style="background-color: white; color: black;"> </b><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">Francine Rivers </span>did just that with<b> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Atonement-Child-Francine-Rivers/dp/084230052X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274658059&sr=1-6">The Atonement Child</a>.</b><br />
The storyline is on a <span style="background-color: white;"></span>subject that is very close to my heart, a subject that is so controversial…abortion. <br />
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With every page that was turned, the lives of the characters drew me in...I couldn’t put this book down! The writer takes the issue of abortion and shows us how many lives are touched by this so called <b>“choice.”</b> If you're looking for a good (great) book to read during your lazy days this summer...this one is it! <br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3MisU0YYfEcYupQWjyL6eVXRA2K8Wz6if2qZnrDg1DpJV11OEpo1EubRC6PZmsMiKelEbmQyFgb37WcHK5PdaVR2hyW3pOKSfm8yrX0PDuvksAlwaAerDOFLlM5KMJgh9a7Bty4VWIEF/s1600/atonement.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3MisU0YYfEcYupQWjyL6eVXRA2K8Wz6if2qZnrDg1DpJV11OEpo1EubRC6PZmsMiKelEbmQyFgb37WcHK5PdaVR2hyW3pOKSfm8yrX0PDuvksAlwaAerDOFLlM5KMJgh9a7Bty4VWIEF/s200/atonement.jpg" width="133" /></a><b>Here's the review from Amazon: "In one terrifying moment, Dynah Carey's perfect life is shattered by rape, her future irrevocably altered by an unwanted pregnancy, and her doting family torn apart. Her seemingly rock-solid faith is pushed to the limits as she faces the most momentous choice of her life--to embrace or to end the untimely life within her."</b></div><br />
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Father God,<br />
I want to give You thanks today, for always being there to listen when we call upon Your name. Thank you for the changed hearts who heard Your whisper to trust You with their pregnancy. Thank you for the lives that now give glory to Your name because of the "choice" their mothers made to give them life!<br />
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Father, I pray that You'll bring comfort and renewal to those who did not trust You with their pregnancy. I ask, that their hearts will know how much You love them and that they will hear You say... "<b>come home my child</b>, <b>I never stopped loving you."</b> In Jesus name...Amen!<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7125025729498347128" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-85669373771783669792010-05-10T09:00:00.000-07:002010-05-19T02:46:52.190-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...wk17<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzBG6vi2enIRbPByBXnG9seE1alqwC30jAN1b2f3Gn6Kt-VdQ6j2cEF3kFJg1OwXIDfSYSE8KMoXXktqVSd8P3mXsTpBfDxzm3onzwZogN9SvtbVgetSzMtoRWwggb5xXFDOJEq_l1vnn/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzBG6vi2enIRbPByBXnG9seE1alqwC30jAN1b2f3Gn6Kt-VdQ6j2cEF3kFJg1OwXIDfSYSE8KMoXXktqVSd8P3mXsTpBfDxzm3onzwZogN9SvtbVgetSzMtoRWwggb5xXFDOJEq_l1vnn/s320/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> If you’re visiting for the first time and you don’t know my story (God’s Story), you may want to check it on the left-hand side bar under “My Secret Sin.” I was one of those human beings who needed a heart change. If you have had an abortion, I want you to know you will find no condemnation here, but you will find Truth wrapped in grace and mercy. God has brought you here because He doesn’t want you to hurt and feel ashamed anymore, but what He does want from you is to trust Him with your pain. Will you do that? I hope so. If you need to talk or need prayer, click on ‘profile’ for email.</b></span><br />
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Hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day, I know for some that it can be difficult. Just a few weeks ago, I had someone say that because of their abortion, Mother's Day is a sad time for her. I totally understand, any loss of a child is difficult.<br />
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A lot has been going on; as I'm sure your life is pretty busy too. You would think with all the technology, we'd have a lot of free time (like the Jetsons, now I'm dating myself) but this doesn't seem to be true.<br />
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Well, God has brought several women in my life, who I will be meeting with weekly as they go though the abortion recovery bible study. Our ministry <b>Beyond the Choice</b> at the CPC has some plans in the works to get out into the community to make the post abortion issue more visible. I'm also teaching a women's class at church <b>'Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl' </b>which<b> </b>has taken off strong. Oh, let me not forgot the most important part of my life...time with God and family.<br />
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I've decided that I need to put things in the right order. So, I'll only be posting every two weeks the <b>Changing One Heart for Many</b>. I'm sure you've noticed in the last couple of weeks I've been late, and that has bothered me. When I do God's work, I want to do it well!<br />
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May I ask from time to time that you would send up a prayer for me and this ministry? Thank you.<br />
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Here's a movie that I pray will get out into the theaters, but as you will read, satan is already on the move. Let's reminder to pray for the will of God to done and for Truth to prevail!<br />
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New York, NY <b>(LifeNews.com) </b>-- The premier of the movie "Blood Money," which exposes the abortion industry, has been canceled after the theater was threatened by abortion advocates. Roman Jaquez, an independent film maker and artist produced the documentary -- which contains interviews of whistle-blowing former employees of abortion centers. Read the full article<b> <a href="http://www.lifenews.com/state5080.html">here</a>.</b><br />
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President Obama has nominated<b><a href="http://www.sba-list.org/site/apps/nlnet/content.aspx?c=ddJBKJNsFqG&b=4186739&ct=8383551&notoc=1"> Elena Kagan </a></b>to replace Justice Stevens on the Supreme Court. <br />
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Matthew 6:10 Your kingdom come.<br />
Your will be done<br />
On earth as it is in heaven.<br />
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Father God,<br />
Life seems to be spinning out of control to all of us, yet <b>NOTHING</b> surprises You. Lord, we know that You are God and we are not, so we come to You seeking Your will to be done. Even when things seem so hopeless, we will speak with our mouths the hope that You have given us through Your son, Jesus Christ. Amen!<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7125025729498347128&postID=8566937377178366979"><img alt="Tammy" border="0" src="http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr171/forhimru2/nmbgs_signature16.png" /></a>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204911845335416211noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125025729498347128.post-27574242992274093762010-05-04T04:01:00.000-07:002010-05-05T03:44:48.061-07:00Changing One Heart for Many...wk16<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgha4cF8yOMDGpzfDPml8eaTZ5rowanhUQmx0OgYAjBQpRIcvd2yK1cYq-WcFgXB0CRam324tzWOLjHmzfSkpmCaGjjxOod-zuq1BEP_v5_WJMMB94kCuuxANHZjnCZZHiqEOH0wn1HhF9Z/s1600/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgha4cF8yOMDGpzfDPml8eaTZ5rowanhUQmx0OgYAjBQpRIcvd2yK1cYq-WcFgXB0CRam324tzWOLjHmzfSkpmCaGjjxOod-zuq1BEP_v5_WJMMB94kCuuxANHZjnCZZHiqEOH0wn1HhF9Z/s320/Grab-ButtonChanging2.png" /></a>Last week was incredible. I had the opportunity, actually three opportunities, to share God’s amazing grace. <br />
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When giving my testimony, it’s bittersweet when I think of my child, Christian, who lost his life through abortion. My choice stopped his heartbeat. The unplanned pregnancy had blocked his precious face. My disobedience pushed the truth of God far from my heart. Yet, God didn’t give up on me. He sent His words to change my heart and someone’s testimony to see His unfailing love.<br />
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That’s why I do what I do, not for me, but for someone who might be sitting out in the audience, thinking they are the only one with this secret sin.<br />
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As I scan the faces that are staring back at me, my eyes meet hers and she knows this message is finding a place in her heart, which she has guarded for many years. <b>It’s a message of forgiveness. </b>Its time that she too experiences the freedom that comes from trusting God and the freedom to wonder if her baby would have had…her eyes.<br />
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<blockquote><b>Revelation 12:11 </b><br />
<b>And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb</b><br />
<b> and by their testimony.</b><br />
<b> And they did not love their lives so much</b><br />
<b> that they were afraid to die.</b></blockquote>LORD,<br />
You are Worthy of all Praise and Honor. So, we lifted our eyes and we lift our hands to praise You. It seems like this a battle to save the lives of the unborn is becoming harder and harder. We praying for great favor to those who will stand in the gap for the unborn. There were those who once lost but are now living in Your Truth, we ask that they would have the courage to give their testimony on how Great You are! Give us wise and strength to oppose the enemy.<br />
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Jesus, You alone give hope to hopeless. Oh Lord, draw nearer to the women who are contemplating an abortion and restore those who have been affected by an abortion(s). In Jesus Mighty Name...Amen!<br />
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