tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508840319349981832024-02-07T13:16:15.936-05:00Because life is like a bowl of marbles...Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.comBlogger580125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-8060682187019992032012-10-23T13:19:00.000-04:002016-11-30T15:05:44.757-05:00Abide= Stay, Stand, Dwell, Remain The word <i>Abide</i> is not the top trending hash-tag on twitter this week. In fact in 2012 it goes against our very nature. We hit a bump in our road- we pack our bags. Someone was not kind to us- we look for a new church. Our friend had their phone off for family time- we tag them as a deserter. We go to a time of "Prayer" but quickly leave when we hear a ding on our phone because someone "liked" our Facebook status. We need a refresher of what it means to abide in His presence.<br />
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To abide is to stay, stand, dwell, and remain. Abiding means staying the course. It is what he desperately wants in our relationship with him. He longs to be involved in every aspect of our life. John 15:4-5, 16 explains it clearly to us:<br />
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He stands with us- he waits for us to turn to him. When we die out to self we know that there is nothing about us that is not formed, shaped, or fashioned without God. Anything that is half way acceptable about our lives just comes from the fact that we are abiding in him. <br />
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I have been reminded this week of a hero of the faith who loved to linger with Jesus. In "Heroes" Harold Sala tells the story of David Livingstone- who faced great loneliness as a Missionary in Africa after his wife Mary died. After 16 years in Africa he returned to speak at the University of Glasgow. One of his arms could not be used due to a lion attack, his body was useless due to 27 bouts with malaria. His face was weathered. A hush crept over the students as he said the following" Shall I tell you what sustained me amidst the trials and hardships and loneliness of my exiled life? It was a promise, the promise of a gentleman of the most sacred honor; it was this promise, 'Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.'" At his death, his body was found bent in prayer-kneeling at his bed. His bible was open to Matthew 28. In the margin was a note" "The word of a Gentleman."<br />
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God has all resources. As we abide in Jesus, He pours Himself into us. From there we have a spring that we can bless those near and far.<br />
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When we abide in Christ- his word, in prayer, in time alone with him- our lives can't help but be changed. <br />
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Be obedient to whatever need God puts before you today and fully commit to helping that person in need. How long has it been since you have just sat quiet in his presence? He waits for you today to abide with him. <br />
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They have slapped me in the face this morning. A L I V E.</div>
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The enemy would like to tell us that we are ordinary- nothing special- just the run of the mill. He would lead you to believe that you would be the last chosen in the kickball game of life and would get quietly shoved to the "water boy" stand </div>
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I hate to infringe upon the negativity that has seeped into your brain - but do want to tell you this- you are alive in Christ. "Death" had your name on it's steno pad, your mobile number, followed your twitter updates, had a friend request into you on Facebook- but your redeemer Jesus stepped in and paid your price.</div>
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You ARE chosen.</div>
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You ARE his redeemed</div>
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You are his first choice</div>
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You always catch his eye when you speak HIS name.</div>
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<em><strong><em><strong>Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. </strong></em></strong></em></div>
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<em><strong><em><strong>Set God-sized goals. </strong></em></strong></em></div>
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<em><strong><em><strong>Pursue God-ordained passions.- Mark Batterson</strong></em></strong></em></div>
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Don't doubt yourself today. The creator of the universe is in love with you. </div>
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You are ALIVE in Christ.<em><strong><em><strong><i><b> </b></i></strong></em></strong></em></div>
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<b>Like how proud I am of both of my girls at how great they did at school this year.</b><br />
<strike>Like how I am a flop at keeping up with this blog and many other things</strike><br />
<b>Like how proud I am of so many MKs and personal friends that are standing strong in adversity.</b><br />
<strike>Like how I am a flop at keeping up with this blog and many other things</strike><br />
<b>Like how grateful I am to have a husband who loves me and provides for my family.</b><br />
<strike>Like how I am a flop at keeping up with this blog and many other things</strike><br />
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For every grateful moment- I seem to have another teeth snarling monster named guilt that tries to tear the fragile skin off of my daily gifts and triumphs. I have decided to put a stop to these monsters. To cut them off. To squelch the very life from them. <br />
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How do I do that? Well without compromise I have to be in God's word and prayer daily- Next- <br />
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Exhale-<br />
Remain Thankful to GOD for his good daily gifts-<br />
Give myself a break-<br />
Take time daily to encourage someone with a note or card or text or call- <br />
Remind myself about the great things that I AM getting done-<br />
Give myself a "get out of guilt" free card (similar to the one seen on Monopoly)-<br />
Know that each day I am getting things done and make a difference in someones life-<br />
Know that while I am not changing the world for the masses I can touch one life at a time-<br />
STOP carrying the burdens of others for them. Stop, Pray for them- leave it in God's hands-<br />
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Love you bloggy buddies and hope you are about to enter into the most rewarding, God Centered month of your life- June is right around the corner!<br />
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I <i>am blessed</i> today because <b>I believe: </b></div>
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<li>That my house is going to clean itself.</li>
<li>That my groceries are going to appear in my cupboard and auto-organize themselves in alphabetical order.</li>
<li>That my <strike>co-worker</strike> dog is going to clean up her own potty.</li>
<li>That my desk is going to explode and the particles will re-adhere and suddenly everything will be in it's place. </li>
<li>That all of the work I have to do this weekend will be completed with the flash of a wand.</li>
<li>That the 67 emails in my in-box will be answered.</li>
<li>That the 4 voice-mails will handle themselves.</li>
<li>That my girls will never desire to leave home or marry- they will want to live with their Momma and tell her how amazing she is daily.</li>
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It's fun daydreaming isn't it? I can sit here in la-la land all day long and believe whatever I want- but alas my Grandmother and Mother taught me better. "But faith without works is death." James 2:26 Another great one my Grandmother and Mother passed along was - "Whatever your hands find to do- do it with all your might." Ecc. 9:10 </div>
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So even though I have paused to look at look at pretty pictures and imagine my work away- I am still responsible to get up off my fluffy bottom and do it. A while ago a friend called me to come to her home. She needed to "talk". I went to I went to her home. When I arrived I was met by mounds of dirty dishes in her sink on her counter tops. Now let me insert here- I am not-a-judging as my house is like this a lot! She told me- I have been praying that God would give me the desire and strength to clean this up- but it just hasn't happened yet. The bad news about that day was that I had not stopped to attach my "Sweet Mouth Filter". I quickly said, "Sometimes the Lord gives us the common sense to know we have to get up and clean our house before our friends- the rodents and insects take over." I think this caught both of us off guard. One of those- Did those words just fly out of my mouth things. </div>
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Every once in a while I get a good reminder from the Lord that there is a time and season for everything. Right now it not the time for day-dreaming it is a time for taking up the reigns of the battles I am facing and pray them through. WITH GOD nothing is impossible. I believe that GOD is able. I am going to have the victory. (jumping off my little platform- as I was just -a - preaching- to-myself- there) </div>
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Have a blessed weekend. I don't stop enough to say thank for stopping by this little blog. You all are amazing and I thank you for each comment, note, and email!</div>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-13984109340743204062012-05-02T17:14:00.000-04:002012-05-02T17:16:56.808-04:007 minutes, 3 conversations, and a tongue licking kleenexI ran into Walmart today to get graduation cards and Fabuloso. I know you all have always wondered how I look so great- and now you know my secret. Fabuloso! Okay gullible and confused friend (all one of you) it is really a cleaning product- not a magic face-lift potion! <br />
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Within 7 minutes of being there I heard:<br />
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1. Woman calling someone to ask if Susie (not her real name) had gotten a hold of him as her boyfriend Fred (not his real name) needed $100.00 to pay the bondsman to get Fred out of jail. I thought about telling her to drop her phone- run to the back of the store- buy a game of monopoly - grab the "Get out jail free" card- and she would be all set. But alas I was not sure if she had played the game of monopoly before. I have had one too many jokes crash that way. <br />
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2. Woman standing by entrance of Walmart cleaning her husbands eyes out with a Kleenex she had just licked. (Yes this is too gross to even be made up). She told him - you have got to start waking up before 2 PM. Too many things to say on this one. I will move on. <br />
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3. Man and women in cleaning aisle talking about shower cleaners. He stops and looks at her and loudly says to her- Stop passing gas in Walmart. Yep he went there. I did not. I turned my card and headed in the clean-air portion of the store.<br />
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Happy Wednesday friends.Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-21352010584549842952012-05-01T16:20:00.000-04:002012-05-01T16:20:07.781-04:00I think I have a tumor- no wait- it's just a hole in my spanx.Have you ever had a hole in your "Spanx" and suddenly thought you had a tumor? You instantly think- who is my husband going to marry when I die? Who will tell the girls that they can't marry someone unless they are a true worshiper? Who will tell them they can't leave the house until their entire outfit is ironed? You have your pastor and prayer warrior friends on speed dial and look down and realize. Oh - hold on - that is just a rip in my "Spanx". I am okay.<br />
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Then you have a second situation on hand- you soon realize you can't get that <strike>fat</strike> skin back under the "Spanx" either. That is like trying to open a tube of biscuits and deciding you don't want them for dinner. Too late. Not going to be getting all of the dough back in that tube any time soon sista. It would be easier to shove your days worth of toothpaste back in and not smile all day. <br />
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All of this is equal to taking back words that were too quickly spoken. We all need to make a pack that when our filter is off - we just don't speak to each other.<br />
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Can you imagine going to church on a day when you don't have a conversation filter? How are you today Cylinda? In your head you want to say I was doing a lot better until you and your 7 coffee breathed, germ rubbing children started climbing on me. But since you agreed not to talk without your filter on- you just smile and say "Good Morning- doing great- basking in the presence of the Lord today."<br />
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Today is one of those days where I am tired and I know that my filter is not 100% so I am sitting at home knitting prayer shawls and praying for hours on end. Who am I kidding?I don't know the first thing about knitting. I am taking less calls and trying to read the word more. I am trying to guard my heart, tongue, and mind with all diligence. I do pray that my "Spanx" will stay together until the day is done.<br />
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This blog was not paid for by "Spanx" or it's sister companies. By the way why do we have to be all dignified now and say "Spanx"? Grandma Eikamp just called it a girdle! <br />
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"Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies." (<span class="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1335903574_0">Psalm</span> 34:13)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I prayed for you today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know all that you are going through...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But I do know a lot of about the process</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Every person's timing is different</span><br />
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<a href="http://girlwiththedancingarmsandlegs.blogspot.com/">http://girlwiththedancingarmsandlegs.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Love you all-CCylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-42398226185443281412012-03-21T21:35:00.000-04:002012-03-21T21:35:09.121-04:00We are in this thing together....<div class="ImgLink" id="PinImageHolder"> <a data-id="71846556525132583" href="http://media-cache.pinterest.com/upload/54535845457420584_P3Sc1eqV.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img alt="Pinned Image" height="266" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cache2.pinterest.com/upload/54535845457420584_P3Sc1eqV_c.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="ImgLink" id="PinImageHolder"> </div>"Lily, a Great Dane lost his eyesight due to a rare disease. He became disheartened until he met Madison. They have been together for 5 years and Madison guides Lily by the leash and touches him to make sure he doesn't stumble over anything."<br />
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Whose life are you touching today? We are in this thing together! Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-85382360812969132362012-03-01T10:02:00.000-05:002012-03-01T10:02:21.261-05:00Vinegar, Razorblades, Goo be Gone, and the Bees!I am shocked you are still here. The lack of updates on this blog is appalling. I for one am not going to stand for it (that is what is really in your mind- so I said it for you).<br />
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What has been going on?? Well moving. We are all moved into our home and the boxes - the boxes are out! I have been hanging up pictures in the night. Yep - I give myself these unrealistic goals and then have to stay up until 2:30 AM to complete them.<br />
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I also have been doing a lot of cleaning. The mirrors in this house have a strange white film all over them. I have used Windex, Windex, and more Windex. The film returns. So for some reason my brain opened up the file cabinet the housed strange smells of my past and I recalled my Grandma Eikamp using vinegar on mirrors and windows. I headed off to the closest store- got a container of vinegar that barely fit into my cart... and headed home.<br />
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I started in the girls bathroom and used straight vinegar right on the mirror. I about passed out at the smell. After coming out of the "I have just been pickled fog" I noticed that when it dried- the film was gone. I was so excited I could not stop myself from attacking more mirrors. Then the obsession began. Mirrors were no longer enough when there were windows to attack. Windows, however, called for more supplies- Razor blades (paint on windows), Goo Be Gone (tape on windows), and a new role of paper towel was needed.<br />
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Let me preface this by stating I have <strike>nosy neighbors</strike> interested in my life neighbors. I have caught them many of time peeking through the blinds at me. So this was going to be prime time entertainment for them with all of these supplies in hand.<br />
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Just as I started my wonderful job a bee discovered all of my strange smells. The horrible brine smell of the vinegar, the sweet smell of Goo be gone, and my <strike>windsong</strike> daughters perfume I had sprayed on for good measure. Well anyone with half of a brain knows that when a bee comes by sniffing you have to put on a good show for it. I screamed, ran in a circle, threw all of my supplies in the air, and took out my pony tail holder just for the sake of- hmm not really sure why. At this point the neighbors were probably getting snacks and drinks and moving chairs over to the window. We have a crazy folks. I am so glad they moved in.<br />
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I tried to regain composure and remind myself that only 10% of your worries ever happen. It was now "rush hour" in the neighborhood. I needed to quickly pick up my scattered supplies and make dinner. The trick was to not look like the "Bottoms UP" lawn ornament and graciously pick up my things quickly. The lovely bee would not leave me alone. I somehow was calm enough to find the razor blade in the mulch. Isn't that in the Bible? It is easier for you to find a razor blade in the mulch then a rich man to enter the kingdom? No? Sorry- that is the needle and camel one.<br />
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As I made it safely into the kitchen I set my supplies down and suddenly had the urge to lick my arms just to see if they tasted like dill pickle chips- but stopped short. My windows were open and how could I ever explain licking my arms at the next neighborhood watch meeting?<br />
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Thought to ponder- Am I equally concerned about keeping the hidden things in my heart clean and fog free before the Lord?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-6775">Psalm 139: 23-24</sup> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Investigate my life, O God, <br />
find out everything about me; <br />
Cross-examine and test me, <br />
get a clear picture of what I'm about; <br />
See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong— <br />
then guide me on the road to eternal life. </div>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-55024676270968464782012-02-10T12:03:00.000-05:002012-02-10T12:03:13.252-05:00So Much Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfluqo0hLtFJOTM9u_Rj08shEi8lIHEh2K1kSbIQGXhg8PGClEWYPWWQlZwBtkpfv9EmZ-2f2jUytBtfMULpla8-fONC8HTPcUcQuAu6xnCKNnKRlJhkULwwc-T9DsN3MYGn8xG5Sfbc/s1600/Blog+God.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfluqo0hLtFJOTM9u_Rj08shEi8lIHEh2K1kSbIQGXhg8PGClEWYPWWQlZwBtkpfv9EmZ-2f2jUytBtfMULpla8-fONC8HTPcUcQuAu6xnCKNnKRlJhkULwwc-T9DsN3MYGn8xG5Sfbc/s400/Blog+God.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
During prayer today the Lord convicted me of how much time we waste in self promotion and making sure everyone knows who did what. Why can't we just do what he has called us to? He is the one that deserves the glory. Promotion comes from the Lord- not man. <br />
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Those are easy words to type but oh to hard to live. What we don't realize is that when we feel that we constantly have to self promote or justify or announce all that we have done- we are really taking on a heavier yoke. HE says- my yoke is easy and my burden light. <br />
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When we break free of self promotion and enjoy the daily journey with Christ- he has a way of opening up the right doors for us. Joseph did not have a twitter account and somehow managed to get from prison to the palace with just the Lord as his promotional director. Rest in Him. He has called you. He has chosen you and he will promote you. Everything you do gets noticed by him. Don't look to the left or to the right at others. Stop comparing yourself. YOU are exactly the person he is going to use today!Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-75880770281403456002012-01-26T12:53:00.001-05:002012-01-26T12:56:28.930-05:00We have moved ...... but just right down the road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsveedpYdg7sgH_na5AacGvBBNnXFBv2_MG-D1fm2_DWH31rpFjQA6TmWDL8M9djBKKgLM_QmYsc3A-sBW6tx5KENQ7bSHNGmPARqSJRnWtMA089Ed7jjiv_RDlas0ZZ-4NSB0bSkcIHo/s1600/shiloh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsveedpYdg7sgH_na5AacGvBBNnXFBv2_MG-D1fm2_DWH31rpFjQA6TmWDL8M9djBKKgLM_QmYsc3A-sBW6tx5KENQ7bSHNGmPARqSJRnWtMA089Ed7jjiv_RDlas0ZZ-4NSB0bSkcIHo/s400/shiloh.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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So- this is going to be a short post- due to the fact that I am buried in boxes- but wanted to let you all know we moved this week. As I type on my little lap I am tired, thankful, tired, feeling blessed, and well.... tired. <br />
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Will post pictures later. Right now all you would see are Home Depot boxes- and if you really want to see those you could run out to your friendly Home Depot yourself! <br />
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Love you bloggy buddies!Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-31063425359460956532012-01-10T17:50:00.003-05:002012-01-10T17:53:12.264-05:00Sweet SoundsThis is the first time this baby hears his Mom's voice. How sweet when we know the voice of our heavenly father. Happy Tuesday<br />
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2. Thank you notes from Christmas. They have been written but don't add stamps to themselves do they?<br />
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3. Packing. We close on a house in one week and I don't have one box packed- yet what am I doing to avoid it at the current moment? Blogging. Do you feel the love? Emma however has packed 9 boxes and keeps reminding me that I need to step it up! <br />
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4. My list of goals for the year- I try to make a list every year. Has not happened yet. I guess on the bright side- my short term goals could be to complete this list. <br />
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5. Laundry- Wow the only person that I know in the universe that has their laundry always done is my sister-in-law. But she also has other super hero qualities.<br />
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6. Paint colors picked out- while I am at BOTT my amazing husband offered to paint some of the rooms of the glowing white home. Help - I am thinking of doing the same colors I picked out for our home in NC- but that is so five years ago- literally.<br />
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7. Organized my Q-tips in alphabetical order. Project needed completing when Numbers 1-6 are pending.<br />
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I hope you all have had a great weekend and you are off to an amazing new year. Love you all- I am off to tuck someone in bed. She just reminded me I am two day behind on her nightly devotional. I think number 8 is on the way :)Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-33186732055081327092012-01-04T13:45:00.000-05:002012-01-04T13:45:56.310-05:00To be led<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvLux38HFRVv4qQaYr5Dzt-RV83wA74_AWtc6RWtDOxFJzSC5UiPaTrgdhCK82hZFKclYFezj0OnUZ1Dur0SyYvPD2JBjdK3RCVvQ4l0afsyE_mdY0lrBNPbWa3zt75w2j_WNctonh6s/s1600/prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvLux38HFRVv4qQaYr5Dzt-RV83wA74_AWtc6RWtDOxFJzSC5UiPaTrgdhCK82hZFKclYFezj0OnUZ1Dur0SyYvPD2JBjdK3RCVvQ4l0afsyE_mdY0lrBNPbWa3zt75w2j_WNctonh6s/s640/prayer.jpg" width="478" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thoughts that keep tumbling in my mind today- </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Please let there be less of me and more of you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Please give me wisdom for each situation that I face today. Help my answers to be the answers that you would give- help me to lose my sarcasm button for one day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Help me to know that you are in control. No matter how things look to me I need the authentic leadership of your Spirit in my life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
Many times when I cry out to HIM for wisdom it is not just for circumstances or situations but it also involves warm blooded people. People that can be hurt, misunderstood, misled, or caused to stumble. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>I am led back to James 1:5 "If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives to all generously and without criticizing, and it will be given to him."<br />
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Here it is in the amplified version-<br />
If any of you is deficient in wisdom, let him ask of he giving God [Who gives] to everyone liberally and ungrudgingly, without reproaching or faultfinding, and it will be given him.<br />
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Here it is in "the images that come to my mind" version (not sold in bookstores across North America)- <br />
If anyone is deficient in wisdom- (that is me standing with my little white flag before the Lord). The great promise of this scripture is that he says he gives to everyone liberally (think of your Grandma's mashed potato portions), and undgrudgingly (like when someone gives you the last cooking from the jar), without reproaching (erase the ugly finger pointing face from your mind- pronto), or faultfinding (what a relief).<br />
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So He knows we need wisdom<br />
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He is waiting with the answers<br />
He will not judge us, make a- "Wow you are so ignorant" list. Instead he is pleased that we have looked to him. He is ready and willing to be in daily relationship with us.<br />
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God pour out your wisdom on all of us today. Help us to have ears to hear what your spirit is saying to us and the Godly Sense to carry it out. In Jesus Name- AmenCylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-90920599507296808022012-01-04T00:59:00.001-05:002012-01-04T01:02:32.881-05:00Stage FrightI guess I truly can't explain my lack of blogging these past few months other than two words- Stage Fright.<br />
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I have this same dream over and over when under pressure. I am to be in a play. Everyone around me has on their costumes, their lines have been memorized, they are in places. I however am dressed in my every day clothes, I don't know where to stand, and I know that I have not even looked over my script much less memorized it. Regardless of my lack of preparation the curtain opens and I wake up - freaking out. Some wake up right after I open up my mouth- and -Nothing. Sometimes I wake up when the curtain opens.<br />
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Somehow the more I choose to not blog- the more I feel I have lost my footing- the fear of the curtain opening. But I chose to ignore it and taking the plunge. OH for the love of Pete Cylinda please stop blogging about blogging. Okay- 'nough said.<br />
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The girls were not happy to head to bed tonight- oh the dread of the first day back at school. I can still remember that feeling in the pit of my stomach when vacation and lazy days were over. My girls have taken full advantage of their last hours of vacation and have kicked into not moving mode! <br />
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So nothing going on here- I am getting my lessons ready for the MK class at BOTT which starts in two weeks, have been getting caught up on other MK lovely items, we are closing on a house in two weeks, and I have not packed box 1. <br />
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Seanna and I were in the picture taking mode the other night so to liven up this <strike>lame excuse for a blog </strike>entry I will close with some of our handy work. For those of you that are in my age category no references to Sally Jesse Rafael needed. Thanks! <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hope you and your family had a great Christmas. We were doubly blessed this year to have John's family at our home for a week. During the same time my brother and his family were with my parents- so we had a double Christmas. It was good to be with family again. John's family headed out yesterday and my brother and his family on Monday. Amazing how the Christmas tree and all of the decorations just sit and stare at you quietly asking when they will be placed back in their boxes. I for one have ignored their rustling and have gone about my business.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Milestone moment for us this week was when my oldest left this morning for the AR Holiday Youth Convention. Kind of felt like that first day of kindergarten as I dropped her off. I didn't even get out of the car and hug her since that would be horrifying for anyone in the 7th grade. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MK Ministries has been so blessed with individuals, Sunday School classes, youth groups, and churches getting on board to send Christmas Gifts to our MKs. Amazing response. We currently have a drive to provide an e-reader (Kindle or Nook) to each on-site MK. If you would like to get involved with this project email me- I will be happy direct you to the online credit card giving link. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On a personal note- I have been trying to do a lot of kingdom praying. I was recently at a Kids Prayer seminar and was deeply reminded of <span class="Apple-style-span">the commandment in Luke 12:31 </span><span class="Apple-style-span">"But above all else seek the Kingdom of God, and He will give you everything you need." It is my responsibility to put kingdom prayers as a priority. I want my girls to know that HIS kingdom comes first and then our needs. How can I teach this if I don't example it myself? </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">To all of my friends, family, and bloggy buddies thanks for being there this year. Your prayers have sustained me every day. To those who invited me to speak to your amazing ladies groups and youth groups around the globe- thank you - They have impacted my life and taken residence in my heart! </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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That is a private conversation that I had with a little girl that lives in my house this week.<br />
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The struggles of moving into a different school<br />
The struggles of finding that perfect fit<br />
The stuggles of dealing with friends moving on and not taking you with them.<br />
The struggles of not having that person who will sit and giggle with you the entire 1380 seconds of your lunch break.<br />
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My heart has been broken this week. <br />
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Not just for the seeing and hearing about the daily throws of the trials of growing up<br />
But my heart has broken because I can't wave a wand and just fix it- I can't make it all better. <br />
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So in the busiest week of my life- I have been stopping a lot to give hugs, to laugh extra long at the jokes she tells me, to surprise her with not-so-ovious little gifts- and to compliment even the tiniest of accomplishments.<br />
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As I sat and prayed for her this afternoon I thought of how HE must feel when we are not connecting.<br />
How it must hurt him all the more knowing that he stands ready with the answers, the solutions, the balm of Gilead- but we don't stop to talk to HIM about it. We run to every resource but him.<br />
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I asked the Lord to forgive me for trying to be the Belle of the Ball and not pausing long enough to thank the HOST of my life for having me over. <br />
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As for my little one- she will make it. She will emerge stronger because of this. After tucking her in and saying prayers with her tonight I came back to my computer to finish up some work. She sent me a text from her phone. It simply said- Mom thanks for loving me and being there for me. You make even bad days great.<br />
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Tomorrow at 6:00 AM we start this whole process again. She is going to have a great day!Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-68841149396261229732011-09-28T09:49:00.000-04:002011-09-28T09:49:17.630-04:00Feeling Overwhelmed?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4AnHP8awZNMYbt3Rv74NvcYFElww08rn7dbTCRMJRlAgEEDNuOgJWY5ommsH8mQihRcp1Lh63lhTT0l8AvcvdpxM9-KBNvBtjKOP1C2C-WMoukyhPmwV7rq6Zvv5yAfBDNel-2yHqOI/s1600/overwhelmed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4AnHP8awZNMYbt3Rv74NvcYFElww08rn7dbTCRMJRlAgEEDNuOgJWY5ommsH8mQihRcp1Lh63lhTT0l8AvcvdpxM9-KBNvBtjKOP1C2C-WMoukyhPmwV7rq6Zvv5yAfBDNel-2yHqOI/s400/overwhelmed.jpg" width="373" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><b>Don't be- HE has it all in control! </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><blockquote><span style="font-size: small;"> <ul><li>Jehovah - The Lord - Exodus 6:2-3 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Adon Kal Ha'arets- Lord of Earth - Josh 3:13 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Bara - Lord Creator - Isaiah 40:28 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Chatsahi - Lord my Strength - Psalm 27:1 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Eli - Lord my God - Psalm 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Gador Milchamah - Mighty in Battle - Ps 24:8 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Ganan - Lord Our Defense - Ps 89:18 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Go'el - Lord My Redeemer - Is. 49:26, 60:16 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Hashopet - Lord My Judge - Judges 11:27 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Helech 'Olam - Lord King Forever Ps10:16 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Hoshe'ah - Lord Saves - Psalm 20:9 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Jireh - Provider - Gen. 22:14, I John 4:9, Philip 4:19 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Keren-Yish'i - Horn of Salvation - Ps 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-M'Kaddesh - Sanctifier - I Corinthians 1:30 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Machsi - Lord my Refuge - Psalm 91:9 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Magen - Lord my Shield - Deut. 33:29 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Ma'oz - Lord my Fortress - Jer. 16:19 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Mephalti - Lord my Deliverer - Psalm 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Metshodhathi - Lord my Fortress - Psalm 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Misqabbi - Lord my High Tower - Psalm 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-M'gaddishcem - Lord my Sanctifier - Ex 31:13 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Naheh - Lord who Smites - Ezekiel 7:9 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Nissi - Banner - I Chronicles 29:11-13 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Rohi - Shepherd - Psalm 23 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Rophe - Healer - Isaiah 53:4,5 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Sabaoth - Lord of Hosts - I Sam 1:3 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Sel'i - Lord my Rock - Psalm 18:2 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Shalom - Peace - Isaiah 9:6, Rom 8:31-35 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Shammah - Present - Hebrews 13:5 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Tsidkenu - Righteousness - I Cor 1:30 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Tsori - Lord my Strength - Psalm 19:14 </li>
<li>Jehovah-Yasha - Lord my Savior - Isaiah 49:26 </li>
<li>Jehovah-'Ez-Lami - Lord my Strength - Ps 28:7 </li>
<li>Jehovah-'Immeku - Lord Is With You - Judges 6:12 </li>
<li>Jehovah-'Izoa Hakaboth - Lord Strong -Mighty - Ps 24:8 </li>
<li>Jehovah-'Ori - Lord my Light - Psalm 27:1 </li>
<li>Jehovah-'Uzam - Lord Strength in Trouble - Is 49:26</li>
</ul></span></blockquote>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-88275203789824618762011-09-26T16:21:00.000-04:002011-09-26T16:21:18.573-04:00We need each other....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrs-ARlO7_XoRSlIq0giKJHXgJFT3Mufv0zkBBEcFWk8lHfzZS3VEAmoqH6rr0tmIf3n4Ok1apnDI6vAyzqH6tYcEGZLTrqsQTPa0D4bCO0VZ_1DVA6xWwv_QZrrzgRj5hTaZSL0WpUM/s1600/We+need+each+other.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrs-ARlO7_XoRSlIq0giKJHXgJFT3Mufv0zkBBEcFWk8lHfzZS3VEAmoqH6rr0tmIf3n4Ok1apnDI6vAyzqH6tYcEGZLTrqsQTPa0D4bCO0VZ_1DVA6xWwv_QZrrzgRj5hTaZSL0WpUM/s640/We+need+each+other.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">This picture is from an article called "The Rescuing Hug". The article details the first week of life of a set of twins. Each were in their respective incubators and one was not expected to live. A hospital nurse fought against the hospital rules and placed the babies in one incubator. When they were placed together, the healthier of the two, threw an arm over her sister in an endearing embrace. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The smaller baby's heart stabilized and temperature rose to normal. </div>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-7784747970591500382011-09-19T16:18:00.000-04:002011-09-19T16:18:16.195-04:00Wise words from fellow blogger- Curtis ScottThis is from Fellow Blogger- <a href="http://curtisscott.wordpress.com/2011/08/20/wisdom/">Curtis Scott-</a> Amazing Words that I needed today-<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">Jesus was the son of a carpenter. As such, wood and nails literally sustained his life. They were the tools of his father’s trade, the materials that put food on the table. In the end, wood and nails were the tools that facilitated his death at Calvary. The things that supported life later helped take it away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">I’m asking the Lord for the wisdom to know what things were once supportive that I should let go of today.</span>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-61073794332288482632011-09-16T15:06:00.001-04:002011-09-16T15:06:58.908-04:00Feel Good Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div id="PinImage"><a href="http://puppyintraining.com/dog-kissing-firefighter/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/202610590_JwFzQkqu_c.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: left;">He had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire. She is pregnant. The firefighter was afraid of her at first, because he had never been around a Doberman before. When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest. A photographer from the Charlotte, North Carolina newspaper, “The Observer,” noticed this red Doberman in the distance looking at the fireman. He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do. As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies, and kissed him, just as the photographer snapped this photograph. </div>Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350884031934998183.post-36789729748417678252011-09-14T11:50:00.002-04:002011-09-14T11:50:14.943-04:00If you work with Children's Ministry this is a great song-<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28787884?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/28787884">Greater is He</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/kotm">Kids on the Move</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Cylinda Nickelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14719379106379796228noreply@blogger.com0