<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700252383919717310</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:50:23.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>real gold fears no fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realgoldfearsnofire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700252383919717310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realgoldfearsnofire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359383333203884157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700252383919717310.post-910598820486727292</id><published>2011-08-21T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:27:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>So today I turned 22! It was a really good birthday.  To be honest, I was somewhat dreading this day because after spending the summer with my boyfriend, Matt, it was time for him to go back to school.  I also had this attitude of "nothing is that exciting after you turn 21."  Part of me doesn't like that as you grow up you lose that childlike wonder and awe of turning another year older.  My 10-year-old brother, Peter, absolutely LOVES his birthday.  He starts talking about his birthday months in advance and this past year he prayed that the days before his birthday would go by fast but that his birthday would be slow.  As far as he is concerned the world stops and he is THE reason for that day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The illusion that my birthday stopped everyone in their tracks fell long ago, but as this day is drawing to a close, I feel so celebrated and loved by my family and friends. That is the point of birthdays...to celebrate life and remember God faithfulness.  Even though this birthday lacked the fanfare of 21, it was simple, joyful and relaxing.  I had a good amount of time this afternoon just to sit down and journal about this past year of life.  Tonight I am thankful to be 22, to have graduated college and to have incredible family and friends who love me and point me more towards Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var FJHost = ((document.location.protocol == 'https:') ?  "https://ssllog." : "http://log.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + FJHost +  "feedjit.com/pg/fj/4ae4f4f8b4bde4bf/'" +  " type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try { var FJ = FJNew(); FJ.logHit(); } catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthdays celebrate life so cheers to that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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She talks about what Jesus might tell us today- a way to distinguish our cultural values from His kingdom ones.  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var FJHost = ((document.location.protocol == 'https:') ?  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As a woman, I struggle so much with obsessing about the way I look. I spend so much time fixing up the outside- trying to perfect a body that will age, change, and eventually die.  I will have nothing to show but wasted hours of time and mental energy.  My prayer recently has been that the Lord would take away this obsessive desire for outward beauty, and would help me control my mind- which often can be my greatest enemy.  I believe lies- that if I could only look look a certain way I would finally be content. WRONG. It never works that way. I challenge you to find one woman in this world who is completely content with the way she looks. Perfection doesn't exist because we are people who will never be content this side of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 10.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 10.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus offers hope&lt;/b&gt;. He will empower us to find victory in this area that for so many women distracts and defeats us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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You will become solid enough for Michael to perceive you when you learn to want someone else besides Michael.  I don’t say ‘more than Michael,’ not as a beginning.  That will come later.  It’s only the little germ of desire for God that we need to start the process.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Oh, you mean religion and all that sort of thing?  This is hardly the moment…and from you, of all people.  Well, never mind.  I’ll do whatever’s necessary.  What do you want me to do?  Come on.  The sooner I begin it, the sooner they’ll let me see my boy.  I’m quite ready.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“But, Pam, do think!  Don’t you see you are not beginning at all as long as you are in that state of mind?  &lt;b&gt;You’re treating God only as a means to Michael.  But the whole thickening treatment consists in learning to want God for His own sake.&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“You wouldn’t talk like that if you were a Mother.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“You mean, if I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; a mother.  But there is no such thing as being only a mother.  &lt;b&gt;You exist as Michael’s mother only because you first exist as God’s creature.&lt;/b&gt;  That relation is older and closer.  No, listen, Pam!  &lt;b&gt;He also loves.  He also has suffered.  He also has waited a long time.&lt;/b&gt;”(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt;, C.S. Lewis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though I am not a mother there is still so much to this that reflects my life.  I look at God only as a means to an end...usually the end meaning His blessings and favor in my life on my terms, the way I want. So instead of running the race to get the prize, I toss in a prize just to run the race. 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I will strengthen and uphold you with My righteous hand." Isaiah 41:10</title><content type='html'>Read this on Holly McRae's blog, the mother of sweet little Kate whose fighting the vicious battle of brain cancer. What an example this woman is of God's goodness and trust in the midst of life's heartbreak and pain. Only a woman whose faith is rooted deep in the gospel and not in circumstance could have a response like this. This kind of faith causes others to wonder where her hope lies- who is it that she trust? There is no God like our God. Who provides comfort, hope, endurance, and perseverance for this life because our hope lies in the One who has conquered death and will one day make all things new again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I would have marked near the top of a list that I would pray we would never encounter, we were now forced to face. But thankfully not alone. I don't know if scripture has ever held greater comfort, if it's truth has ever been more desired by our family than now. We can no longer face tomorrow in simply our own strength. When your child faces cancer of this magnitude it is simply more than you can bear, without Jesus. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know many have told us that God will never give you more than you can handle. I smile and know this is more than I can handle. However, I wonder if it could mean that He will give us what we need to handle that which alone we couldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is bittersweet, as most days are now. My heart is continuously grieving what was and learning how to not fear what tomorrow holds. To not imagine what life without our precious Kate would be like. To not be paralyzed by fear. It is difficult beyond words. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never has it been more of a challenge to put truth into practice. But we know that is where our hope lies. Living out the truth we know and believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the anguish of some days, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;each day is also filled with joy&lt;/span&gt;. Times of laughter, late night talks, snuggling on the couch, hope and milestones reached. The milestones have changed, but they are milestones none the less. And they are worth celebrating. Kate has made amazing strides over the past 10 ½ months. Even her hair coming in feels like it is the beginning of some things new. So we are slowly learning to live between heartbreak and hope. Heartbreak because Kate is our daughter, our daughter we would readily give our lives for. And yet we can't take this from her, or take it for her. We must watch her endure things that we can’t rescue her from, merely walk through with her. And so we are relearning our role as her parents. Not simply to rescue her and protect her from everything (as much as we would like to) but to guide her, teach her and love her endlessly through things. Part of the joy and struggle of being a mother, of being a parent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why God allows cancer. Man has historically been desperate to determine the why behind suffering. Something the Bible does is put suffering in a global context. In Romans 8:18-25 the apostle Paul addresses the questions of if I'm going to suffer what is the meaning of my suffering in this moment? Stepping back to the much bigger question of why is there suffering in our world?&lt;br /&gt;Paul says if we embrace Jesus as our treasure in this life we will inherit the same thing Jesus inherits. Provided we suffer with Him we will be glorified with Him. The pathway to glory is suffering (v. 17) and verses 18-25 promises us that its worth it. Paul puts suffering in a global context and it is SO crucial that we have a head and a heart that can embrace this teaching because we will bail on Christianity in the moment of suffering if we don't.&lt;br /&gt;No one suffers more than the disciples. Paul? Lifetime of suffering. Jesus? Lifetime of suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But one day...creation itself will be set free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I will strengthen and uphold you with My righteous hand.&quot; Isaiah 41:10'/><author><name>Mary Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17359383333203884157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700252383919717310.post-1511365291493626498</id><published>2010-04-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:19:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky are the unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9XLL0l3v4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Upjuj5lla1I/s1600/Reality+Ministries+Dance+4-25-09+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9XLL0l3v4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Upjuj5lla1I/s200/Reality+Ministries+Dance+4-25-09+48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464497126840450946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9XKxjmRe2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/83EIW0zXf3I/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9XKxjmRe2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/83EIW0zXf3I/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464496675602135906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9W-rlQy9wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/heNjLXjkeSA/s1600/P1000504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9W-rlQy9wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/heNjLXjkeSA/s320/P1000504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464483378830178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9W-Y_Pv7pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QS-Q_j4Hl2U/s1600/15014_1326268922422_1401870014_30948244_8368607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GwXRIRMXPHk/S9W-Y_Pv7pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QS-Q_j4Hl2U/s320/15014_1326268922422_1401870014_30948244_8368607_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464483059387592338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Up until a few years ago, people with physical and mental disabilities used to make me really uncomfortable. My family can attest to this. Whenever anyone with a disability would walk into a restaurant I would immediately lose my appetite. All I could see was the brokenness on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;     The Sermon on the Mount where Jesus preaches on the Beatitudes teach this truth: lucky are the unlucky.  The Beatitudes go against everything we pursue and believe in- blessed are the strong, blessed are the wealthy, blessed are the powerful, blessed are the liberators, blessed are the triumphant. But in the Sermon on the Mount Jesus says if an enemy soldier slaps you, turn the other cheek. Rejoice in persecution. Be grateful for your poverty. Essentially Jesus says "How lucky are the unlucky!" In the Beatitudes, Jesus promises that these rewards lay somewhere in future but the more I learn the more I realize that the Beatitudes describe the present as well as the future. Philip Yancey says in his book The Jesus I Never Knew that he does not view the Beatitudes as patronizing slogans, but as profound insights into the mystery of human existence. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"God's kingdom turns the tables upside down. The poor, the hungry, the mourners, and oppressed truly are blessed. Not because of their miserable states of course- rather, they are blessed because of an innate advantage they hold over those that are self-sufficient."&lt;/span&gt; (Pg. 116). &lt;br /&gt;     Henri Nouwen, a priest who used to teach at Harvard University, moved to a community called Daybreak near Toronto at the height of his career in order to take on the demanding chores required by his friendship with a man named Adam. Adam is a 25-year-old man who can't speak, cannot dress himself, cannot walk or eat without help. He does not cry or laugh. His back is distorted, his arms and leg movements are twisted and he suffers from severe epilepsy. Nouwen writes, "It takes me about an hour and a half to wake Adam up, give him his medication, carry him into his bath, wash him, shave him, clean his teeth, dress him, walk him to the kitchen give him his breakfast, put him in his wheelchair and bring him to the place where he spends most of his day with therapeutic exercises."&lt;br /&gt;     Philip Yancey writes about a time where he went to visit Nouwen in Toronto and had doubts about whether this was the best use of this man's time...he thought couldn't someone else take care of Adam because Nouwen has much to offer the world. When Yancey voiced this to Nouwen himself, he informed him that he had completely misinterpreted what was going on. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I am not giving up anything," he insisted. "It is I, not Adam, who gets the main benefit from our friendship. Adam has taught me that what makes us human is not our mind but our heart.&lt;/span&gt; Not our ability to think but our ability to love." From Adam's simple nature, he had glimpsed the "emptiness" necessary before one can be filled by God. Nouwen said he was enjoying a new kind of peace, acquired not within the walls of Harvard but by the bedside of Adam. &lt;br /&gt;At the Reality King's and Queen's Dance on Saturday night I saw what Jesus meant by the Sermon on the Mount. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the Great Reversal of God's kingdom, prosperous saints are very rare. It's not that the poor are more virtuous than anyone else, but they are less likely to pretend to be virtuous.&lt;/span&gt; They are more naturally dependent, because they have no choice; they must depend on others simply to survive. In summary, through no choice of their own these people find themselves in a posture that befits the grace of God. 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I loved Raggamuffin Gospel but I might like this book even more. Here are two excerpts that I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the brilliant ethicist John Kavanaugh went to work for three months at the "house of the dying" in Calcutta, he was seeking a clear answer as to how to best spend the rest of his life. On the first morning there he met Mother Teresa. She asked, "What can I do for you?" Kavanaugh asked her to pray for him. "What do you want me to pray for?" He voiced the request that he had borne thousands of miles from the United States: "Pray that I will have clarity." She said firmly, "No, I will not do that." When he asked her why, she said, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clarity is the last thing that you are clinging to and must let go of.&lt;/span&gt;" When Kavanaugh commented that she always seemed to have clarity he longed for, she laughed and said, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust. So I will pray that you trust God.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Craving clarity, we attempt to eliminate risk of trusting God. Fear of the unknown path stretching ahead of us destroys childlike trust in the Father's active goodness and unrestricted love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has been really convicting to me because so often I find myself praying for clarity or understanding in a situation. And when I think God has answered my prayer what I mean is that He has answered it according to my own desire. I know that sometimes I can't see how the thing granted is at all what I desire. And yet it is. For, after all, what the deepest part of me truly desires is not my will, but the will of the Father. It is not clarity that I need, it is trust.  The challenge to actually trust God forces me to deconstruct what I have spent my life constructing, to stop clutching whatever it is I am so afraid of losing. Jim Cymbala says this in Fresh Faith, "The great battle of our spiritual lives is 'Will you believe?' It is not 'Will you try harder?' or 'Can you make yourself worthy?' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It is squarely a matter of believing that God will do what only He can do...He's looking for faith so strong that it will anchor on His Word and wait for Him, the One who makes everything beautiful in its time.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read stories in the Old Testament and marvel at Israel's terrible infidelity and direct disobedience to God. I see how quickly Israel runs to idols and think I would never bow down and worship a golden statue. Yet I do. Every single day. I worship convenience and comfort. I bow down to ease. I make an idol out of God's blessings. Yet the crazy thing that still blows my mind every day is that He still loves me! How amazing is this- God loves me KNOWING my future. This idea is hard to grasp until we personalize it. Would I love anyone with such fervor and unrestrained selflessness if I knew that person would betray me in just a few short days, months, or years? How could I love somebody if I know that love will be taken for granted, forgotten, rejected, and even scorned? Would I marry a man if I absolutely knew all his flaws, if I knew that he would live adulterously, that he would divorce me and marry another, that he wasn't completely committed and wouldn't love me in return?  Yet, here God is, loving us DESPITE our future. His love is so deep it really is incomprehensible. How could you not want to know a God like that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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When we find the wanderer who has not where to lay his head, who yet can say, "Still will I trust in the or, when we see the pauper starving on bread and water, who still glories in Jesus; when we see the bereaved widow overwhelmed in affliction, and yet having faith in Christ, oh! what honor it reflects on the gospel. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God's grace is illustrated and magnified in the poverty and trials of believers. Saints bear up under every discouragement,  believing that all things work together for their good, and that out of apparent evils a real blessing shall ultimately spring--that their God will either work a deliverance for them speedily, or most assuredly support them in the trouble, as long as He is pleased to keep them in it. This patience of the saints proves the power of divine grace.&lt;/span&gt; There is a lighthouse out at sea: it is a calm night--I cannot tell whether the edifice is firm; the tempest must rage about it, and then I shall know whether it will stand. So with the Spirit's work: if it were not on many occasions surrounded with tempestuous waters, we should not know that it was true and strong; if the winds did not blow upon it, we should not know how firm and secure it was. The master-works of God are those men who stand in the midst of difficulties, steadfast,unmoveable,--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm mid the bewildering cry, Confident of victory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who would glorify his God must set his account upon meeting with many trials. No man can be illustrious before the Lord unless his conflicts be many. If then, yours be a much-tried path, rejoice in it, because you will the better show forth the all-sufficient grace of God. As for His failing you, never dream of it--hate the thought. The God who has been sufficient until now, should be trusted to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. My heart couldn't have expressed it any better. Something I've seen in women is we have this weakness of feeling like we're either "too much" or "not enough." Our tendency is to run on either extreme of feeling too complicated or not accomplished. Jesus talks a lot about sufficiency. "Daughter, My grace is sufficient for You. You will be made rich in every way so you can be generous on every occasion." By His grace I am sufficient. Paul found the key to God's power being manifested in his life. He didn't rely on his own strength, wisdom, or understanding. One of the things I struggle with the most is self-sufficiency. John Piper writes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Pride, or self-exaltation, or self-reliance is the one virus that causes all the moral diseases of the world. This has been the case ever since Adam and Eve ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil because they wanted to be God instead of trust God. And it will be true until the final outburst of human pride is crushed at the battle of Armageddon. There is only one basic moral issue: how to overcome the relentless urge of the human heart to assert itself against the authority and grace of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you return to the Almighty, you will be built up; You will remove iniquity far from your tents. Then you will lay your gold in the dust, And the gold of Ophir among the stones of the brooks. Yes, the Almighty will be your gold And your precious silver; For then you will have your delight in the Almighty, And lift up your face to God. You will make your prayer to Him, He will hear you, And you will pay your vows. You will also declare a thing, And it will be established for you; So light will shine on your ways. 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Emma, a girl on my young life team said it well, "There's just something about Windy Gap...you walk away completely exhausted yet completely refreshed." Young Life has sets up camps in a way that the daily distractions of high school kids are pushed aside in order to show them what real life is about. It's not Windy Gap's beauty, (although Windy Gap is beautiful) its far deeper then beauty. Many places and things are beautiful to the eye but you walk away unchanged because beauty in and of itself is shallow. The peacefulness and serenity found at Young Life camps is something you can't put into words, I am convinced it is holy ground. &lt;br /&gt;If I knew beforehand the things I would have to sacrifice as a young life leader I probably would not have signed up for such an adventure. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;However, I can honestly say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; in college has been sweeter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and more worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taught me more then I could ever put into words, but probably the biggest thing I am continuing to learn and discover is that even in my walk with the Lord I am still in rags; my best prayers are still stained with sin; my receiving of the Spirit is colored with selfishness; and my ability to lead apart from God's grace will fail. I'm incredibly prideful. I'm in the process of learning again that I am pretty mediocre at everything. I, in and of myself, really have nothing to offer the world and whatever few things I claim to be "good" at, my faults multiply all the more. Not only is the Lord teaching me about Him but also who I am along the way. In leading Young Life, I'm beginning to see how small I am in comparison to the Lord, and I have never felt so insignificant and humbled. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Despite what I may think, God doesn't need me. God would move, change, and work in crazy, incredible ways without me and anything that I bring to the table someone else could too. He doesn't need me but He wants me. &lt;/span&gt;He wants my meager "talents" and "gifts". When I finally came to this realization all the pressure to be the "best leader" I can be was lifted off my shoulders and I am now able to see that Jesus is...Jesus does...Jesus works. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...NOT Mary Norris. &lt;br /&gt;We spend so much time trying to fill our lives with things that we hope will bring us fulfillment. I have truly tasted and experienced full and abundant life. God has used Young Life to show me His face through so many people (going all the way back to when I did work crew summer of 06). I have made so many friends within the Young Life circle (in both high school and college) and I have felt and seen the love of God immensely. It's been so much fun to live this journey with people who are passionate about sharing the good news of Jesus Christ. What a privilege and blessing it is to be able to love on high school girls and walk through life with them. I've found there is nothing more exciting to share than the truth of God's loving embrace upon one's life. It really is true that the times in my life I have experienced the greatest joy is when I gave it away. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions about what the future might hold but something excites me in these questions of uncertainty. Something invites me to loosen my tight grip on the life I call my own and instead gives me an image of what it means to give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The fundamental building blocks of the kingdom are relationships. &lt;/span&gt;Not programs, systems, or productivity &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but inconvenient, time-consuming, intrusive relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The kingdom is built on personal involvement that disrupt schedules, and drain energy.&lt;/span&gt; When I enter into redemptive relationships with others, I lose much of my "capacity to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;produce desired results with a minimum expenditure of energy, time, money, or materials&lt;/span&gt;" In short, relationships sabotage my efficiency. A part of me dies. Is this perhaps what our Lord meant when He said we must lay down our lives for each other?"&lt;br /&gt;-Theirs is the Kingdom by Robert D. 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So why does God allow this kind of destruction if He loves us? Especially in a country where 80% of its people were already living in poverty? &lt;br /&gt;If Jesus has the power to calm the storm, "Who is this? Even the winds and the sea obey Him." (Mark 4:41), as well as the power to control all the elements then why does He allow things like tsunami's, earthquakes, and hurricanes to happen?&lt;br /&gt;The tsunami tragedy in Asia, Hurricane Katrina in 2005, and now 7 days ago the earthquake in Haiti has many people questioning God's goodness. Adam Donyes, the K-2 men's assistant director, covers these issues really well in his blog so I'm gonna share what he had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word states that Christ holds all of nature together (Col. 1:16-17). Could God prevent natural disasters? Absolutely! Does God sometimes influence the weather? Yes, as we see in Deuteronomy 11:17 and James 5:17. Numbers 16:30-34 shows us that God sometimes causes natural disasters as a judgment against sin. The book of Revelation describes many events which could definitely be described as natural disasters (Revelation chapters 6, 8, and 16). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every natural disaster a punishment from God? Absolutely not. And we should never, ever, ever, presume whether or not we know that a natural disaster is God's judgment. Since God identified Job as the most righteous of men (see Job 1:1, 8; 2:3), the book of Job forever refutes the notion that every tragedy that befalls people is a judgment on their sin. While no one is sinless, and bad things do happen to morally perfect people (because there are no morally perfect people), they can and sometimes do happen to the best people. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God is free in our lives, as He was in Job's, to permit personal or natural disasters for His own sovereign purposes without ever being an evildoer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much the same way that God allows evil people to commit evil acts, God allows the earth to reflect the consequences sin has had on creation. (Romans 8:19-21) tells us, “The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.” The fall of humanity into sin had effects on everything, including the world we inhabit. Everything in creation is subject to “frustration” and “decay.” Sin is the ultimate cause of natural disasters just as it is the cause of death, disease, and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible helps us understand why natural disasters take place. It does not tell us why God allows them to occur, so we should never assume that we know why He does! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did God allow the earthquake in Haiti to kill over 100,000 people? I don't know, none of us do. But I do know such events cause us to contemplate eternity and what occurs after death! Regardless of disaster God is still good. Tragedy doesn't change His goodness, perhaps if we look close enough it actually illuminates even more. The opportunities we possess as the body of Christ to show His hand in the midst of suffering, in the midst of loss, and in the midst of confusion is at its greatest in the midst of natural disasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We have that opportunity to show His hand now! People in Haiti are re-evaluating what is valuable to them, they are contemplating the meaning of life. They are questioning who or what can be powerful enough to do this. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God can, and does, bring great good out of terrible tragedies- Romans 8:28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We pray for good health. We pray for healing for those who are sick. We pray for things to turn out well in the end. And sometimes they do. Sometimes the Lord heals but other times He chooses not to. It's not because He lacks the power, mercy, or means to do so, it's because He has a different plan. A bigger, better, and eternal plan. &lt;br /&gt;I love the verse 2 Corinthians 1:20 that says "For all the promises of God find their yes in Him. That is why it is through Him that we utter our Amen to God for His glory."  My soul utters Amen (a "let it be") to Him for His glory in all things. There is a place I can put my hope in that is never deferred. Though I may not get what I think I want or need, instead I get Him! He is a hope that is never deferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unanswered prayers are ultimately for His glory and our good. Doesn't make it any less painful in the moment, but we cling to the One who uses everything good-and everything seemingly bad- to point us to a greater glory...His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began praying for precious little Kate McRae the moment I heard her story. Since July, Kate has been battling cancer and just completed her third round of chemo. Kate's parents, as well as millions of people across the country, have diligently been praying for months that God would completely heal Kate this side of heaven. Kate had an MRI a couple days ago to see if the tumor was responding to the treatment and to figure out what the next step in this journey should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were not what everyone had been praying and hoping for. The MRI revealed that there was still residual tumor in Kate's brain. The positive news is the tumor has shrunk and there is most likely no new growth. The negative being there is still a decent amount of tumor left and the neurosurgeon said his initial instinct is that he would not operate. That isn't his final decision but Kate continues to have a long and arduous battle before her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other positive is Kate was able to go home for a few days and resume some semblance of a childhood. Here is an excerpt from a journal entry written by Kate's mom last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tonight it broke my heart as Aaron was praying with the girls and I was with Will. He asked me if Kate had had her picture to see if the tumor was all gone. I told him yes she had. And there was still some there. He started crying and said "mom, why? I keep praying that it would be all gone when they looked! Why didn't God answer my prayer?" &lt;br /&gt;My heart broke knowing that our children at such tender ages were having to learn such hard lessons. Answered and unanswered prayers. Life and death ramifications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We don't know God's plan in all of this. We wish the cancer part of this plan was done. It however is not. So we will continue to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pray that one day Kate will be cancer free here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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A precious blond-hair blue-eyed 6 year old that is desperately fighting for her life. This is the background of her story written by Kate's mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday June 29th, 2009 was supposed to be a day filled with summer fun. The kids and I were going to the water park to celebrate summer. However, I noticed that a slight tremor in her right hand that she developed over the past 2-3 days had notably worsened. We decided to take her to her Pediatrician, just for safe measure. Her Dr decided to get a CT of Kate's head, to rule anything out. We proceeded to Phoenix Childrens Hospital for a stat CT of her head. At 5:30 I, Holly, Kate's mom, was taken into a room alone and told Kate had a massive tumor on the basil ganglia portion of her brain. The world stopped for us that day. I called her dad and through sobs told him to come to the hospital quickly. Our journey had begun. Kate was directly admitted to the PICU. One minute thoughts of the water park the next our child is critically ill in the PICU.  We would have never chosen to be a part of this journey with childhood cancer, but it was chosen for us, and our sweet Kate. She is now in the Phoneix Children's Hospital undergoing treatment for this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate underwent a craniotomy with tumor resection on July 3rd, 2009. They unfortunately were only able to remove 50% of the tumor due to it's location in the left temporal lobe of her brain and the fact that the tumor had wrapped itself around major blood vessels to her brain. Kate experienced right sided paralysis immediately following surgery. She has since regained much of this, however right sided weakness still continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of waiting the pathology report was in, Kate was diagnosed with a very malignant, aggressive brain tumor called a supratentorial primitive neuroectodermal tumor or sPNET. Our hearts were shattered. Dreams for our little 5 year old daughter put on hold to battle this monster. Long term prognosis and outcomes weren't encouraging so Kate has been put on a study that is showing a little more promising outcomes, hopefully a better chance at survival and less long term side effects. She is currently undergoing the Head Start 3 Study out of Los Angeles but doing it at Phoenix Children's Hospital. The study involves the initial brain surgery, 5 round of very intense chemotherapy with possibility of a subsequent brain surgery and then another round of chemo with a stem cell transplant. We are hoping to avoid radiation after transplant. Kate is also in physical therapy and occupational therapy and has been released from speech therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe strongly in the power of prayer and the ability of Jesus to heal our precious daughter. Whether He does this through modern medicine or simply a divine touch, we aren't picky. We are asking others to join us on this journey and fervently pray for our Kate. The road is long and unbelievably hard. We have 3 children, all who are intensely affected. Olivia is now 7, Kate is 5 and Will is 4. Please keep all of us in your prayers as we try to walk this journey of childhood cancer. Thank you. (As of September 29th Kate was readmitted to begin her 3rd round of chemo. She will be hospitalized for the entire round.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart literally breaks for Kate and her family. Kate "celebrated" her 6th birthday on December 27th.  Birthdays for a 6 year-old should mean parties, friends, cupcakes, and laughter instead of hospitals, vomiting, morphine drips and IV's.  Kate is sick, but not forgotten. She is immensely loved by Her creator. &lt;br /&gt;The faith and perseverance Kate's parents have displayed through this has been a witness and a living testimony of God's supernatural love. This is not the path they (or anyone for that matter) would choose, but they know where their hope lies and they cling to the Ultimate Healer. They believe and know God is good and loving and faithful and all-powerful. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The gospel is hope, and the Lord is strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand”. Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;“He works out everything in conformity with the purpose of HIS will”. Ephesians 1: 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a particularly powerful update from Kate's mom on Christmas eve:&lt;br /&gt;Instead of tucking all 3 of our kids in tonight, calming them down due to the anticipation of tomorrow. I will just be tucking one in. Into her hospital bed. Hoping she perks up, instead of calming down. Praying her fever comes down. Praying her mouth sores diminish. Praying her heart rate slows down. Praying the blood cultures grow nothing. Praying that even now every last cancer cell would be destroyed. Forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The one thing that remains true and constant even tonight, even amidst our present pain, is the reason for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;We could be celebrating at home. Enjoying family and the traditions the season brings. Or we could be in the hospital fighting for our daughters life. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am just so thankful that Christmas means Jesus. And that does not change even when our circumstances do. He came and brought salvation.  And one day there will be no more pain, no more tears and no more cancer. 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Lewis. His writing either sings to you or he doesn't, but boy does he sing to me! &lt;br /&gt;I will examine some of Lewis's other books another day but here are some of my favorite excerpts from Mere Christianity. This is the stuff I thought I already knew. But I didn't-not really, not clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on gasoline, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is why it is just no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering about religion. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis says that Christian's believe an evil power has made himself (for the present) the Peace of this World.  Lewis then asks is this in accordance with God's will and says "if it is, He is a srange God...and if it is not, how can anything happen contrary to the will of a being with absolute power?"&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we can come to the conclusion that God created things with free will. Free will means those things can go right or wrong. Free will makes evil possible.&lt;br /&gt;     "... Because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having. A world of automata -- of creatures that worked like machines -- would hardly be worth creating. &lt;/span&gt;The happiness which God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight compared with which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is mere milk and water. And for that they must be free...of course God knew what would happen if they used their freedom the wrong way: apparently he thought it worth the risk. Perhaps we feel inclined to disagree with Him. But there is a difficulty about disagreeing with God. He is the source from which all your reasoning power comes: you could not be right and He wrong and more than a stream can rise higher than its own source. When you are arguing against Him you are arguing against the very power that makes you able to argue at all: it is like cutting off the branch you are sitting on. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If God thinks this state of war in the universe is a price worth paying for free will -- that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings -- then we may take it it is worth paying&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We believe that the death of Christ is just that point in history at which something absolutely unimaginable from the outside shows through into our own world. And if we cannot picture even the atoms of which our own world is built, of course we are not going to be able to picture this. Indeed, if we found that we could fully understand it, that very fact would show it was not what it professes to be — the inconceivable, the uncreated, the thing from beyond nature, striking down into nature like lightning. You may ask what good it will be to us if we do not understand it. But that is easily answered. A man may eat his dinner without understanding exactly how food nourishes him. A man can accept Christ without knowing how it works: indeed, he certainly would not know how it works until he has accepted it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death washed away our sins, and that by dying He has disabled death itself. That is the formula. That is Christianity. This is what has to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...repentance, this willing submission to humiliation and a kind of death, is not something God demands of you before He will take you back and which He could let you off of if He chose: it is simply a description of what going back to Him is like. If you ask God to take you back without it, you are really asking Him to let you go back without going back. It cannot happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis' genius is his humility, his self-forgetfulness before truth. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mere Christianity is so powerful because it's not about Lewis' faith, it's about THE Faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new every morning; &lt;/span&gt;great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The  Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait on Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Lord is good to those whose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; is in Him, to the one who seeks Him. It is good to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait quietly &lt;/span&gt;for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salvation of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;" Lamentations 3:22-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much promise in that verse.&lt;br /&gt;"For His compassions never fail, they are new every morning!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't even fathom that kind of love. One of my favorite parts about this verse is that after the writer is reminded of the Lord's great love, they proceed to say "the Lord is my portion; I will wait on Him."  At the end the author again says "it is GOOD to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate waiting. I'm one of the most impatient people in the world, I hate anything that slows me down, gets in my way, or takes too long. Our world is extremely uncomfortable with delayed satisfaction, and we make every effort to achieve and obtain quick, but often fleeting, ways of gratifying our lives. We realize we hunger, but we fail to realize that our deepest hunger cannot be satisfied by those momentary pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;   My mom brought this up during Thanksgiving a couple days ago and its really been something I've thought about a lot during the past few days. God's word calls me to wait. Say what? Yep, its true.  The bible is full of people who have to wait. Our deepest longings will only be satisfied by the renewal of God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is continually making things new&lt;/span&gt;, but perhaps not at the speed we desire.  Therefore we must wait.&lt;br /&gt; I've been learning recently that waiting on the Lord is not like waiting in line at a store, but more like waiting when I was a child on my birthday when I finally got to rip open my birthday presents. There is hope and expectation, along with the assurance that I do not know what is wrapped under the bows and wrapping paper, but I do know the one who gives the gift and I know that the gift is an expression of the giver's love for me. While we wait on the Lord, we do not wait in fear and anxiety of what might come in the future, we wait with faith and hope in the God who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holds&lt;/span&gt; the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait is to learn the spiritual grace of detachment (letting go) the freedom of desire. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not the absence of desire, but desire at rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 131:2 says "But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is with my soul within me."&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful picture David paints. A young child resting contently against her mother's chest. The child David is describing isn't demanding, isn't frustrated, isn't complaining. There are no insistent tears- the child has learned to wait. &lt;br /&gt;"Detachment (the word) might evoke wrong impressions. It is not a cold, indifferent attitude; not at all. 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I've enjoyed reading different friends blogs, and love how the Lord encourages us in seeing the transparency of others.  My prayer is that you will see a little bit into my heart through this blog.  I'm not totally sure what I will write about, just whatever is on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;   The title of this blog "real gold fears no fire" was inspired by one of my all time favorite books, Safely Home by Randy Alcorn. If you haven't read it I highly recommend it because its incredible. Quan, the main character, is in a Chinese prison because of his passion for the Lord. In this brief excerpt below Quan is speaking to Ben, an American businessman and Quan's college roommate, who has since college fallen away from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;"Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath.' He taught me that our lives 'quickly pass, and we fly away."&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds morbid," Ben said.&lt;br /&gt;"No, because our life does not end here. We do not cease to exist at death; we relocate to another place. How can we prepare for death if we deny it? One of Baba's favorite sayings was 'Real gold fears no fire.' I tell Minghua and Shen, we must go through times of testing, but the fire of trails proves what we are made of."&lt;br /&gt;"Fire seems a high price to pay," Ben questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Purity is worth the highest cost&lt;/span&gt;, is it not? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God is with us in the fire.&lt;/span&gt; Shengjing says our works done on earth can either be wood or hay or straw that will burn in the fire of God's holiness. Or they can be works of gold and silver and precious stones that will be purified in the fire. The choice is ours. If we are faithful, we will come out purer than when we went into the fire. This is why real gold does not fear the fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Powerful. As I write those words I am so convicted by Quan's faithfulness. "Purity is worth the highest cost." So much of my life I am like Ben..afraid of the refinement process. Fearful because refinement means change...and change is hard and can be painful.&lt;br /&gt;  C.S. Lewis writes "it would seem that our Lord finds our desires (for joy, pleasure, happiness) not to strong, but to weak. We are half-hearted creatures fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered to us, like an ignorant child who want to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at sea. We are far too easily pleased."&lt;br /&gt;        Lewis understands that the longings and deep desires we feel are meant to us point us to the Giver of all good things. Forgive me Jesus for trying to pacify these longings with lesser gods: people, approval, recognition, possessions, the list could go on. I enjoyed the creation rather than the Creator. I enjoy the gifts rather than the Giver.&lt;br /&gt;     I am far too easily pleased, and therefore in the same way, far too easily disappointed. I, like the child Lewis is describing, settle for mud pies in the slum, forsaking the incredible vacation offered. When I finally see how filthy I am, I become disappointed that the mud was not all I had hoped it would be. &lt;br /&gt;    Jesus knows and understands the deep longings of my heart. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He is sufficient&lt;/span&gt;, yet I still run after love, comfort, satisfaction, and happiness in all different areas of my life.  How easily I forget. How easily I worship tangible things. How easily I forget the very nature of God. Because of my sinful heart I need refinement. I need rebuke. 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