I’m “stealing” this from another web site written by Karen Ehman.  I thought it has some good tips on how to get focused on God and just wanted to share it with everyone.

5 Ways to Sit at His Feet

Friday, February 28, 2014

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If you have found your way here via my Proverbs 31 devotion, welcome! {And if you are new here, I’d love for you to connect with me on Facebook  or follow me on Twitter.}

If you haven’t read my devotion, Scurrying or Seated? click here to do so. {It is on distractions and to-do lists keeping us from connecting with God}

As mentioned in my devotion, here are 5 Ways to Sit at His Feet.

1. Give your to-do list to the Lord.

Sometimes it is so hard to hear the Lord’s voice through all of the hustle and bustle of our day. We stress and obsess about our to do list and all of our many appointments. The best way to focus in on our time with God {and to leave our to do list behind} is actually to take our to do list along with us! Get alone and get quiet. Ask God to bring to your mind all that you must get done. Make a list of these things. Then, spend time praying through each item on the list. As God brings more tasks to your mind, write them down. Don’t worry that it is unspiritual to stop halfway through a prayer and jot and item down. It helps you to clear your mind and then allows you to focus better on your time alone with God. He is concerned about all of the details of our life even if it is our plan to go grocery shopping or run to the dry cleaners.

2. Get intentional.

Treat your time alone with God as serious as any other appointment you have. When you have to go to the dentist, you brush your teeth and make sure you show up on time. Why do we assume our time alone with God will just happen spontaneously? Learn to treat it with intentionality. Write down the time you will spend with God in your planner or set an alarm on your phone. Have a plan for what you will read in the Bible or whether you will write in a journal or listen to worship music.

3. Read and write.

Get a hold of a good devotional book or Bible study workbook. Use them to help you know where to read in the Bible. But don’t just read the Bible. Write your thoughts down too. Keeping a journal–whether it is a paper one or a file on your computer or tablet—will help you grow your relationship with God. You will process as you write out your thoughts. Also learn to both read and write prayers. Read prayers in the book of Psalms out loud to God. Then, write out your own specific prayers to Him as well. It will amaze you when you go back later and see the ways that God answered your prayers.

4. Make a recording and memorize.

Use an online app or program such as Audacity to record yourself reading out loud any verses or passages of scripture you would like to memorize. Then, load them on an iPod, phone or MP3 player. Pop in the headphones and listen to the verses each day as you walk, do housework or cook dinner. It makes it so much easier to memorize this way!

5. Discover the Bible’s non-negotiables.

Grab a Bible and a notebook. Pick a New Testament book such as James or Colossians. Read it through stopping each time you see a non-negotiable command that we as Christians are supposed to do. When you come across one, write it down. For example:  James 1:19-21 says…

“My dearly loved brothers, understand this: Everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger, for man’s anger does not accomplish God’s righteousness.  Therefore, ridding yourselves of all moral filth and evil, humbly receive the implanted word, which is able to save you.”

So you would write in your notebook:

When dealing with others, I need to:

~ Be quick to listen

~ Be slow to speak

~ Be slow to get angry because being angry doesn’t accomplish the things of God.

I must also:

~ Get rid of that which is morally wrong and evil.

~ I need to spend time planting the word of God humbly in my heart. It will save me!

When we read the Bible, we learn. However, when we write out the commands in a way that is personal to us, we allow the word to take root deep within our hearts. This will help us the next time we are faced with a situation where we need to react in a godly manner but find it challenging. When we have trained our brain to recall the nonnegotiable’s of a Christian’s behavior, it allows us to act and react in a much better way.

Weathering God’s Winter Storm

My prayer for anyone living in the path of the winter storm, stay safe and warm.

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I used to live in Michigan and Ohio, and I remember storms with heavy, wet snow, black ice, and bone-chilling cold wind.

Even though we now live in Florida, I still get shivers up my spine when I see pictures of snow blizzards, icicles, and downed power lines.

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Just because we live in Florida, doesn’t mean I don’t think of you all.  Make that cup of hot chocolate, snuggle up underneath the afghan your grandmother crocheted, and think of it as God forcing you to take a day of rest to enjoy His beautiful weather!

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Happy New Year!

I want to wish everyone a very Happy and extremely Blessed New Year.  I pray that you and your families will build memories this year.  I pray that you will be comforted by any losses.  I pray that adoptees will be reunited with their birth families.  God bless you all!!

The Special Chosen One

Published November 16, 2013.

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE on Amazon.  Click anywhere in text to be redirected to purchase site:

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If you are an adoptee, have you felt alone in the world with no one to talk to; wondered how other adoptees deal with their emotions; or wondered WHY you were placed for adoption?

 If you are a birthparent, have you ever wondered how your child might feel towards you; what their life was like growing up; or how you would react if they ever showed up on your doorstep?

 If you are an adoptive parent, are you puzzled with how to deal with your child’s feelings towards adoption but don’t know what to say; thought about helping them search for their birth parents; or how you would handle the situation if they contacted their birth mom?

 If you are someone who knows someone who is adopted, have you ever been curious what it was like to be adopted; you don’t know what to say to them about being adopted; or you don’t know how to support them if they are searching?

 If you answered yes to any of the above questions, then this book,  The Special Chosen One, is for you.

 An adopted woman’s journey back to her roots. This memoir peers into the mind and emotions of an adoptee who wonders about her birth parents. The torment of being questioned by physicians as to your medical history, when all an adoptee can answer is, “I don’t know.” The eventual fear of hurting adoptive parents when deciding to search for birth parents. The difficult aspect of searching for records about yourself, but they are sealed forever.

 This book is helpful to all members of the adoption triad; the adoptee, adoptive parents and birth parents, or anyone thinking of adoption or in the process of adopting.

 This book brings forth the theme that adoptees are not alone. The author never knew another adoptee until age 24. Her self-imposed feelings of guilt were always associated with being adopted. What the author didn’t know until later in life is that other adoptees went through the same emotions.

 Also included is valuable information and suggestions for adoptees, birth parents and adoptive parents, tips for beginning a search, other books recommended for reading, helpful links, and reading group questions.

The Unforgettable Angel

AngelLate on a coal-black, moonless night, my brother-in-law and I drove home. We spent a long, grueling day at the hospital with my husband in a coma. We noticed brake lights ahead. Both lanes blocked. Cars at a standstill. We were exhausted. All we envisioned was sleep.

“I wonder what happened,” I said. “I can’t see anything with no street lights. Maybe there was an accident.”

After sitting a few minutes, watching other people exit their cars, I reluctantly opened the car door. This is the last thing I needed tonight—something keeping me away from my comfortable bed.

I walked between cars. As I approached the open roadway, illuminated only by headlights, I witnessed teenage girls scattered across the highway in varying degrees of injury and pain; moaning, screaming and crying. I glanced at people standing around and astonished that no one was doing anything.

I didn’t want to get involved—I just needed to lie my head on my pillow. If I get involved, we’ll be delayed in getting home.

I repeated out loud, to no one in particular, “What happened?  Does anyone know what happened?”

I continued walking, tripping over and stepping around multiple pieces of debris: purses, school books, a bottle of cologne, papers, a single shoe, chunks of crumpled metal, a bottle of nail polish. The acrid smell of gasoline and burnt rubber hovered in the air, mixed with occasional whiffs of cologne.

An SUV overturned in the ditch—one tire slowly spinning—produced scant clouds of dust swirling in the air. The windows broken and shattered. The doors and mirrors swung haphazardly.

In my mind I prayed, Lord, help me. Being an EMT, I knew I needed to find the most severely injured girl. I maneuvered from girl to girl, each one sprawled on the ground in different locations. I noted their injuries were not life-threatening. I continually prayed, Lord, please help me find the worst one.

I almost missed the last girl lying in dark shadows off the roadway. I knew someone was there only because of the deathlike sounds of gurgling and suffocating. I barely discerned she was lying on her side with her back facing me. I briefly hesitated, fearful of what I would see when I looked into her face.

I knelt down next to her. I wondered if she’d even be able to hear my voice above the strangely loud gurgling and gasping sounds.

“Don’t move. I’m here to help you. Hold on, Honey. The ambulance will be here any minute. Don’t move.”

Her grunting and wailing escalated as she kicked and fought to move. I resorted to lying on top of her, using all my strength to hold her steady, despite her constant struggling and thrashing. Her petite body was wet and sticky with blood. The rough, grainy tar pebbles on the road gouged into my knees.

I adamantly hollered to the growing crowd, “When the ambulance gets here, send them over here. Tell them this is the worst one.”

As I prayed for this girl, I became aware of a voice next to me. Calm and soothing. Praying in the heavenly language of tongues. The surrounding area gradually became bathed in a luminous glow of hazy, white fog—even though no one had come any closer to us with lights.

I turned my head to the right. A man knelt next to me, his hands laid upon the girl. He persistently prayed. He’s dressed in all white clothing, from head to toes: a white baseball cap, white shirt, white trousers and white tennis shoes. My initial impression — he’s a painter. I thanked God for sending a Christian.

Somewhere in between praying and concentrating on keeping the girl from moving, I realized the man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. I didn’t recollect him physically standing up and walking away.

The ambulance arrived and paramedics took over. Life Flight landed in the median of the highway. I watched as the girl was transferred into the helicopter. I stood in awe as it slowly lifted off the ground and floated into the sky. The headlights eerily shining brightly, reminded me of a similar scene out of the ET movie.

I needed to find the man in white and thank him for praying. I wanted to let him know I’m also a Christian and it comforted me to have another Christian by my side. I wandered around the multitude of people now gathered.

“Did you see the man dressed in all white? Where did he go? Did anybody see him? Where is he?”

“No, we didn’t see anyone like that.”

I eagerly scanned the crowd, looking for the man in white. “He was right there next to me with that girl. Where did he go?”

“There wasn’t anyone like that around here.”

Nowhere to be found. No one had seen him.

Weeks later, I learned the girl survived. She incurred multiple injuries, including a punctured lung. The paramedics said someone kept her from rolling onto her back, otherwise her lungs would have collapsed and she would have died.

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I was exhausted that night. I honestly didn’t want to be bothered with helping anyone. I didn’t want to give up my time. I did not want to get involved. But God hurled me into a surreal setting. I could have stood by like others in the crowd, but He gave me the strength to confront a disastrous situation. I felt isolated, incompetent, with no one else helping.

I thank God for helping me remember my EMT training. I thank Him for guiding me to the most severely injured girl. But I thank Him specifically for sending one of His awesome angels, whom I will never forget.

Living in the Moment

Two years ago my husband and I became caregivers for my mother diagnosed with dementia, which worsened rapidly over a three-month time period after she suffered a heart attack.  During those times, I often questioned my own sanity. It was a frightening unfamiliar, bizarre time period in my life.

One of my morning devotions from The Upper Room last week helped me understand a bit more regarding those “moments” with my mom, as I witnessed her decline alongside my three-year-old granddaughter’s advancement.

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The following was written by Roger Palms:

“Our cousin’s daughter shared an insight she had while watching her father and her young son eating ice cream cones together.  Her father was battling dementia, each day a bit less cognizant of what was happening around him.  Her son was growing more aware of his surroundings and his place in the world with each passing day.  Now they have passed each other — her father sliding downward and her son growing upward.  But for a moment they met around those two ice cream cones; for that short time, they were both in the same moment.

“Our moments are just that, moments.  They don’t last; they disappear and we move on.  We live in the moment, and those moments keep changing.

“God is with us in the moment, even in our difficult moments.  Our troubles are far outweighed by the eternal glory ahead.  God of our past and God of our future is right here with us — in the moment.

“Wherever this moment finds me, God is here.”

God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
                                        Hebrews 13:5 (NIV)

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An Adoptee’s Thank You

First of all, I want to give all the praise and glory to my Lord and God, Jesus Christ. He gave me my first breath. He gave me the genetics of my birth family. He placed me in an exceptionally loving and nurturing adoptive home. He covered me with his wings through the years and protected me more than I will ever know.

Second, I want to thank my dear husband, Greg. God knew what He was doing when he put us together. You stood by me all these years, even when I didn’t deserve it. You also covered me with your love and affection, with your protection, and kept me from going over the edge many times; otherwise, I don’t know where I would be today.

I want to thank my daughters, Amy and Wendy, for putting up with my craziness and irrationalism during your lifetime, especially the times when I searched for my birth parents. I pray that my life experiences can be lessons for you and your children. I pray that you both find comfort and peace under God’s wings.

I thank my two dogs, Miya and Zee, for forcing me to walk away from my computer, when you would unceasingly bark and bark until I would let you outside to do your business. Tending to be a workaholic, I probably wouldn’t have taken any breaks if it weren’t for my two “girls.”

I thank my deceased birth mother and birth father for giving me life. I thank all their children my 12 half-siblings, for accepting me unconditionally into their families. I thank my deceased adoptive parents for relentlessly pursuing adoption until they were ultimately blessed with me. I thank them for their patience, their upright moral lifestyle, and their discipline.

My heredity from my birth parents, combined with the loving environment of my adoptive parents, all according to God’s plan, have shaped me into the person I am today.

Remembering 9-11

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Remembering 9/11

by Max Lucado, pastor and author of the new book,
You’ll Get Through This

It seems that in the dozen years since our country’s heart and skyline
were ripped apart, we still struggle with how to spend this day that
represents such pain and, even to this day, fear.

9/11 has come to serve as a day of remembrance for the many trials
we have endured as a nation over this past decade.

The continued threats and anxiety created by ongoing terror threats
have become, if not normal, an ever present stressor.

We wonder if we’ll ever be free of that sense of unease in
our daily lives.

The Boston bombing served as a reminder of this new reality.
Violence continues to tear at our country from within – the mass
shootings in Arizona, Colorado, and Sandy Hook. The unthinkable
stories of the innocent victims and instant heroes in these situations
have seared our consciousness, leaving us reeling with grief and
disbelief. Natural disasters like Hurricanes Katrina, Rita, Sandy, and
other destructive forces have scarred our land and our people.

We are weary.

We wonder: Will we get through these turbulent times? The answer
from the pages of the Bible is a resounding YES. The story of Joseph
reveals that even when life hits us with multiple blows, with God’s help,
we will overcome. On a day like September 11, the church should
remember that what man intends for evil, God can use for good.
(Genesis 50:20)

Joseph faced a famine in his day, and he focused all his efforts on
bringing life and nourishment to all. Today we face a famine of hope.
As God’s people, let’s dispense courage and sustenance to our
generation, offering a plan and a story of God’s help and goodness.

That’s how I plan to spend 9/11 this year.

Worship and remember that God is for us (Romans 8:31), and with
His help, we’ll get through this. Let’s lead a harvest of hope, together.

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Your Turn

How will you remember the 9/11 anniversary this year? If you struggle
with the daily sense of unease for our nation and for safety, read the
story of Joseph and be reminded that God does redeem the evil of this
world and use it for good. We would love to hear from you!

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