<?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-20502826</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:26:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheatfield</title><subtitle type='html'>Encouraging single women to follow God's standard for success. "Your adornment must not be merely external...but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of the Lord." 1 Peter 3:3-4</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115725707725567217</id><published>2006-09-02T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:26:43.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye, And Hello</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll admit that that is a weird title. So let me explain...For the moment, Jen has decided that she is to busy to continue writing; so I decided that instead of changing this site, (which has been so much fun) I'd do a new one, leaving this one the way it is. For the time being, I'll be posting (though by myself) on the new site. If you are at all interested in visiting it, you may do so at &lt;a href="http://www.becoming-new.blogspot.com"&gt;www.becoming-new.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I am still in the process of working on it, so you'll have to forgive me if it's a little out of order. May God richly bless each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you decided to visit, leave a comment (even if it's just your name) so I know you did so. Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115725707725567217?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115725707725567217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115725707725567217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115725707725567217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115725707725567217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-bye-and-hello.html' title='Good Bye, And Hello'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-115604080976061766</id><published>2006-08-19T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:26:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be At Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/worship01.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/worship01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Humility is to expect nothing, to wonder at nothing done to us, to feel nothing against us. It is to be at rest when nobody praises us and when we are blamed and despised. It is to have a blessed home in the Lord where we can go in and shut the door and kneel to our Father in secret, and be at peace when all around is trouble.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrew Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115604080976061766?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115604080976061766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115604080976061766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115604080976061766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115604080976061766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-at-peace.html' title='Be At Peace'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-115544158630479666</id><published>2006-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:03:14.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6991/2140/1600/rivervalleyranch%20004%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6991/2140/320/rivervalleyranch%20004%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent a wonderful afternoon today taking a trip as a family to &lt;a href="http://www.rivervalleyranch.com/Page.cfm?Section=RVR"&gt;River Valley Ranch&lt;/a&gt;. It was so much fun enjoying the outdoors as well as each others company. To add to the fun we were able to watch as our friend compete in the rodeo (Go Aust. you were great!). What a blessing family is! If you want to see a few pictures you can do so by clicking &lt;a href="http://skatergrl22.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115544158630479666?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115544158630479666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115544158630479666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115544158630479666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115544158630479666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/family-trip.html' title='A Family Trip'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115539937318275657</id><published>2006-08-11T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:02:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though Unseen - Fearfully and Wonderfully Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/baby01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/baby01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just got back from taking a friend a meal. She was six months pregnant and the Lord decided to take her little girl home. They are crushed. But as they are believers, they are also trusting in God for His sovereign plan to be accomplished in their lives. Its times like these that I am reminded of how precious life is and how much we take it for granted. I wonder why God would take a little one, prayed for and wanted so much by its parents, and yet He continues to give children to women who will have abortions or will neglect them. I guess the only answer is that God is God and we are not. The older I get the more I realize that it’s a mistake to “try” to figure God out. We know He is righteous, all- knowing, and loving and as such He’ll always do what’s right. I guess that’s why He says to “trust” Him. Guess it wouldn’t require much trust if we already knew the outcome of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/18weeks256x257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/18weeks256x257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though this precious little girl never made it to full term, and will never be able to be held by her mommy and daddy; what a comfort it is to know that she was no less a person and as such is safe in her Heavenly Father’s arms. I can’t help but think about how our culture so nonchalantly deems these unborn little ones “not human” or “just tissue”. What a blessing to know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that life begins at conception and not birth. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139:13-16;&amp;version=49;"&gt;Psalm 139:13-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139:13-16;&amp;version=49;"&gt;16&lt;/a&gt;. Amazing! God is intimately acquainted with each life as He’s busy forming it. Each little one has the finger prints of God, to use a human analogy. Even before they are conceived He already knows them and has ordained their days. There are no mistakes with God and even though it’s a painful process, how wonderful it is that we don’t have to grieve like the world. We can acknowledge that these little ones were really alive and one day we will see them again. On that day, everything will finally make sense, and we will have the rest of eternity to spend together praising our wonderful Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look forward to having children of my own some day, as is just about every girl I know. Today though was so sobering for me, in that it made me contemplate what my response to God would be if I’m ever called to walk in my friend’s shoes. I was reminded that we have no guarantees of what our own futures might hold. And though I pray I will never have to feel this kind of pain, I realized anew that the time to rest in who God is starts before the trail. The way we react to the trails He sends our way will reveal the way we already view Him. For me, that's a sobering thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, would you please lift this friend and her husband up in prayer as they grieve, but trust in the Lord? Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115539937318275657?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115539937318275657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115539937318275657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115539937318275657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115539937318275657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/though-unseen-fearfully-and.html' title='Though Unseen - Fearfully and Wonderfully Made'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115516914101323408</id><published>2006-08-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:34:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is God Over All?</title><content type='html'>As my &lt;a href="http://www.covlife.org/"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; came to a close last Sunday, we sang a new version of the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/worship.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old song, “&lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/t/m/tmlalib.htm"&gt;Take my Life and Let It Be &lt;/a&gt;” written by Frances R. Havergal.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord for thee. Take my moments and my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;days; Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of thy love, Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for thee...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got to the added chorus (by &lt;a href="http://www.christomlin.com/2006/"&gt;Chris Tomlin&lt;/a&gt;), I felt these simple, and yet profound, words resonate within my spirit, &lt;strong&gt;“…&lt;em&gt;Here am I, ALL of me, take my life, it’s ALL for thee.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As I looked at the screen that pictured those words for all to see, I wonder how many times I just mouthed words like that, without stopping to let the full impact of them take root within my heart. I couldn’t help but ask myself the question, “Are you living out what you’re singing?” I wondered how many times, unlike the song, I was only willing to give Christ “part” of my life, while holding in reserve those areas I was not willing to have Him change me in. As I mulled over that chorus again and again in my mind, I realized that I needed to be more faithful with letting God into every area of my life, and not just the ones I’ve deemed “safe”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want Jesus as our Savior – we want to be freed from sins dark curse and punishment, but &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/worship06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/worship06.0.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how often do we struggle with letting God be “Lord” over our lives? I think we all have those few areas that we don’t want to let God into, realizing that if we do, than He might call us to change. Why is it that often times God comes across as looking like the bad guy by “taking away all of our fun?” I know I’ve been tempted to think this way saying, “God it’s not fair” or “You don’t understand”. Wow! How deceiving sin can be. Instead, I should be thankful that the God of the universe, the one who always was, always is, and always will be, takes the time to be “intimately acquainted with all my ways,” as stated in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139:3;&amp;version=49;"&gt;Psalm 139:3b&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming away from Church and all this week, I’ve been reminded that God wants our hearts and lives totally devoted to Him. He wants to be the Lord over EVERY area of our lives. He wants there to be no area we feel is too great a price to surrender to Him. I’m sharing this not because I'm good at doing it, but because I have a long way to go. And this song served as one of God's  reminders in helping me get closer to that goal one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d like the rest of the words to that song, I’ve listed them below. If you click on the title, there’s a link that will show you where you can hear a small clip (track 14) as well. Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=CD81726&amp;amp;event=CF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE MY LIFE ~Chris Tomlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord for thee&lt;br /&gt;Take my moments and my days&lt;br /&gt;Let them flow in ceaseless praise&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of thy love&lt;br /&gt;Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my voice and let me sing always only for my King&lt;br /&gt;Take my lips and let them be filled with messages for thee&lt;br /&gt;Take my silver and my gold not a mite would I withhold&lt;br /&gt;Take my intellect and use every power as you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here am I ---- all of me&lt;br /&gt;Take my life ---- it’s all for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my will and make it thine it shall be no longer mine&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart it is thine own it shall be thy royal throne&lt;br /&gt;Take my love my Lord I’ll pour at thy feet its treasure store&lt;br /&gt;Take myself and I will be ever only all for thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those powerful words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy SKoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115516914101323408?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115516914101323408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115516914101323408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115516914101323408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115516914101323408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-god-over-all.html' title='Is God Over All?'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-115465852977408600</id><published>2006-08-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:32:52.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;esus, Son of God Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; verlasting Lord is He,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; avior of a world of sinners,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; niversal King to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ought us, brought us victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; hrist is due all adoration,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; umbly born to save our race,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; uler of the whole creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ntercedes and gives us grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; aves us from sin's condemnation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; ruly worthy of all praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115465852977408600?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115465852977408600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115465852977408600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115465852977408600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115465852977408600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/jesus-christ.html' title='Jesus Christ'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115465390102626156</id><published>2006-08-02T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:14:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>Two dear friends shared these quotes with me (thanks CEF and SF). They sound simple, yet when you stop to think about them they are so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;it empties today of its strength."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Corrie ten Boom ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Live as though Christ died yesterday, rose from the grave today, and is coming back tomorrow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Theodore Epp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You'll never know that God is all you need, until God is all you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Corrie ten Boom~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115465390102626156?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115465390102626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115465390102626156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115465390102626156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115465390102626156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/08/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115431786487722543</id><published>2006-07-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:51:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl I Used To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/image138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this poem and thought it was well worth sharing. What a blessing to grow up knowing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She came tonight as I sat alone,The girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully,"Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"The great career, the splendid fame, All the wonderful things to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare?""The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me ... This slender girl that I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gently rising, I took her hand,And guided her up the stairs Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay So innocent, sweet, and fair.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that these are my only gems,And Precious they are to me;That silken robe is my Motherhood Of costly simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mansion of stately height is love, And the only career I know,Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go.&lt;br /&gt;And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,She smiled through her tears at me;And I saw the woman I am now ... Pleased I'm the girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pennyparker2.com/notice.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~ Unknown Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115431786487722543?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115431786487722543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115431786487722543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115431786487722543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115431786487722543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/girl-i-used-to-be.html' title='The Girl I Used To Be'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115413225244964287</id><published>2006-07-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:51:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/eagels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/eagels.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite Bible verses, though it's one that I’ve mentioned before, is found in 2 Corinthians 12:9 (sorry, it's different from the one on the picture! Note to a friend: at least I got the eagle right this time!!). It says, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(meaning Christ’s) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strength is sufficient for you, for My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Christ's) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strength is made perfect in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (our) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;weakness.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So many times in my life I try to accomplish things in my own strength and than become discouraged as one by one all my best efforts fail. Yet, it's the times when I am reminded of how much I do need Him, that I begin to feel His presence the most. He truly meets us when we humbly realize how weak and needy we are. And it's through Christ's strength that we are finally able to be used by Him and live in obedience to Him. I found &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?p=1006648&amp;item_no=CD1630#curr"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/"&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/a&gt; a while ago and it’s become so precious to me. If you click &lt;a href="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g230/TheWheatfield/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AmysBlog_0001.flv"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; you too can hear it. Take the time to really listen to the words and meditate on their meaning. Remember, the one who created all of this (you’ll see what I’m referring to when you click the link above) is the same one who is here to strengthen and guide each one of us. What a comforting thought! Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/not_pass_away.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115413225244964287?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115413225244964287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115413225244964287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115413225244964287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115413225244964287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-strength.html' title='Perfect Strength'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115396246993222354</id><published>2006-07-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:03:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day, not because of anything to out of the ordinary, but because I got to spend it with my little blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain…Coming from a big family, with many younger ones, it’s often so easy to look at every day as a challenge to see what I can get done and how fast. Some of the time it’s necessary to think like that, but many times, in my rush, I forget that each life is a precious gift and one that should be cherished. Being home schooled my whole life; I began homeschooling my younger siblings a few years ago after graduating. This year I’ve been teaching reading to three of our five youngest ones. If you’ve ever taught a small child to read, you’ll know it requires a LOT of patience and covering the same ground again and again; a fact that I didn’t always realize, but soon found out. When I first started out teaching I was in the “Get it done as quickly as possible so we can move on to the next thing” mode. I quickly found out that that kind of mind set leads to a frustrated teacher and students. God has been so gracious in showing me that when I think like this, I’m missing out on some of the greatest blessings he has put in my life. It’s not a battle to see how much I can accomplish; it’s a way of building relationship that will last forever. To see their faces light up when they have “finally” grasped a concept is becoming priceless. I’m learning to try to slow done and enjoy the twenty minutes (x3) that it takes to read 4 or 5 pages of an easy reader; and instead of thinking the whole time about what I need to do next, really appreciating the time I have with each one, cherishing the opportunity to be a part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to today… I took four of the children out to the library and shopping at Wal-Mart, and it was wonderful. It took twice as long to get my errands done, but we had fun. The time didn’t seem to matter as we went up and down the aisles, two in the cart and one on each side. The looks people gave me where so funny as they tried to figure out why I had so many children, while not looking old enough. I love it when people ask me “are they all yours?” I’m so tempted to just smile and leave them to figure it out!!! Even the time at the library, spending over an hour to pick out a few books was so sweet; as each one tried to find “just the right ones” while being able to fit the content into their limited vocabulary. Just in case you’re wondering…we were able to complete that mission!! And to top it of, we all shared snowballs on our beautiful drive home, windows down, enjoying the marvelous breeze. As I looked in the rearview mirror at the red stained faces, the Lord seemed to remind me that “this” is what’s most important and I felt a sweet contentment and sense of blessing wash over me. Even though upon coming home there were still unfinished things waiting for me, it didn’t seem to matter. He had blessed me with the opportunity to be apart of a much bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the oldest in a large family, I find it so easy to become annoyed or frustrated at all the seemingly endless tasks that encompass the daily care of younger ones. I’m so glad that God gives those little moments of pure pleasure to sweetly remind me of the preciousness of each one. Walking through the door and having three little sisters race to give hugs, waking up in the middle of the night to find a little one cuddled up next to me and spending the rest of the night trying not to move so I don’t end up pushing them off the bed, getting something to eat or drink and always hearing “can I have some?”, taking a nap with a baby on your lap because you can’t move or you’ll awaken him, baking and having half of your batter spilt out of the bowl by someone “trying to help”, errands that take twice as long and hardly being able to push the cart because so many are trying to ride on it, little helpers, big smiles …these are all God’s sweetest blessings in life and ones that can so easily be overlooked if we don’t stop and take the time to enjoy each and every one. For us girls, may God show us how to put into the lives of each precious younger one He’s so graciously placed in our lives. When we’re tempted to grow tired and weary, may we be reminded that they are not little forever, and the moments wasted can’t be relived. Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115396246993222354?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115396246993222354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115396246993222354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115396246993222354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115396246993222354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115352555402582073</id><published>2006-07-20T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:56:17.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Wish</title><content type='html'>Jennifer,&lt;br /&gt;This post is different from the rest, for it’s to wish you a “Happy Birthday”. You have many times been the older sister that I never had and I am grateful for that! I am &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/summer%20fun%2081%20(2).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/summer%20fun%2081%20%282%29.3.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thankful that God in His gracious plan brought us together some seven years ago and has continued, through good times and bad, to strengthen our friendship. There are many memories of the past… Skating, Hershey Park, Movie nights, Volleyball, Family Bible Fellowship, Covenant Life, Hikes, Over Nights, Crazy movies, Shopping, Phone conversations, Parties, Dinners, Cleaning, Recipes, Cookbooks, Canning, Taking care of little ones, Friend’s weddings and babies, Make-overs, Pictures, Birthdays, Mid-day chats, Midnight talks, Good cries, Learning God’s word, Sharing hopes and dreams for the future… some are sad and some are happy, but God has always strengthened us both through them all. So many times God used you to be an encouragement at just the right moment. I’ve seem God work in your life and the testimony you’ve been as you’ve accepted God’s will no matter how painful. I encourage you to “never grow weary”, you have a Savior who loves you dearly. I appreciate the time God has given us to be not only friends, but sisters in Him. I am so excited to see what God has done, is doing, and will do in your life. Keep trusting Him and following His leading. He cares for you and will never leave you or forsake you. Even when you don’t understand what He’s doing; at least you can trust that it’s for your good! Can’t wait to help you plan your wedding and meet your husband(when he finds you), he’ll be a blessed man! Besides, I haven’t gotten to be in a wedding yet and I’m looking forward to the opportunity *smile*, provided you don’t kill me for saying all this where others can read it *wink*. God bless you and continue to lead you as you love and serve Him. Always remember to, “Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 5: 19-18).&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! Love ya Sis!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115352555402582073?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115352555402582073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115352555402582073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115352555402582073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115352555402582073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-wish.html' title='A Special Wish'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115298052108660108</id><published>2006-07-15T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:36:23.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment and Answer</title><content type='html'>Back in February I did a post on Modesty entitled, &lt;a href="http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/modesty-heart-surrendered.html"&gt;"Modesty – A Heart Surrendered".&lt;/a&gt; A week or two ago I received the following comment in response to that post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It seems to me like you're suggesting God is quite petty -- human beings are obsessed with how people dress not supernatural, supreme deities.God has much bigger concerns than how you dress, as long as you're comfortable with it. I just find it hard to believe that a fair or just God would punish someone who dressed immodestly but who lived a life filled with good works and kind, helpful spirit. I doubt God would be that unfair, so I think you're completely focusing on the wrong issues.”&lt;br /&gt;~JS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to address that comment and explain why I believe this issue is important and worth taking the time to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear JS,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. In response I would like to humbly challenge some of the remarks you made. I would first like to preface this by saying that either my opinion or yours matters above what the Bible teaches. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” (2nd. Timothy 3:16-17). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But know this first of all, that no prophecy of Scripture is a matter of one’s own interpretation, for no prophecy was ever made by an act of human will, but men moved by the Holy Spirit spoke from God” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(2nd. Peter 1:20-21). Operating on the basis that you believe the Bible to be true and our ultimate authority I would like to share with you why I take the stand that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that “God has much bigger concerns than how you dress, as long as you are comfortable with it.” But the Bible says, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likewise I want women to adorn themselves with proper clothing, modestly and discreetly…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (1Timothy 2:9). In the area of dress we need to realize that our choices affect others. Even the unsaved world won’t deny the effect that a woman’s clothing can have on men. Why else do you think all the styles are becoming more and more revealing and “sexy” as women compete to out do each other in gaining attention? The desire a woman has to want to feel sought after and the physical attraction that a men has for a woman is a wonderful gift inside of marriage and a God centered relationship. The problem is that because of our sinful natures, that desire become corrupt, and thus lust enters into the picture. 1 Timothy 5:2 tells young men to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“treat younger women as sisters in all purity”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How can we expect this to take place if by our actions we are causing them to struggle with impure thoughts and desires? 1 Thessalonians 4:6 says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And that no man (or woman) transgress and defraud his brother because the Lord is the avenger in all these things”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we are not dressing appropriately than we share in the blame if our brothers in Christ, or any guy for that matter, is tempted to look at us lustfully. In the Ten Commandments (which we are all familiar with) Christ commands &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You shall not commit adultery”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Exodus 20:14). He then says in Matthew 5:28,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Christ acknowledges that lust is a problem, and that’s why we need to take serious the command to “not defraud”. I know hearing it from a guys perspective can be helpful, so I’d like to share part of a letter that I pulled from &lt;a href="http://girltalk.blogs.com/girltalk/modesty/index.html"&gt;Girl Talk &lt;/a&gt;(a blog by some well respected Christian mothers). This is what Kevin had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Each and every day is a battle – a battle against my sin, a battle against temptation, a battle against my depraved mind. Every morning I have to cry out for mercy, strength, and a renewed convection to flee youthful lusts. The Spirit is faithful to bring me the renewal I need to prepare me to do war against my sin, yet the temptation still exists. Sometimes, when I see a girl provocatively dressed, I say to myself, ‘She probably doesn’t know that a hundred and one guys are going to devour her in their minds today. But than again, maybe she does.’ To be honest, I don’t know the truth – the truth of why she chooses to dress the way she does. All I know is that the way she presents herself to the world is bait for my sinful mind to latch onto and I need to avoid it at all costs…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A lot of people would say that guys are wicked for those kinds of thoughts, but, their sin is no worse than all the ones we commit each day. Kevin’s honesty and heart to overcome these temptations is to be respected and we need to do our part to help. If we think “that’s not fair” or “why should I limit my freedom for someone else’s benefit? Just look at Philippians 2:3-4, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves, do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how “petty” we think this issue might be, we need to recognize how important it is to God. To finish up Kevin’s letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To the girls who don’t follow that pattern of the world: thank you a million times over. You are following Scripture’s commandments and helping your brothers in the process. Despite all that godly men are doing to defeat the sin of lust, they still need help, and they need you to provide it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we may be saved by grace, and there really is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No condemnation for those who are in Christ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Romans 8:1), we will still have to give an account for the way we’ve lived our lives. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (2 Corinthians 5:10). If you are truly trying to live for Christ and put Him and others first above yourself, than you’ll see why dress is just one area of importance; not because we’re worried about Christ punishing us, but because we want to obey Him out of a love for all that he has done for us. 1 Peter 1:14-16 says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As obedient children, do not be conformed to the former lusts which were yours in your ignorance, but like the Holy one who called you, be holy yourselves also in ALL your behavior; because it is written, you shall be holy, for I am holy.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Emphases added). May God show you His will for you and may you be willing to follow it, not matter what the cost. Thank you for taking the time to read this and may God bless and guide you. ~Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like more imformation on this issue here are some other resorces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girltalk.blogs.com/girltalk/modesty/index.html"&gt;Girl talk &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0940110431/102-7924428-9557748?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Does God Really Care What I Wear?&lt;/a&gt; By: &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/"&gt;Nancy Leigh DeMoss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/roh/today.php?pid=984"&gt;Resolved To Be Modest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=A1170-06-51"&gt;The Soul Of Modesty&lt;/a&gt; By: C J Mahaney (this was one of the best messages I've heard on the subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplace.com/common/shopping_cart/basket.asp"&gt;Modesty in the Real World&lt;/a&gt; (a free download from Nancy Leigh DeMoss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find these a blessing as you listen to women trying to serve the Lord in their dress. It's nice to know we're not alone. Blessings!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115298052108660108?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115298052108660108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115298052108660108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115298052108660108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115298052108660108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/comment-and-answer.html' title='Comment and Answer'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115282546240811564</id><published>2006-07-13T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:02:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!!</title><content type='html'>It’s now Thursday afternoon, my meeting is over, and I’m sitting at my work desk after an advent filled day. It all begun at 6:00 this morning as I pulled myself out of bed, having only had 4 hours of sleep the night before. At the time, I didn’t think the lack of sleep was a bad thing considering that I had had an awesome talk with my sister the night before, and my brother, Joe, was the one who was going to be driving. I figured I could at least rest on the way down to the conference, or so I thought. Anyways, as I got ready, I found out that one of my favorite shirts, which had just gotten washed, was also bleached by accident. From that point on my morning only got worse. Sadden by this first incident, I finished getting ready and arrive downstairs to find out that Joe hadn’t looked up the directions. So, to the basement we went to figure out just &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/traffic-on-95-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/traffic-on-95-n.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where we were going. I typed up Mapquest, which I use all the time, but today, for some unknown reason, it decided not to work. Every time I typed in the address it would delete part of it, and so after ten minutes of deliberation, I was finally able to acquire my much needed information. The Marriott Hotel, where the meeting was being held at, ended up being a different direction than we originally had anticipated. Panic began to set in as I realized that we would need to take 15 and 270; which would be submerged with major rush hour traffic. “Oh well” I thought, “at least I’m not the one who has to drive”. At this point, Joe promptly announced a change in plans and informed me that I would need to drive because his wallet and license were in John’s truck (John having already left for work). By now my nerves were on edge as I rushed out the door to “try” to make it on time considering the traffic I now would be in the middle of. Finally on 15 and then 270, I wondered what the rest of my day would be like. Driving in bumper to bumper traffic I remember thinking that the only things left that could happen were 1. I would get in an accident or 2. I could die, and for the Christian, that would only be a promotion (it’s amazing the over dramatic thought process you go thought when you’re frazzled). Anyway, no sooner than I thought this, guessed what happened? No, I’m not dead, lol, and so that leaves only one other thing and you guessed it – the accident. It was in the middle of stop and go traffic that the vehicle behind me didn’t stop soon enough, the back of my car thus getting hit by the fount of his. I sat there for a minute, shook up and thinking, “no way, I can’t believe this”. But even in instances like this one, it’s truly amazing to see God’s hand at work. There “just happened” to be a police car driving right beside him as he hit me. The police lady was able to pull the guy over and get all of his information, which was such a blessing. Turned out that the accident sounded worse than it really was and besides a few scratches (that can be taken care of with a paint job), my car was fine. And so we finished our trek down to Gaithersburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/waswg_phototour11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/waswg_phototour11.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived a little late, and had to stand in the back; but the meeting went well. The &lt;a href="http://marriott.com/property/viewallphotos/waswg"&gt;Washingtonian Marriott Hotel &lt;/a&gt;was beautiful with all of its chandeliers and fancy décor; it was actually a lot of fun to see it! I learned how to use our builder’s new system, or at least I hope I did, got to meet some of the people that I’ve had contact with via e-mail and phone, and learned a little more about the ins and outs of my dad’s business. All in all it was a really neat opportunity and experience. After the meeting, which o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/photo4_720x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/photo4_720x480.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nly lasted two hours instead of three, we ran into one of our friends who is trying to do some roofing for this builder. He and Joe decided to grab a bite to eat before traveling back home. We ended up going to the &lt;a href="http://www.shopwashingtonian.com/"&gt;Washingtonian Center&lt;/a&gt;; which is the courtyard at the end of the hotel meeting halls. It was beautiful and had a little bit of a downtown feel, only on a much smaller scale of course. The water was beautiful a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/photo10_720x540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/photo10_720x540.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd the little shops so quaint. It was the highlight of my day! On the way home, I was able to stop at the store and try to repurchase the shirt that an anonymous (we call him Mr. Nobody, and he strikes quite often in a family of 13, lol) member of my family had ruined. The one I stopped by ended up having it, (which was amazing, because I had noticed that most of the stores were all sold out). And so, I ended my afternoon a little smarter (I hope) and in every other way, things worked out! I am thankful, now more than ever, that I can be a part of the “business world” from my home. God is so gracious and good and everything does always work out, maybe not the way we expect, but it’s never because He’s not in control! Oh yeah, and today is my dad’s birthday, so I’m off to work on his cake; trying out a recipe with some of my own changes – could either be scary or exciting!! Until next time…Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115282546240811564?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115282546240811564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115282546240811564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115282546240811564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115282546240811564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished!!'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115250273733775608</id><published>2006-07-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:39:34.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>Warning: This isn’t a spiritual post it’s more an expressive one!! And may not make sense if you dont personally know me.&lt;br /&gt;A few years back the Lord blessed my dad’s company with getting in with one of Maryland’s biggest builders. Working for them has been really good; but with size comes less personal dealings and more red tape which, took some getting used to (all the other builders we deal with are more localized and less technical, for lack of a better word), and so I’ve been helping to figure out how to get our company from a brief case to the more technical PC age. The reason for this is because my dad doesn’t even know how to turn the computer on and hopes, I might add, to keep it that way!! LOL. Needless to say, the job of computerizing some of our data had fallen to me (one of the worlds most un-technical people) to learn and then teach my sister. Funny, at this point that would kinda be like the blind leading the blind, but it’ll be fun trying, hehehe. Okay that might be a little too dramatic of a statement, but only slightly. Moving on, I was informed at the end of this week that I would be taking the place of my dad in attending a business meeting, or more like a three hour lecture, on working with the newest computerized system for biding and pricing the houses. My first thought was, no way!! I’m not the person for this job (If you know me then you’ll probably know that this environment is WAY out of my comfort zone) but, since my “boss” is also my dad, I was quickly over ruled. Making the best out of an otherwise nerve-wrecking (for me anyhow) situation, I'm deciding to look at it as an opportunity to “get out of my box” and enter, if only for a day, (and in a small way) into the “business world”. It should be interesting to see and deal with a whole different environment then I’m used to. Although I think I’ll still quote, “I can do ALL things, through Christ who strengthens me” a whole lot in the meantime. At this point you’re probable thinking I’m a little crazy; but, my work as a homemaker and a class room environment/company meeting might as well be as different as black and white or night and day. And so as Thursday approaches……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115250273733775608?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115250273733775608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115250273733775608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115250273733775608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115250273733775608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the Box'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115223109791259630</id><published>2006-07-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:11:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appearance of Evil</title><content type='html'>I’ve been reading a book by &lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/"&gt;Josh Harris &lt;/a&gt;entitled, “Not Even a Hint”. (Note to friend: I’m finally finished! Thanks for recommending it!!)  One of the chapters I gleaned a lot from was called “Half a poison pill won’t kill you” and dealt with examining our attitudes towards sin and the things we allow ourselves to participate in; including the influence we allow the media and entertainment to have in our lives. I found it to be very revealing of how easy it is for us to participate in sins that are clearly wrong, while justifying them because, “it’s only a movie, music, or magazine”. Here is a section from that chapter and a few verses I found to be challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When in college, the famous evangelist John Wesley wrote a letter to his mother asking her to give him a clear description of sin” This was her answer, “&lt;em&gt;Take this rule: whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God, or takes off the relish of spiritual things; in short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that thing is sin to you, however innocent  it may be in itself.” ~Susanna Wesley. &lt;/em&gt;“It doesn’t matter what something is rated, or how popular it is, or how seemingly innocent it appears. If it hardens your heart toward God, if it obscures your awareness of the ugliness of sin and the holiness of God, if it takes the edge off your spiritual hunger, then it’s sin.” ~Josh Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that’s hard stuff, but so full of truth. Walking out the Christian life is more than just obeying the letter of the law; it’s refusing to participate in things that have even the slightest appearance of evil. How much sin is God okay with? Well, to quote Josh Harris, “Not even a hint”. That’s at times tough, especially since Satan has done such a good job of convincing us that as long as it is someone else doing the actual sinning, then it’s okay for us to watch/listen to. We tend to forget how detrimental any influence that isn’t godly has on our spirits.  “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Test everything. Hold fast to the good. Avoid every kind of evil” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(1 Thessalonians 5:21-22). David says to the Lord, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be careful to lead a blameless life- when will you come to me? I will walk in my house with a blameless heart. I will set before my eyes no vile thing. The deeds of faithless men I hate; they will not cling to me. Men of perverse heart shall be far from me; I will have nothing to do with evil”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Psalm 101:2-4). To be honest, if I asked myself if I hate sin as much as I should; I’d have to answer “no, I don’t”. Sin can be so easy to justify or rationalize. This chapter was a clear challenge to me to be aware and alert at what I am allowing to become “normal” based on my culture and the latest trends or entertainment. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Galatians 6:7-8). This job is too hard for us; but, remember who we have working in us, it’s not too tough for Him. We are a blessed people, are we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115223109791259630?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115223109791259630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115223109791259630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115223109791259630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115223109791259630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/appearance-of-evil.html' title='The Appearance of Evil'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115204101058751128</id><published>2006-07-04T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:31:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Kinds of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/flag.0.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the spring of 1776, Thomas Jefferson, with the help of Benjamin Franklin, Robert Livingston, James Adams, and Roger Sherman, were elected to work on a document that would declare to all that America wanted her freedom and was will to fight for it. Weeks later on July 4, 1776 that “Declaration of Independence” would be adopted by the Continental Congress. What would ensue was the continuation of a six year war against England to ensure that that freedom would be procured and sustained. Over 25, 000 valiant American Revolutionaries would give up their lives in the pursuit to reach that liberation. Today we celebrate that freedom, the freedom from oppression, the freedom to worship our God, the freedom of speech, the freedom to raise our families as we believe right, the freedom to chose our occupation and life’s goals, just to name a few. This freedom, though free to us, was very costly to those who fought so valiantly and died so bravely. Let us remember them this day and thank the Lord for them and for His goodness to us as a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate this earthly freedom, let us also take the time to remember another kind of freedom that was granted to us; one that once obtained can never be taken away, one that costs us nothing but required the greatest sacrifice, one that doesn’t end when we take our last breath, but will endure forever. The price of that liberation was paid for with the precious blood of our holy and perfect Lord. That freedom was the freedom from our sins and deaths dark reign over us; and our eternal acceptance into the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But God demonstrated His own love towards us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him. Knowing this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that our old self was crucified with Him, in order that our body of sin might be done away with, so that we would no longer be slaves to sin; for he who has died is free from sin. And having been freed from sin, you become slaves to righteousness. But now having been freed from sin and enslaved to God, you derive your benefit, resulting in sanctification and the outcome, eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” Romans 5:8-9, 6:6, 7, 18, 22-23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/in%20Christ.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/in%20Christ.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and death.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Romans 8:1-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July; I hope each and every one of you will enjoy living in both your earthly freedom and even greater your spiritual freedom, which is everlasting. Praise God! We really do have a reason to celebrate!!! Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115204101058751128?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115204101058751128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115204101058751128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115204101058751128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115204101058751128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-kinds-of-freedom.html' title='Two Kinds of Freedom'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115193008486391762</id><published>2006-07-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T05:38:41.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Guy</title><content type='html'>While reading a magazine one day I came across this poem and though it was worth sharing. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The perfect guy is kind to me in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy provides for me, no matter what he pays.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy would die for me, though I surely was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy did die for me – his life came to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy went through hell to see that I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy defeated death after three days in the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you know Who I refer to as I bring this to an end.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect guy is Jesus and He saved me from my sins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly; My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You, In a dry and weary land where there is no water…To see your power and Your glory. Because your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips will praise you…My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness, And my mouth offers praise with joyful lips…For you have been my help, and in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy. My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Psalm 63: 1-8. Isn't our God great?? Blessings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115193008486391762?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115193008486391762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115193008486391762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115193008486391762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115193008486391762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-guy.html' title='The Perfect Guy'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115171876224295095</id><published>2006-06-30T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:20:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In it, Not of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We live in an age where the lines between living in the world and being of it are beginning to blur. Christians don’t stand out as different anymore, and as a general consensus the church and its trends as a whole are only a few years behind our secular society. It manifests itself in our standards, relationships, goals, the things we wear, do and say. Most of all it makes itself evident in the way we pursue our relationship with Christ. How easy is it to play a game, chill on the computer, watch a movie, listen to music, go shopping, hang out with a friend, (the list goes on) yet all the while never thinking to use that time to read our Bibles and pray? How common is it to wake up with our thoughts centered on “what I want to accomplish”, rather than “what does Christ want to do through me”? Also, why is it that so often the time He does reveal what he wants from us, obedience can feel like such a burden? Ever feel like it’s a constant struggle between being a part of this world and living for heaven? I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asking myself the question, “what does it mean when John says in 1 John 2:15-17, ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not love the world nor the things in the world, if anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in Him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father but from the world. The world is passing away, and also its lust, but the one who does the will of God lives forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.’” And again in James 2:27 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this…to keep oneself unstained by the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” Not that we can accomplish this on our own; but, somehow God in His perfect character provides the strength to overcome the world and its lusts, without forcing us to do so, as not to make us like robots. He is faithful to give us strength, but we have to be willing to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my original point, I really believe that it’s so easy for us as believers to be sidetracked by the things that our world pushes at us; and to begin to creep as close as possible to the edge of secularism, while comforting ourselves that we’re not totally identical to those unsaved. How much is too much? I’m not so arrogant as to think I have the answer to that, but I think it’s worth all of us considering. There is such a push today for freedom in Christ, and though we are not bound anymore to the law, that doesn’t mean that we are called to accept anything and everything. Christ has set us free, but does anyone ever stop to consider why he set us free? Everyone is always quick to ask the question “what’s wrong with it? (myself included)”, but how many actually take the time to ask “What’s right with it?” Just because we have the freedom to do something, does that mean we should? On the other hand, there are things that aren’t necessarily bad; but sometime something else is just better. Did Christ set us free from the bondage of sin so that we could get fulfillment from doing what we want? Or did he set us free from sin so that we could serve Him? “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you were called to freedom brethren; only do not turn your freedom into an opportunity for the flesh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” Galatians 5:13. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your behavior excellent among the gentiles, so that in the things in which they slander you as evil doers, they may because of your deeds, as they observe them, glorify God in the day of visitation. Act as free men, and do not use your freedom as a covering for evil, but use it as bond-slaves of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” 1 Peter 2:12 ,16. Does being a bond-slave denote doing what we want? You may ask, “So I was set free from one thing to be bound to another?” In a way, yes! Christ set us free from death and sin so that we could have our sins forgiven and find the strength, through Him, to live lives of obedience to Him. Though sometimes it may not feel like it, living for Christ is the only thing that will bring true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ has given us the power to be set free from the love of this world, so that we can love Him. And how do we love Him? 1 John 5:2-4, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and observe His commandments. For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments; and His commandments are not burdensome. For whatever is born of God overcomes the world; and this is the victory that has overcomes the world – our faith. Who is the one who overcomes the world, but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the things I have been thing about and struggling through; a few of the many questions I’ve been evaluating my own life by. I hope that this serves as “food for though” and that it will encourage you to go before God with an open heart and a willing spirit. May God grant us all strength as we seek to live this life in preparation for the next, and may we always choose a life that mirrors the Savior we serve. Blessings in Christ to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelzak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115171876224295095?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115171876224295095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115171876224295095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115171876224295095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115171876224295095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-it-not-of-it.html' title='In it, Not of it'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115155275093474916</id><published>2006-06-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:02:27.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth does not become weary or tired. His strength is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and men stumble badly, yet those who wait on the Lord will gain a new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary.” Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Margi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/Margi%27s%20Grad%20189.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay! So you’re probably thinking “That is not an eagle”. Guess what? I know! But I think the principle still applies!! I took this picture over the weekend while on a trip to Delaware. Isn’t God majestic in His creations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115155275093474916?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115155275093474916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115155275093474916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115155275093474916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115155275093474916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-eagles.html' title='As Eagles'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115033899810884693</id><published>2006-06-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:39:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from Mr. Bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/control.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/control.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago a friend lent me a book by &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/html/authors/1261.html"&gt;Jerry Bridges &lt;/a&gt;(thanks to that friend, for I found it very beneficial and challenging) entitled, &lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/Store/Product/1576839311.html"&gt;“Is God Really in Control?” &lt;/a&gt;Below are just a few of the quotes that I found especially encouraging and insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Obeying God is worked out within the well-defined boundaries of God’s revealed will. But trusting God is worked out in an arena that has no boundaries. We do not know the extent, the duration, or the frequency of the painful, adverse circumstances in which we must frequently trust God…it is just as important to trust God as it is to obey Him…when we fail to trust God, we doubt His sovereignty and question His goodness…faith to trust God in adversity comes through the word of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God in His love always wills what is best for us. In His wisdom He always knows what is best and in His sovereignty He always has the power to bring it about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be anxious about anything…but in everything by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.’ (Philippians 4:6) If God is not sovereign we have no assurance that He is able to answer our prayers. While God’s sovereignty, along with His wisdom and love is the foundation of our trust in Him, prayer is the expression of that trust.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must be transformed more and more into the likeness of Christ.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ‘It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ Psalm 119:71. Most godly character traits can only be developed through adversity. ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ears heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ Job 4:2-5.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t receive God’s grace for times of trouble (or needs) until we need it, but we never receive it to late. God doesn’t give twenty years of grace today; rather He gives it day by day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I especially like this point, because, I tend to look to the future and wonder how everything will turn out, or how I will handle all that God might bring my way. But He’s already taken care of that, all He asks me to do is trust in His sovereignty and strength.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adversities develop the “spiritual muscle systems” of our lives.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Were it not for tribulation I should not understand the Scriptures.” ~Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Christian life is meant to be active not passive. The Christian is called to pursue with perseverance the will of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mistakenly thought I could not trust God unless I felt like trusting Him…now I am learning that trusting God is first of all a matter of the will, and is NOT dependent on my feelings. I choose to trust God and my feeling eventually follow. Having been exposed to the knowledge of the truth, we must choose whether to believe the truth about God, which He has revealed to us, or whether to follow our own feelings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We should always pray in an attitude of humble acceptance of that which is God’s will. Sometime God’s will is deliverance from adversity; sometimes, it is the provision of grace to accept the adversity. Above all else, our response to adversity should be to seek God’s glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~All of the above quoted from Jerry Bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this be a blessing to you as you seek to obey and trust in His sovereign plan and will for your life, no matter what that may bring your way! Blessings in our Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115033899810884693?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115033899810884693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115033899810884693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115033899810884693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115033899810884693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/wisdom-from-mr-bridges.html' title='Wisdom from Mr. Bridges'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-115025171358613045</id><published>2006-06-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:28:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>My sister just graduated this Sunday. I was so very proud of her and the godly values she has come to embrace as she starts this new phase of her life. My parents have been very faithful in teaching their children that, though academics are important, even more so is the character you take with you into the years ahead. As I was listening to my sister share with the audience her goals and plans for the future, I was delighted and encouraged by her understanding of her role as a woman and her heart for serving God with her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back over the years since I graduated, I was&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/blog.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; contemplating some of the lessons that the Lord had taught me. I can remember entering that new phase in my life with the same goals of waiting on God to get married and have children, while in the mean time, staying at home under my parent’s authority, caring for my siblings and the needs of our family while learning to be a keeper at home. I can also remember a time shortly there after that I began to let the world and its priorities and lies penetrate my thinking. Staying at home became boring and I began to lose my contentment in waiting on God. I felt as if my life was going no where and that I needed to find my own way to feel fulfilled. My parent’s authority became a burden that I was made to bear instead of a blessing that I thanked God for; and, my brothers and sisters became obstacles to doing what I wanted to do. My attitude in general was anything other than that of being totally surrendered to God’s will for my life. I can remember one time in particular. We had 10 children at the time. My mom was busy taking care of the littlest one and helping dad with his business, and so a lot of the household responsibilities fell to my sister and I. At this time I began to fell just plain tired. Tired of, at the age of twenty-one, being responsible for helping to care for all the little ones, making meals, doing the shopping, cleaning, doing paper work, helping to home school, and doing other responsibilities that come with living in such a large family. In the midst of this frustration, my mom announced that number eleven was on the way. I can remember a sense of dread, not at the thought of a little one (for I love babies), but of all the work that would be required all over again. Thankfully, the Lord quickly reminded me how selfish my attitude was and I was able to deal with it. Looking back well over a year ago, I can’t imagine what I must have been thinking. For now I have the cutest six month old brother that brings more joy with one smile then anything else in the world could! As I remember this and attitudes like this one, I know the problem was that I so easily lost sight of the reason I was here; and, I began to let the world’s value system have a foothold in my life. I began to look at all the responsibilities that God had given me as road blocks that kept me from doing what I though would make me happy; rather than realizing they were the very thing that God wanted me to find my contentment and joy in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more I realize how easy it is to be deceived by the world’s views, priorities, and values. Unless we are spending time diligently searching out God’s will and being surrendered to obeying it, then God will always be an add on to our lives. I realized that there is a difference between fitting God into my life and letting Him be my life. One way is holding onto my own wants and desires and choosing the areas where I want Him to be Lord. And the other is realizing that He is the Lord over every area of my life and being willing to follow Him in obedience no matter where that may lead and what that might cost. I know this in my head, but I still struggle daily to surrender my heart. I guess that’s why Heaven will be so perfect, no more struggling to do what’s right, no more self to always have to put to death. When we lose sight of the fact that our lives are not our own, then we begin to look at them in light of what “I want” and not what God’s will is. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good acceptable and perfect.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Romans 12:1-2. We renew our minds by making sure that our thinking is based on and in accordance to God’s word. Spending time sitting at the Lord’s feet and being surrendered to learning His will for our lives is the only way that we can stay focused and not fall into the lies and traps that everyday are put in our paths. Ephesians 2:1-10&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “And you were dead in your trespasses and sin, in which you formerly walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in the sons of disobedience. Among them we too all formally lived in the lusts of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest. But God being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in out transgressions, made us alive together with Christ, and raised us up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the ages to come He might show the surpassing riches of His grace and kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works (not to gain our salvation, but in gratefulness for it) which God has prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that God put people in my life that didn’t let me stay in the pit that I was in, but faithfully prayed for and encouraged me to look at the greater purpose of life and get out of my little world. Not that I don’t from time to time climb back in, but the times are less frequent and don’t last as long. I will always struggle with “self” and with “not being conformed to this world” but I find comfort that I have a God who is faithful even when I am not. That gives me a confidence to go on each day and continue to try, though I fall from time to time.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Psalm 40:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I wanted to share with you one more verse that has encouraged me lately. If we choose by God’s strength to live a life surrendered to His will and live in obedience to Him, then we need to be prepared to stand alone if need be. This for me is a lot easier said than done. I am blessed to have parents, siblings, and friends that are saved; but, even with that, there are still people like my grandparents and aunts and uncles who think that the way I live and my goals are just plain weird. For some of you, it might be your parents, brothers, sisters, or even the people at work that you have to spend day after day with. If you are ever tempted to be discouraged by the looks they give you or the comments they are always making because of the way you live your life, then take heart, Galatians 1:10 says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant to Christ.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; May you find comfort in this and a strengthened determination as I have to stand alone if need be in order to stand for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted By: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-115025171358613045?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115025171358613045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=115025171358613045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115025171358613045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/115025171358613045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114869513285356004</id><published>2006-05-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:57:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/prayer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/prayer.0.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was little my mom would always read me this poem in the morning before we prayed and started our day. Even now it’s still so easy for me to jump into the tasks of the day; without taking the time to acknowledge my dependence, on the One who gives me the strength to accomplish those tasks in the first place. Over the years this has been a constant reminder that my best efforts will amount to nothing, if not backed with a conscious reliance on my Savior. Thanks mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish that I didn’t take time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me,&lt;br /&gt;And heaver came each task.&lt;br /&gt;“Why doesn’t God help me? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;He answered, “You didn’t ask.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty,&lt;br /&gt;But the day toiled on gray and bleak;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why God didn’t show me.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “But you didn’t seek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come into God’s presence;&lt;br /&gt;I used all my keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and loving chided,&lt;br /&gt;“My child, you didn’t knock.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning,&lt;br /&gt;And paused before entering the day;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish that&lt;br /&gt;I had to take time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114869513285356004?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114869513285356004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114869513285356004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114869513285356004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114869513285356004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114791868206538485</id><published>2006-05-17T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:09:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Nat%27l%20Parks%2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Nat%27l%20Parks%2023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the celebration of Mother's Day, I wanted to write some thoughts about my own mother.   She is a woman I greatly admire and who has, in so many ways, shown me more of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was a loving and devoted wife to my father for the 20 years that they were together.  She loved and respected him and my father adored her.  She served him and gave of herself in many ways.  Dad loved to talk to mom  about anything and everything.  He valued her opinion and loved her company.  Their "date nights" were a regular occurrence during their wedded years and they enjoyed many vacations together.  My dad was a Physicians Assistant at Shady Grove Hospital and would attend various CME (Continued Medical Education) conferences.   These conferences would be held at different locations around the country.  I remember mom and dad traveling to San Diego for one of these conferences.  They enjoyed many vacations just the two of them.  These times deepened their relationship as they were able to just focus on the other without the demands of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has also given herself over to her children.  I often look at my younger siblings and observe how happy they are.  I strongly believe this is due to having a content, joyful mother.  My brothers adore their mother and they have so much fun with her! Mom has invested her time in my brothers lives and has developed a trusting relationship with each one.  One thing that mom started doing awhile ago was taking each child out individually for a meal and "mom time."  You can imagine how exited they each get when they know it is their turn to go out with Mom!   My brothers are also very protective of their mother!  It is so sweet to watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am increasingly grateful for my friend and mother.  There have been countless times when she has put down whatever she is doing to listen to me as I either relay the events of the day or pour my heart out to her.  She has always given wise counsel and encouragement that stems from her own relationship with Lord.  We also have wonderful times together!  We have enjoyed many shopping/lunch dates.  I think the best memories that mom and I have together are those of our trip out to San Diego.....driving!  I had a blast with mom as we drove many miles and many hours to reach the west coast. And.. we did it again when I came back to MD!  We enjoyed the beauty of the Grand Canyon and Yosemite Park together.  We marveled at the majestic greatness of the Sequoias at Sequoia National Park.  All the hours in the car gave us wonderful times to talk, chat and just enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a content and joyful woman.  I have observed her life very closely since my fathers death 5 1/2 years ago and I continue to marvel at God's goodness to her.  So many people have wondered how she would be able to continue without a husband and mothering 10 children, most of them boys!  Yet, God has met the many needs that are in our family and He has met them so abundantly!  I have observed how a woman can be testimony to the fact that God is truly enough while she walks through a situation that many would say is impossible to handle.  My mom is an incredible example to me of this.  She has, by the grace of God, grown closer in her walk with the Lord since the death of her husband and lives her role as a single mother in a joyful manner.  She has found the Lord to be fully trustworthy and that speaks volumes to her children as well as those around her.  She finds her fulfillment in the Lord and then is able to give of herself to those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is  a gift to our family and I know that my siblings and I " rise up and call her blessed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114791868206538485?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114791868206538485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114791868206538485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114791868206538485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114791868206538485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114728212737114270</id><published>2006-05-10T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:29:52.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from George Mueller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/mullersm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/mullersm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;“In what way shall we attain to this settled happiness of soul? How shall we learn to enjoy God? How shall we obtain such an all-sufficient soul-satisfying portion in Him as shall enable us to let go the things of this world as vain and worthless in comparison? I answer; this happiness is to be obtained through study of the Holy Scriptures. God has therein revealed Himself unto us in the face of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we know of God, the happier we are…When we become a little acquainted with God…our true happiness…commenced; and the more we become acquainted with Him, the more truly happy we become. What will make us so exceedingly happy in heaven? It will be the fuller knowledge of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now…I would give a few hints to my younger fellow-believers as to the way in which to keep spiritual enjoyment. It is absolutely needful…we should read regularly through Scriptures, consecutively, and not pick out here and there a chapter. If we do, we remain spiritual dwarfs. I tell you so affectionately. For the first four years after my conversion I made no progress, because I neglected the Bible. But when I regularly read on through the whole with reference to my own heart and soul, I directly made progress. Then my peace and joy continued more and more. Now I have been doing this for 47 years. I have read through the whole Bible about 100 times and I always find it fresh when I begin again. Thus my peace and joy have increased more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that the most important thing I had to do was to give myself to the reading of the word of God, and to meditate on it…What is the food of the inner man? … the word of God; and…not the simple reading if the word of God, so that it only passes through our minds, just as water runs through a pipe, but the considering what we read, pondering over it, and applying it to our hearts.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblebelievers.com/george_muller/"&gt;~George Mueller &lt;/a&gt;(1805-1898)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114728212737114270?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114728212737114270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114728212737114270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114728212737114270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114728212737114270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/wisdom-from-george-mueller.html' title='Wisdom from George Mueller'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114719620727983196</id><published>2006-05-09T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:08:45.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible and Knowing God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve been reading a book called “&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/product/1581346522"&gt;When I Don’t Desire God- How to Fight for Joy,&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt;. One of the many topics it deals with is how much time we are spending in God’s word. God’s word is our main way to get to know our Savior and to be equipped for this life; yet, it's the one thing that more often than not gets pushed to the back burner. How quickly it gets crowded out for the things we deem “more important” at the moment. Is it any wonder that at times we feel so empty and joyless as we try to encounter life’s problems in our own strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so very important that we take the time to sit at Christ’s feet and let His teachings penetrate our lives. Not to look at it as “putting our time in” but to view it as spending time with our friend. To memorize it, meditate on it, and let it change us. We need to make this a daily priority or it will be the first thing to be removed off our list when we are sidetracked either by legitimate problems and responsibilities or even our own selfish desires. I often wonder why it’s so easy for me to watch a movie, play a game and sometime even clean my house, but taking 20 minutes to read and meditate on God’s word seems like such a burdensome task? It’s because I’m not seeing it for what it really is; an opportunity to go beyond a surface knowledge and enter into deep abiding fellowship with my Savior; in which, I can become more like Him and less like this world. It’s the avenue that He gives us to love the things that He loves and hate the things He hates. It’s the path that He leads us down to transform our desires and goals into ones that mirror His image. It’s also how God reveals His character to us so that we can come to appreciate our magnificent Creator. Nancy Leigh DeMoss puts it this way, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Developing intimacy with the Lord Jesus requires a conscious, deliberate choice. It is a choice to spend time sitting at His feet and listening to His words. It’s a choice to put Him first, above all our responsibilities and tasks. Nothing – absolutely nothing is more important.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God’s word is our strength:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My soul weeps because of grief; strengthen me according to Your word.” Psalm 119:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is good for me that I was afflicted, that I may learn your statues.” Psalm 119:71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Every word of God is pure; He is a shield unto them that put their trust in Him.” Proverbs 30:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Guard against Sin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How can a young man keep His way pure? By keeping it according to Your word.” Psalm 119:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your word have I treasures in my heart, that I might not sin against You.” Psalm 119:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Be killing sin or it will be killing you….this book (the Bible) will either keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from this book.” ~John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the powers of darkness are arrayed against you, and aim to destroy your joy forever, nothing is more precious then to have the word of God ready for the battle.” ~John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Help in Prayer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The reason the abiding of Christ’s word in us results in answer prayer is that it changes us into the kind of people who love what He loves, so that we ask for things according to His will. This is not absolute. It is progressive. The more we know about the living Christ by communion with Him in His word, the more our desires become spiritual like His desires, instead of just worldly. This is what David meant when he said in Psalm 34:4 &lt;em&gt;‘Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.’&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;~John Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Guidance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light unto my path.” Psalm 119:105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of the armor of God:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God…” Ephesians 6:13-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find encouragement in the goodness of our Lord and may we all be able to echo with the psalmist... &lt;em&gt;“I will meditate on Your precepts and regard Your ways. I shall delight in Your statues; I shall not forget your word.”&lt;/em&gt; Psalm 119:15-16. Blessings to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114719620727983196?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114719620727983196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114719620727983196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114719620727983196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114719620727983196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/bible-and-knowing-god.html' title='The Bible and Knowing God'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114660021118596325</id><published>2006-05-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:40:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald Reagan and Frances Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Ronald%20Reagan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Ronald%20Reagan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing to read a wonderful biography on Ronald Reagan. I was always intrigued by the man yet knew so little about him. I wanted to find out more about Reagan remembering how my dad so highly respected him. A friend recommended &lt;a href="http://http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0142001686/sr=1-1/qid=1146600225/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-0060671-0398257?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;When Character Was King&lt;/a&gt; and I have been enjoying finding out more about the incredible president we had.&lt;br /&gt;One aspect to Reagan that I admire as I read more about his life, is the way he put people first. People were important to him and he made them a priority. A story I read in this book captures the way he treated others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins, " Frances Green was an eighty-three-year-old woman who lived by herself in a rough neighborhood in Daly City, CA. She supported herself on Social Security and had very little money. But for eight years she'd been sending either a dollar a year or a dollar a month to the Republican National Committee. That was her party, and she loved it. And she loved Ronald Reagan." The story continues that she was invited to go to the White House and meet President Reagan. She did not notice the RSVP note on the bottom, however. Frances was thrilled. She&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/white_house_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/white_house_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saved up all her money and took a train to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Frances arrived, she went to the White House and waited in line to be let in. When she finally got up to the gate and told the security guard her name, he replied that her name was not on the list and that she would not be aloud in. Another guard, seeing this interaction, went up to her, told her to leave everything to him and to come back on Tuesday morning. Frances was disappointed, but obeyed this kind man. Reagan was notified of the woman who had come from CA and said that he wanted to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning came, and Frances again went to the White House. This day, however was proving to be an unusually busy day for the President. The guard knew that this woman would not be able to see him, yet he still gave Frances a thorough tour. At the end of the tour, he took her by the Oval Office hoping that they might be able to get a glimpse of the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan saw Frances and the guard and gestured for them to come into the Oval Office.&lt;br /&gt;The story continues, " Reagan is behind his desk and he rises and calls out, ' Frances!' He says, ' Those old computers, they fouled up again! If I'd known you were coming, I would have come out there to get you myself!' Reagan gave Frances a lot of his time and they talked of California. He cared for an elderly woman who was all alone and could not give him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114660021118596325?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114660021118596325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114660021118596325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114660021118596325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114660021118596325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/ronald-reagan-and-frances-green.html' title='Ronald Reagan and Frances Green'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114670988162205081</id><published>2006-05-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:35:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Cookies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/1428296445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/1428296445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not spiritual and will mean nothing to some of you, so if it seems a little weird, I apologize. But since a small contest a few months ago; I've been trying to figure out why chocolate chip cookies bake flat at times. Besides the butter being too soft, I've found (for me, anyways) that they rise much better if mixed by hand instead of mixer. Not sure if this is scientifically true or I'm just a bad cook and that's why I've had so much trouble; but, I've found it a neat little trick that works for me:-)&lt;br /&gt;                             Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114670988162205081?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114670988162205081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114670988162205081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114670988162205081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114670988162205081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/better-cookies.html' title='Better Cookies?'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114653585148382313</id><published>2006-05-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:14:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/mountains.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/mountains.0.jpg" width="463" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are you ways My ways; declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there without watering the earth and making it bear and sprout, and furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater, So shall My words be which goes forth from My mouth; it shall not return empty, without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a verse! These were the words the Lord spoke in Isaiah 55:8. I think of how many times I try my best to accomplish something and despite all my efforts feel like it’s not working out. God on the other hand, He speaks and it’s accomplished. Think about Creation in the book of Genesis, can you imagine making something out of absolutely nothing, and just by speaking a word? (Boy, forget making something out of nothing, I’d just like to be able to make something that’s already been created do what I wanted it to. Ah, what bliss it would be to say to that pile of dishes in my sink “be clean” and it actually happened! Kinda like in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058331/"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;, everything takes care of itself with one word and not an ounce of physical labor... it’s something to dream about anyways!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness I think we can become so used to hearing about the wonderful attributes of our God that we come to take them for granted. I know I do. I begin to doubt His ways and instead of trusting Him, I begin to believe the lie that things will work out better if I take matters in my own hands. I think of how many times in my life growing up that I had “my way” of doing things and thought it was better than God’s. Oh how much time I wasted trying to make my plans work out. And you know the amazing thing? They never turned out the way I anticipated. On the other hand, I can remember times that I was so tried of trying to do things by my own strength; that in desperation I gave them over to the Lord and like the faithful father that He is, He worked everything out beyond my wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for you all this is not a struggle, but for me it’s a daily struggle to mentally place my plans, dreams, desires and hopes in my Savior’s precious hands. I find it comforting to be reminded that God’s ways are higher then I could ever imagine or even contemplate. He sees the big picture when all I can see is my tiny little world. Is it any wonder that I can’t understand His ways? There are so many times I am tempted to doubt His ability to work in my life; yet the truth is, God speaks and it’s done. All creation is in submission to Him and even each breath we take is empowered by the words of His mouth. And so, God is fully in control and can ALWAYS be trusted! May we remember this week, what a mighty God we serve. God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114653585148382313?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114653585148382313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114653585148382313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114653585148382313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114653585148382313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/05/higher-ways.html' title='Higher Ways'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114625781431292329</id><published>2006-04-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:04:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Aunt and sister</title><content type='html'>I love being an aunt!!  I love my little nephew, Nathan, and am very excited about having a little niece to join the clan in July!  Daniel and I suggested that my sister Amy and her husband, Ben name her Jennifer Danielle!  Now doesn't that sound nice?   They did not show much enthusiasm, however.&lt;br /&gt;  Amy had a midwife appt today and I went as Nathan's adoring babysitter.  Amy and I met at Starbucks and then headed up to Hagerstown where her midwife practice is located.  We enjoyed the time in the car as it was a chance to catch up and I enjoyed feeding Nathan PB&amp;Js and juice as we rode.   It's funny, but each time I see that kid, he gets cuter and cuter.  How can a couple days do that?&lt;br /&gt;  Amy's appt went well.  The baby's heart sounded great and Amy is looking good:)  She does look great although my youngest brother, Joel, informed her that she probably shouldn't be eating so much because her tummy was getting big! &lt;br /&gt;  Amy is such a good mommy and is thoroughly enjoying her role as wife and mother!   Ben is an incredible father and none of us could have hand picked a better husband for Amy!&lt;br /&gt;  I love hanging out at my sister's appartment and my family of course looks forward to the times they come over to the house.  Nathan always comes with wide-eyed wonder at the number of people trying to hold him at one time!     When we hear that Ben and Amy are here, the kids always race to see who gets Nathan first.   I think it takes him a little bit to get used to the busy household.  Our dog, Elsie,  is petrified of Nathan.  She always trys to hide when the little guy is around and practically shakes if we bring Nathan to her.  It's very pathetic!   We have no idea why she is so scared and hopes that someday she overcomes this phobia :( &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Children are such a delight and the Bible speaks so clearly that they are a blessing! &lt;br /&gt;"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.  Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.  Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;  They shall not be ashamed, but shall speak with their enemies in the gate." Ps 127:3-5&lt;br /&gt;  I also love being the oldest in a wonderful family.  Each of my siblings are unique and special in their own way and I am grateful for the time I have with them.  Abigail and I love having our 'Girl's night's out"  in which we lock ourselves in my room and either read aloud or watch a movie with tea and snacks.  We then proceed to paint each other's nails with the color of her choosing:)  After that, we curl up in my bed and continue to talk until we decide we're tired enough to fall asleep.   Spending time with each of the kids has and continues to be memorable :)&lt;br /&gt; Being an Aunt and sister has its challenges as well.  Life has plenty of those:)  Yet, I am thankful for the children the Lord has blessed my family with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by:Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114625781431292329?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114625781431292329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114625781431292329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114625781431292329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114625781431292329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-aunt-and-sister.html' title='Being an Aunt and sister'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114606794719485054</id><published>2006-04-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:17:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting God With A Hope Deferred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I finished a wonderful book entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/product/1581345798"&gt;“Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye? Trusting God with a hope deferred.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Written by &lt;a href="http://solofemininity.blogs.com/posts/"&gt;Carolyn McCulley&lt;/a&gt;, (an older single woman) it reflects on ways to practice and exemplify the character traits displayed by the married woman in Proverbs 31 while yet being single. As with anything in the Bible, God’s word is not bound by age or status; but can be applied in any stage of life we may find ourselves in. The applications may play out a little differently depending on our situation but the principles remain the same. For instance, we may not have our own husband or children to take care of as did the woman found in Proverbs 31 or Titus 2, but our role in helping our parents and attending to the needs of our siblings are no less important. And very often the means by which the Lord will use to teach us and prepare us for our larger role as a wife and mother (should we be blessed with our own families). It also deals with our attitude while waiting on God’s will to come about in our lives. Below are a few quotes that I found to be worth remembering and meditating on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singleness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Your greatest need is not a spouse. Your greatest need is to be delivered from the wrath of God – and that had already been accomplished for you through the death and resurrection of Christ. So why doubt that God will provide a much, much lesser need? Trust His sovereignty, trust His wisdom, trust His love.” ~ C.J. Mahaney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Five character qualities that help exhibit noble character in this season of singleness:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trust in God when your hopes are deferred.&lt;br /&gt;2. Contentment while you’re waiting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Faithfulness to sow to the future even when you’re in tears.&lt;br /&gt;4. Graciousness when others receive what you would like.&lt;br /&gt;5. Humility to pray to be a blessing rather than to receive a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;~Carolyn McCulley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Submission to God’s will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“The objects of most of our desires are not evil. The problem is the way they tend to grow, and the control they come to exercise over our hearts. Desires are a part of human existence, but they must be held with an open hand…The problem with desire is that in sinners it very quickly morphs into demand (‘I must’). Demand is the closing of my fists over a desire. Even though I may be unaware that I have done it, I have left my proper position of submission to God. I have decided that I must have what I have set my heart on and nothing can stand in the way. I am no longer comforted by God’s desire for me; I am threatened by it, because God’s will potentially stands in the way of my demands…”&lt;br /&gt;~Paul Tripp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Submission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Submission is “a role, not a valuation. And the purpose of these roles is much greater than a worldly idea of self-fulfillment – it is to create a harmonious relationship that glorifies God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~ Carolyn McCulley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suffering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Suffering keeps swelling our feet so that earth’s shoes won’t fit.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ Joni Eareckson Tada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words and Speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Problems 31:26&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;“Word problems reveal heart problems. The people and situations around us do not make us say what we say; they are only the occasion for our hearts to reveal themselves in words.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~ Carolyn McCulley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few examples of the encouragement I found in this book. But don’t take my word for it, read it yourself! In closing I’d like to leave you with a quote from Jim Elliot, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wherever you are, be all there.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114606794719485054?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114606794719485054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114606794719485054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114606794719485054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114606794719485054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/trusting-god-with-hope-deferred.html' title='Trusting God With A Hope Deferred'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114546980640574271</id><published>2006-04-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:10:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Goofy%20005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/Goofy%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my seven younger siblings as they perch atop a shed roof in our yard :)&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Aaron (15), Matthew (13), Josiah (11), Benjamin (9), Abigail (7), Jeremiah (6), and Joel (5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114546980640574271?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114546980640574271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114546980640574271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114546980640574271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114546980640574271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/gang.html' title='The Gang'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114547541644359766</id><published>2006-04-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:44:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote To Remember</title><content type='html'>Today while reading a paper that one of my friends wrote, I came across a quote by Him that I thought was so well put and full of truth! Thanks Cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you are not strong enough which is most of the time, you can call on Jesus Christ to come and help you out. However, God might not work by your clock. He works in his time and even though it would seem He does nothing, he is either testing us or waiting for the perfect time to intervene so you will realizes it was not you who did it, it was your Heavenly Father who let you do it." &lt;/em&gt;~ Carson Fogarty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114547541644359766?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114547541644359766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114547541644359766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114547541644359766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114547541644359766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-to-remember.html' title='A Quote To Remember'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114532902248383206</id><published>2006-04-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:20:09.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From The Cross</title><content type='html'>With Easter Sunday now over, I have been reflecting on some truths that Christ has brought to mind (during this special weekend) and that I hope to not lose sight of in the upcoming weeks. Hope you don’t mind me sharing them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night my dad had us sit down as a family to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/cross2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/cross2.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watch the movie “The Passion”. I am so very thankful that he did for though it was not an easy movie to watch; the effect it left upon my spirit and mind I am so thankful for. It depicted in such a vivid way Christ’s gruesome and horrific suffering and thought some have said that it was pictured to harsh; I believe that it couldn’t even come close for Isaiah 52:14 says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…His appearance was marred more than any man, and His form more then the sons of man.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I watched in horror as the actor portrayed Christ’s pain and suffering; a crown of thorns smashed upon His head, whippings and lashings that tore away His flesh, mockery, fatigue, the cross he was made to carry up that long road to Calvary while faint and bleeding, the nails that pierced His hands and feet, to name only a few. All this being no comparison to what He would have to endure as the perfect fellowship He had with the Trinity (since before the beginning of time) was broken as the Father turned His face away. Christ, the holy, perfect, spotless, Lamb of God, had the sins of the entire would placed upon His shoulders. The words Christ spoke as He hung on that cross; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My God, My God, Why have you forsaken Me?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; carry with them a meaning that we, a finite people can’t even begin to grasp. It’s so easy to focuse in on Christ’s Resurrection (which is a glorious thing to rejoice in) while yet forgetting to spend time as well dwelling on the suffering of the cross and the sacrifice paid for our redemption. Without the Resurrection there would be no salvation; but, without the cross there would have been no Resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Jesus being scourged my mind kept going back to Isaiah 53:3-5, 7, and 12, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/cross%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/cross%201.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He was despised and forsaken of men, A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and like one from whom men hide their face, He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our wellbeing fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed. He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth; like a lamb that is lead to slaughter, and like a sheep that is silent before its shearers, So He did not open His mouth. And (He) was numbered with the many transgressors, yet He Himself bore the sins of many, and interceded for the transgressors.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What an amazing Savior we serve, who can comprehend all of this to show Christ proper gratitude? Remembering though that my salvation did not come cheap should discourage me from ever taking my sin so lightly. Every time I make a conscious decision to disobey my Savior I am in a sense saying “Lord, I count your suffering and sacrificial death and nothing.” I think that if I could keep in mind at all times the vast price that was pain on my behalf; then sin wouldn’t seem so tempting and obedience to Christ would seem like such a privilege. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Peter 2:24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/cross10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/cross10.0.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was also blown away by Christ in the garden. Being fully God; yet, fully human and understanding the magnitude of what was about to take place He prays, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from Me; yet not My will, but yours be done.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Matthew 26:39. Jesus was completely surrendered to the Father’s will no matter what the cost to him and He didn’t just endure the cross, He EMBRACED it with everything He had. When it comes to surrendering my will for Christ’s how easy it is for me to complain and feel like I’m being asked to make such a big sacrifice. What my attitude should always be though is one of complete surrender; not just my actions but my heart. I need to embrace obedience to Christ with everything I have and find all my joy and satisfaction in following Him where He leads me. Christ gave His life for us, should we do any less for Him? Embracing our Father’s will for our lives with all we have should be our attitude of thankfulness to our Savior for our redemption. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Galatians 2:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my prayer that none of us will lose sight of how blessed we are a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/cross11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/cross11.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd the amount we owe our Savior; not to gain our salvation, but in gratitude for it. What glorious words Christ spoke in John 19:30 just before His gave up His spirit, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“...IT IS FINISHED…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; May we always celebrate (not just on special days; but each day) the truth that Christ lives and now is seated at the right hand of His Father, His work of salvation being completed once and for all. God bless you all…He is RISEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114532902248383206?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114532902248383206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114532902248383206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114532902248383206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114532902248383206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/lessons-from-cross.html' title='Lessons From The Cross'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114511810261817129</id><published>2006-04-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T09:42:16.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song Worth Listening To</title><content type='html'>One day when surfing the web I came across this song that I thought was so worth sharing with all of you. I believe it was both written and song by &lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/H/Benjamin.A.Heard-1/home.htm"&gt;Benjamin(Benj) Heard&lt;/a&gt;. I think &lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/H/Benjamin.A.Heard-1/lyrics.htm"&gt;these words &lt;/a&gt;speak very powerfully of the love of Christ to each one of us who helped to nail His precious hands and feet to the cross. What a sobering thought to know that it was me who put the King of King's and Lord of Lord's on that cross and it was His love for sinful man that held him there; so that we could find forgiveness through His death.&lt;br /&gt;Use the Link below to download this song and take a few minutes to really listen to the words and reflect on their truth. Thanks to the writer for His reminder of how blessed we are to be FREE!!! &lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/H/Benjamin.A.Heard-1/music/music.htm"&gt;http://students.ou.edu/H/Benjamin.A.Heard-1/music/music.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To download: click on the link above, right click on the "I Am Free", click on "save target as" place in what file you want it to save to and then hit "save", at this point it should begin to download to your computer. I hope it works; if not, sorry this is as "techie as I get!).&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114511810261817129?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114511810261817129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114511810261817129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114511810261817129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114511810261817129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-worth-listening-to.html' title='A Song Worth Listening To'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114487045463747874</id><published>2006-04-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:50:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source of My Strength</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post a couple of passages here that have been especially meaningful as of late. There is no other road to peace and contentment then then that of acknowledging total dependence on God. How easy it is to think that I can drum up the strength and will power necessary to get through a certain situation. "All I need to do is try harder to produce fruit in my christian life!" When I try to accomplish anything in my own strength, the end result is discouragement and exhaustion. I can't be joyful, purposeful, and loving in and of myself. That is a relief to me! I like to picture someone throwing up their hands and crying "I can't do it!" There is no greater joy in being able to say these words, followed by "but, Father, You can and You delight to do so in and through me!"&lt;br /&gt;These verses have been a source of strength and encouragement to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My strength is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness." 2 Cor 12:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My flesh and my heart may fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Ps 73:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might, He &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/13634899[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/13634899%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall. But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint." Is 40:28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the picture that this verse paints! To wait on the Lord and to rest in His strength alone provides the weightless freedom that we all desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a video clip I watched a couple of years ago. The video was of a father, pushing his severely handicapped son, who was in a wheelchair, in a marathon. This son was totally dependent on his father for every step of the race. In actuality, this son could not do anything, his father was doing it all! The end of the video showed the father pushing his son over the finish line, winning first place. That son is a picture of us, utterly dependent on our Father to win the race that is set before us. He is our Companion, strength, and joy and we must rely on Him for everything! We will receive the crown in the end, yet how quickly we will place it at His feet as He deserves all the honor and glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114487045463747874?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114487045463747874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114487045463747874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114487045463747874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114487045463747874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/source-of-my-strength.html' title='The Source of My Strength'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114472862123307488</id><published>2006-04-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:13:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovering Our Roles</title><content type='html'>I’ve been listening to a series of messages that a friend lent to me, (thanks to the friend, for they have been a great blessing!) on the God given roles of men and women in differing relationships. In today’s world where men are taught to be passive in life and relationships and women are fed the lie to take control in the home and work place, I really enjoyed this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the heart of mature masculinity is a sense of benevolent responsibility to lead, provide for and protect women in ways appropriate to a man’s differing relationships.&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of mature femininity is a freeing disposition to affirm, receive and nurture strength and leadership from worthy men in ways appropriate to a woman’s relationships.” ~ John Piper&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114472862123307488?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114472862123307488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114472862123307488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114472862123307488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114472862123307488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/rediscovering-our-roles.html' title='Rediscovering Our Roles'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114463727463558677</id><published>2006-04-09T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:08:00.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Dr.%20G%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Dr.%20G%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no hour in the day, and no day in our life, in which we may not rejoice in the name, person, and character of the Lord. We need no other reason for rejoicing. The all-sufficient Lord is our all-sufficient source of joy." Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114463727463558677?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114463727463558677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114463727463558677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114463727463558677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114463727463558677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114464065401265058</id><published>2006-04-09T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:44:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer Of Surrender</title><content type='html'>One year for my birthday a friend gave me this prayer, it was written by Betty Scott Stam. It’s a wonderful picture of what our prayer and attitude should be before God as we live out our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, I give up all my own plans and purposes&lt;br /&gt; All my own desires and hopes&lt;br /&gt;And accept Thy will for my life.&lt;br /&gt;I give myself, my life, my all&lt;br /&gt;Utterly to Thee to be Thine forever.&lt;br /&gt;Fill me and seal me with The Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Use me as Thou wilt, send me where Thou wilt&lt;br /&gt;And work out Thy whole will in my life at any cost,&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114464065401265058?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114464065401265058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114464065401265058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114464065401265058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114464065401265058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayer-of-surrender.html' title='A Prayer Of Surrender'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114451281123716385</id><published>2006-04-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:45:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our God Who Never Sleeps</title><content type='html'>As a little girl I used to have this paranoia about going to bed. I had a feeling of doom when the sun would begin to drift out of view. I was afraid of the quietness and darkness that surrounded me when everyone else had gone to sleep. From the top of my bunk bed which, more often that not was occupied by both me and my sister (even though she had her own bed) I could see around the corner and was able to tell whether the lights downstairs were on or off. When they were on we knew that mom and dad were up and so we felt safe and happy. But when they were off my sister and I would sit there listening to every little noise, wishing that morning wasn’t so far off. Now you’d think that we would have tried to fall asleep before the lights went out, but being the intelligent girls that we were, we’d stay up talking and playing games by flashlight; and so more often then not outlasted mom and dad. Something about knowing that dad and mom had gone to sleep made us both feel unsafe and unprotected. When you’re little you don’t tend to rationally think through all the facts and not let your mind run away with you. So, my sister and I would cuddle up together and try to play more games hoping it would keep our minds off the “dreadful reality” as we then saw it. I still remember when I was reading one day and came across a verse in Psalm 4:8 that says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For You alone, O Lord, make me to dwell in safety.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t have to be scared, because even though dad and mom weren’t awake, God was. I remember beginning to find a comfort in the fact that God never sleeps and He was always watching. Years later the concept I was reminded of that day continues to bring me comfort. When I begin to fear, get worried, or am just plain scared about all that life brings, I can still look back at that verse and remember that I have a God who knows EVERYTHING. There is nothing hidden from God nothing unknown, nothing that He is not fully in control of.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sit down and watch a little one sleep? Ever notice the tranquility and peace in which they take each breath and the calm that always seems to characterize their tiny bodies? They don’t worry about the danger in the world, about the tasks that are awaiting them the moment they open their eyes, about the future and all its worries; no, all they know it that they are in someone’s arms and they feel safe. As God’s children we can have that same comfort and peace; the peace that God, our Heavenly Father is always watching over us and like a sleeping child in the arms of its parent, God’s arms are wrapped around us. No harm or trouble can come to us without Him first allowing it and whatever He allows He has already promised to give us the strength to handle. What a blessing to be able to call the God of the universe, maker of heavens and earth, creator of the sun, moon and stars, of every waterfall, volcano, planet, tree, animal, the sustainer of every breath we take, “Abba Father” or “daddy”. “…but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, Abba! Father.” Romans 8:15 What an unfathomable thought that this great God and King can see us in the midst of the deepest darkest places we will ever find ourselves in. What an underserved, yet remarkable gift that God has given to those He loves. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or distress, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, not angels, nor principalities, not things present, not things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, not any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Romans 8:35, 38-39&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114451281123716385?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114451281123716385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114451281123716385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114451281123716385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114451281123716385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-god-who-never-sleeps.html' title='Our God Who Never Sleeps'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114418326299105159</id><published>2006-04-04T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:06:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday, I was asked by a loving father if I had anyone in my life who watched out for me, as my earthly father passed away five years ago. His question made me realize the blessing I have in my brother, Daniel. Yes, Daniel has, in more ways then I can count, stepped up to the plate as far as encouraging me and protecting me the past couple years! We both have seen the other grow in our relationships with the Lord. I know that my walk with the Lord has been greatly impacted by my brother's encouragement and simply watching him as he continues to follow hard after Christ. Daniel is much like my dad in the way he points me to Christ when I am struggling and encourages me in the Word.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel does a great job as far as making me feel feminine. He has developed the habit of opening the car door for me whenever we go somewhere. One time, he went out in the rain at 2:30 in the morning to look for me when I wasn't home. I had failed to tell him I was at a friend's house spending the night! I felt so loved and protected!&lt;br /&gt;We also have enjoyed many a dinner/movie night out! I'm grateful for all those times we've had to talk and laugh. Daniel has a very funny sense of humor and I guess he enjoys making me laugh because I do much of that when he is around!&lt;br /&gt;I actually have 7 wonderful, funny, intelligent brothers who add so much excitement to my day. From swing dancing with my 15 y/o brother, Aaron, to all the hugs and kisses I get from my 2 youngest brothers, there is never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed sister of many brothers!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114418326299105159?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114418326299105159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114418326299105159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114418326299105159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114418326299105159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114421185266246105</id><published>2006-04-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:42:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For Today</title><content type='html'>I heard the story once of a young man of 20 who was imprisoned in a communist country. Little by little he began to lose all sense of time; every day seemed like part of the next one as the days melded into years. Upon his release this young man kept requesting something. The guards kept trying to make out what He was asking for; but, not able to understand what he was saying thought he was crazy. Finally, a foreigner who recognized his speech as a language; was able to communicate to the guards that He was asking for a mirror. Reluctantly they retrieved one for him. This young man held up the mirror to look upon his face for the first time in what seemed like forever. He was not ready for what met his gaze. When he had entered prison years earlier he was young, handsome, strong and full youthful energy. Now, the picture that looked back at him was quite different. What he saw was long gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, grungy and dirty, and a body weak and feeble. He had entered prison a young man full of life and now He was ready to die. His whole life had been stolen from Him and all He could do was to bury his face in his hands a weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this story so convicting because it’s the way life will pass us by if we don’t learn to make the most of everyday. And once it’s gone we can’t get it back. Time wasted is gone forever. It’s so easy to always be looking forward to the next thing. It could be a curtain age, graduating from high school, looking forward to a relationship, marriage, children, the perfect job, car, house, you fill in the blank and before you know it life will pass by. God has been reminding me lately that things happen in His timing, and that’s okay. He doesn’t want us to live our lives so caught up in tomorrow that we lose sight of what He wants us to do today. This had been a hard lesson for me to learn. I can remember when I so anxiously was awaiting age 16 because I could get my ears pierced. I thought that day would NEVER come. But guess what? It did, it came and went so very quickly. Then it was 18 because I could drive, it too came and went. Now here I sit at age 22 wishing I knew where that time went. It all flew by so fast, and will continue to do so. I once heard a quote that has become a sort of guide line for me in this area, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” ~Jim Elliot. What a powerful thought. We can chose to waste away our lives by always waiting for that “perfect moment” (whatever it is, it’s different for everyone) that never comes. God wants us to instead look to Him for our futures and live the here and now for his glory and honor. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delight yourself in the Lord; and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, and He will do it. Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” Psalm 37: 4, 5, &amp;amp;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord help us all to make sure that we trusting Him with our futures. May we remember to use each day to the fullest and not to waste it in longing for something else.&lt;br /&gt;In closing I’d like to leave you with this verse found in Philippians 4:6-7 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request be make know to God, and the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Posted By: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114421185266246105?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114421185266246105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114421185266246105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114421185266246105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114421185266246105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-for-today.html' title='Living For Today'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114361072172875165</id><published>2006-03-29T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:39:48.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unending Legacy</title><content type='html'>The other day I went to the funeral for one of my best friend’s grandmother. She was in her eighties and had been married for 62 years. It was so amazing to sit there and listen to those who loved her most give glory and honor to God for her life. She was a beloved wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and friend. She served her family by meeting their physical needs as well as their spiritual. She prayed for and with her children, encouraged her grandchildren to walk with the Lord, was a support to her husband, and took care of him selflessly as he began to lose his sight and became in need of constant attention. She poured all her time and energy into her family. What a tremendous blessing it was for me to listen to this dear lady’s family praise and thank God for her. She was one of those virtuous women that Proverbs 31 say are hard to find and far above jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded through her life of the tremendous difference someone who is faithful and obedient to the Lord can make. Our calling as women is not just to be in influence to our generation but also to the ones to come. Seeing the influence one godly woman had in the lives of three generations both amazed and challenged me. It amazed me because my friend could stand up there and gave testimony to how her grandmother taught her, prayed for her and with her, encouraged her in her walk with God and in the direction of her life. It challenged me because it reminded me how serious we need to take our calling to hold fast to God’s standards for success. To be women who see the value in submission to our parents and then our husbands. Women who can get behind our husbands goals, support them and help them to be all they can be both in Christ and for Him. Women who value children as a precious gift from God and as such take serious our role to teach them both spiritually and academically. Women who understand that serving our families is not a “waste” of our time and talent, (as some would suggest) but the very means in which God has given us to use them. Our whole culture is pressing against this philosophy they would have us believe that our fulfillment comes from our career or our higher education. Even some Christian women are willing to trade their God given role in the lives of their family for the sake of “ministry”. My mother has always been a strong believer that her ministry begins at home and that being the case; she has poured all her time and energy into making it a place that reflects God’s glory. So many women spend their lives in pursuit of fulfillment by running away from the very thing in which God uses to bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy for people to neglect relationships in pursuit of a legacy to leave behind and yet never quite find what they are looking for. In contrast Grandma Hake lived her life in pursuit of the Lord and in service to her family. Her legacy will continue to live on in the lives of her husband, five children, 30+ grandchildren and 20+ great grandchildren who are following in their grandmother’s footsteps. What a welcome this godly lady must have received when she closed her eyes Friday night and awoke in the presence of her Savior whom, she both loved and served. In closing I’d like to share a verse that mirrors what was said of this dear lady. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Her children rise up and bless her; her husband also, saying: Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all. Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her the product of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Proverbs 31: 28-31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we both learn from and be challenged by those who have walked this path before us. May stories like this make us all the more determined to press against the flow of secularism and both embrace and value our biblical role. So that future generations will be as bless by us as we are by the godly examples God has placed before us.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114361072172875165?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114361072172875165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114361072172875165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114361072172875165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114361072172875165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/unending-legacy.html' title='An Unending Legacy'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114366503347772777</id><published>2006-03-29T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:54:22.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>I also attended the funeral that Amy described in her post. Amy described Grandma Hake's life so well and how much others were impacted by her ministry here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I was impacted also by Kendra Howard's comment, as she stated at the funeral, about how close heaven seemed. It brought me back to my own father's death and having that same realization. I was, and continue to be, awed that my earthly father of 20 wonderful years, is now at the feet of Christ. He is worshipping with the angels, with his crown at the feet of Him Who gave up His life for sinners. Yes, it makes heaven seem very real.&lt;br /&gt;Amy made our family a beautiful movie with pictures of Dad through his growing up years and life as a married man with children. The song she added was " I Can Only Imagine." At the funeral, this past weekend, my dear friend Jenny Howard signed to that song and I don't think there was a dry eye in the room. It was very meaningful. My father and Grandma Hake are worshipping in heaven in such a way that we can only imagine hear on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114366503347772777?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114366503347772777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114366503347772777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114366503347772777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114366503347772777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114355656696631111</id><published>2006-03-28T06:07:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:59:25.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Thought</title><content type='html'>There have been some things in my life lately that are requiring me to trust in the Lord and my parents even when I don't understand. The one thing that I'm tring to remember is that God knows what's best and His being in control of my life should bring me to a place of perfect peace and rest. This is my verse for the day. Hope you find it as encouraging as I do. &lt;strong&gt;"Trust in the Lord with &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In &lt;em&gt;ALL &lt;/em&gt;your ways acknowledge &lt;em&gt;HIM &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; HE&lt;/em&gt; will make your paths straight."&lt;/strong&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6(emphasis added)&lt;br /&gt;I am also reminded of a Hymn by Louisa M. R. Stead, &lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/t/i/tissweet.htm"&gt;(click here if you'd like to hear the music)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His Word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’erJesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me ’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a mighty God we serve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114355656696631111?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114355656696631111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114355656696631111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114355656696631111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114355656696631111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-thought_114355656696631111.html' title='A Quick Thought'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114288690485603338</id><published>2006-03-20T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:24:19.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/1373538515.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/1373538515.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Girls, ever get tired of using the same old recipies time after time. Ready for a change? Want to try something new? Well, here's my idea, I thought for fun I'd start by posting a favorite recipe that my family and I enjoy; then, it's up to you to add to the list by placing one(s) you like on the "comment page". If this works we should have a "comments page" full of new ideas and great meals. Guys, you are welcome to be a part of this too, that is if you're up for the challenge:-) Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Peacan Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3⅓ cups flour&lt;br /&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1½ tsp. salt &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/pumpkin%20bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/pumpkin%20bread.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15oz.) solid packed pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;⅔ cup water&lt;br /&gt;½ cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramel glaze:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup butter&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;¼ whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;⅔ cup 10x sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, combine the first 6 ingredients. Combine the pumpkin, oil, eggs, and water; mix well. Stir into dry ingredients just until combined; fold in the pecans. Spoon into 2 greased loaf pans. Bake at 350°F for 60-65 minutes, or until tests done. Cool 10 minutes before removing from pans to wire rack. For glaze: combine butter, sugar, brown sugar and cream in a saucepan. Cook until sugars are dissolved. Cool for 20 minutes. Stir in 10x sugar and vanilla until smooth. Drizzle over cooled loaves.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114288690485603338?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114288690485603338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114288690485603338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114288690485603338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114288690485603338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/recipe-fun.html' title='Recipe Fun'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114288658980228768</id><published>2006-03-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:23:38.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Sickness and Movies</title><content type='html'>The Wold family has been hit! After a pretty healthy winter, we have succumbed to the dreaded stomach bug! Ugh! All of my younger siblings ( minus my 24 year old brother Daniel who works outside as a roofer and therefore does not come in contact with inside germs that often) have been strewn across couches and beds since last Tuesday. Without going into too much detail, it has not been pleasant but the children are continuing to get stronger even though there are a few with circles around their eyes. My brother, mom and I have not gotten it and continue to pray that it passes over us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched a movie called Molokai with a couple of my siblings (some sick and some healthy.) In the 1800s, the Hawaiian govt. would send people with leprosy over to the Hawaiian island of Molokai where they would live in inhumane conditions. The catholic church sent a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/1368912366[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/1368912366%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;priest by the name of Father Damien to minister to these sick people stranded on this island. The plan was to rotate priests throughout the year so that these missionaries would be able to rest after their time of serving came to a close. This particular priest, however, grew to love the people and gave his life over to serving them. Before he went over, he was strongly cautioned not to touch anyone or eat food that they had made. The fear was that Father Damien would contract the disease. This command did not stop him from fully loving these people, from praying for them, to building homes for them and even holding them while they were dying. Because of the way he served these people, he was told later that if he wanted to continue to live with these people, he would never be aloud to leave the Molokai island again. Father later contracted leprosy and died on the island after ministering for 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;I was very much impacted by this movie. Mom and I were later discussing that not many of us are called to minister in this way, yet the Lord has called us all to sacrificially love the people he has placed in our lives. It is this kind of love that shows others Christ.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved Him, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another." 1 John 16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114288658980228768?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114288658980228768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114288658980228768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114288658980228768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114288658980228768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-sickness-and-movies.html' title='Of Sickness and Movies'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114265740554606517</id><published>2006-03-17T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:27:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Don't Date</title><content type='html'>Hey Girls, I got this out of a &lt;a href="http://www.ylcf.org/journal/p31/14/"&gt;Young Ladies Christian Fellowship newsletter &lt;/a&gt;a few years ago. It has become kind of a running joke in our family. If we girls are ever tempted to think our dad is overboard, all we gotta do is remember it could be worse, and here’s proof. The girls seem to find this funnier then the guys…..Wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application for Permission to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date &lt;/span&gt;My Daughter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Height:______________________ Weight_______________&lt;br /&gt;I.Q._____________________ GPA: _____________________&lt;br /&gt;3. Social Security Number: _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Drivers License Number: ______________________________&lt;br /&gt;4. Boy Scout Rank: ____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;5. Home Address: ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;6. City: ______________________ State: _____ Zip: ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How far can you run: 40 yards__________ 2 miles? __________&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have an earring, nose ring, or belly button ring? _______&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you answered YES to any part of question #8, discontinue&lt;br /&gt;the application process and leave the premises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In 50 words or less, what does “LATE” mean to you? _________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;10. In 50 words of less, what does “DON’T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER"&lt;br /&gt;mean to you? _____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;11. Church you attend: _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend: _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;12: When would be the best time to interview your father, mother,&lt;br /&gt;and minister?__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;13. Answer by filling in the blanks. Please answer freely. All answers are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;(That means I won’t tell anyone, ever.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were shot, the last place on my body I would want to be wonded is:____________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is:______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one thing I hope this application does not ask me is:_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the unfortunate event of my untimely death, I would like&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________to be contacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My greatest fear is:______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be “IF” you grow up? ____________________&lt;br /&gt;15: Have you ever been fingerprinted? _________________________&lt;br /&gt;16: Your dentist is: _______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Emergency phone number: _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that all information supplied above is true and correct, under penalty of death, dismemberment, Native American ant torture, Electrocution, Chinese water torture, and/or hot pokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature: ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest. Please allow 4-6 years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write. (It could cause disqualification and injury to your body.)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder we all like the idea of courtship so much!!!!! Going through this dating process we'd all die single:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114265740554606517?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114265740554606517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114265740554606517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114265740554606517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114265740554606517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-we-dont-date.html' title='Why We Don&apos;t Date'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114248058354343294</id><published>2006-03-15T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:47:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virtuous Woman</title><content type='html'>Sometime last summer I was challenged to do a study on the book of Proverbs comparing the adulteress and foolish woman to that of the virtuous woman in chapter 31. As I studied it out it became a sort of “check list” a way of comparing my actions to those of the women in these passages. I found it helpful to not just hear about the godly woman, but to also be reminded of the vast difference between living the Lord’s way and that of earthly pleasures and selfish pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adulteress and Foolish Woman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:16 – Flatters with her words for all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;1:17 – Leaves the companion of her youth and forgets the covenant she made before God&lt;br /&gt;5:3-4 - Is enticing, but when acquired is as bitter as wormwood&lt;br /&gt;5:6 – Her ways are unstable&lt;br /&gt;5:10 – Is wasteful and untrustworthy with finances&lt;br /&gt;6:24 - She is evil and smooth in speech&lt;br /&gt;7:10 – Dresses as a harlot&lt;br /&gt;7:10 – Is cunning&lt;br /&gt;7:11 – Is boisterous and rebellious&lt;br /&gt;7:11 – Her feet stray from her home, and she spends her time in the streets and square&lt;br /&gt;(Was unfaithful in tending to her responsibilities at home)&lt;br /&gt;7:13 – Is bold in her actions&lt;br /&gt;7:15 – The aggressor in male relationships&lt;br /&gt;7:19 – Plots against her husband&lt;br /&gt;30:28 – Her ways are wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1:18 – Her house sinks down to death&lt;br /&gt;1:18 – Her path leads to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;6:26 – Reduces those around her to nothingness&lt;br /&gt;7:19 – Can not be trusted&lt;br /&gt;7:25 – Is to be avoided&lt;br /&gt;14:1 – She tears down her house&lt;br /&gt;22:14 – Her mouth is a deep pit and he who is cursed by the Lord will fall into it&lt;br /&gt;21:19 “It is better to live on a corner of a roof than in a house with a contentious woman.”&lt;br /&gt;(Also found in Proverbs 25:24)&lt;br /&gt;27:15 “A constant dripping on a day of steady rain, and a contentious woman are alike...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Virtuous Woman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:1 – Builds her house&lt;br /&gt;31:10 – Is not common&lt;br /&gt;31:10 – Her worth is of great value&lt;br /&gt;31:11 – Her husband trusts in her&lt;br /&gt;31:12 – She does good&lt;br /&gt;31:13 – Is joyful in her work&lt;br /&gt;31:13 - Is productive&lt;br /&gt;31:14 – Enterprising&lt;br /&gt;31:15 – Involved in her household&lt;br /&gt;31:16 – Plans for the future&lt;br /&gt;31:16 – Is wise with her money&lt;br /&gt;31:17 – Is a hard worker&lt;br /&gt;31:18 - Alert to the needs of those around her&lt;br /&gt;31:20 – Serves those in need, after first attending to the needs of her own family (vs. 21)&lt;br /&gt;31:25 – She is clothed with strength and dignity&lt;br /&gt;31:25 – Can smile at the future&lt;br /&gt;31:26 – Opens her mouth with wisdom&lt;br /&gt;31:26 – Is kind&lt;br /&gt;31:27 – Not idle, wasting her time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31:28 – Her children will call her blessed&lt;br /&gt;31:28 – Her husband will praise her&lt;br /&gt;31:31 – Gives her husbands a respected name in the gates&lt;br /&gt;31:31 – Glorifies the Lord&lt;br /&gt;5:18 – Her husband can “rejoice with the wife of his youth”&lt;br /&gt;11:16 “A gracious woman attains honor.”&lt;br /&gt;12:4 “An excellent wife is a crown to her husband.”&lt;br /&gt;31:30 – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I realize that most of these examples deal in the realm of being a wife and mother and as singles we are neither. Yet our homes now are our training grounds for the ways we will function in our own families one day. If we are rebellious to our parents now, we won’t magically become submissive when we say “I do”. If we are wasteful, cunning in our speech, idle, unforgiving, selfish, prideful, lazy, bitter, boisterous, and carry around a bad attitude when life’s not going our way, we will take that into our marriages. If we are annoyed by our brothers and sisters and all their needs, that attitude won’t change just because it’s our own child. My mom always told me you could tell how a guy would treat his wife by watching the way he acted towards his mom and sisters. In the same way, we will be with our husbands and children the same way we are with our parents and siblings. God is constantly reminding me to appreciate the time that His has giving me to learn these lessons now so that my future husband wont have to put up with my learning them later. As future wives and mothers we have the potential to make our future families great for Christ (should the Lord bless us with them) by honoring our husbands, raising and teaching our children, ministering to others and managing our own homes. That being said, if we don’t take serious now becoming a godly woman, then we’ll carry all the baggage of our sinful attitudes and shortcomings into our own homes; and instead of being a blessing we will become a curse. The verse in Proverbs 21:19 haunts me from time to time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is better to live on a corner of a roof than in a house with a contentious woman.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wow, what a powerful statement. Contrast that with “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. Her children rise up and bless her; her husband also, and he praises her, saying: Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Proverbs 31: 26, 28-29.&lt;br /&gt;God has been showing me lately that when my dad or mom interrupts something I’m doing for a need that arises, like running an errand that’s going revamp my entire day, having to stop and do paper work in the middle of trying to make dinner, unloading groceries, and cleaning up a kitchen that looks like world war three just took place; my first reaction needs to be one of placing my desires and agendas on the back burner, and with a joyful heart and attitude attending to the task that’s been requested of me. This has not been an easy lesson for me to learn, but I am so thankful that God remains faithful and will continue to transform me to His image. I’m also so thankful for all the examples God has placed in my life in the form of a godly mother and older women who I respect. May the Lord help each and every one of us to model the woman of virtue found in Proverbs 31; and, to be a blessing both in our homes now as well as to our future families. May we always allow God’s word to form our attitudes, goals, and actions instead of the world around us, so that our lives will bring glory to our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114248058354343294?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114248058354343294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114248058354343294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114248058354343294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114248058354343294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/virtuous-woman.html' title='The Virtuous Woman'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114236966042952079</id><published>2006-03-14T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:42:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Your Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/1007148303[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/1007148303%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, at a shower we had thrown for a good friend, my mom sharing a story she had read in a book called Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands by Paul David Tripp. The story she related was one that I have since thought about and have discussed with others. It is a simple one yet it possesses a profound message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripp starts by explaining how he became the kindergarten teacher in a Christian School where he was also the principal. One day, a mother of one of the students asked if she could organize a birthday party for her daughter in the classroom that Friday. The day finally arrived and Tripp describes how the room had been transformed into a "birthday kingdom!" Streamers and balloons were hung everywhere and at the head of the table sat the birthday girl surrounded by a mountain of gifts. At the other end of the table sat a boy, by the name of Johnny, who was not satisfied with his meager bag of party favors. He proceeded to make it known, by "humphing" and pouting, that he thought this was all unfair and he had received the short end of the stick. Johnny soon became the center of attention. One of the mothers in the group finally went over to little Johnny and had him look in her eyes as she said, "Johnny, it's not your party!" It was never meant to be his party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripp then states in his book, "So it is with the grand story of the Bible. With all of its locations and people, with all of the dramatic events of nature and history, at the center of the story is the Lord. It is His story! Paul summarized the story this way, 'For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen.' Rom 11:36 We were made for his glory, and we are called to display his glory in everything we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us, by God's unending grace, live in such a way that brings Him all the honor and glory!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114236966042952079?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114236966042952079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114236966042952079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114236966042952079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114236966042952079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-not-your-party.html' title='It&apos;s Not Your Party!'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114195729539564515</id><published>2006-03-09T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:29:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/My-Saviour-Print-C10280062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/My-Saviour-Print-C10280062.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is yet another poem from Mrs. Peggy Hunter. A friend also told me that you could sing it using the tune from the hymn "Be Thou My Vision". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No Matter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the loss, No matter the gain, Knowing my Jesus, Will not be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the fear, No matter the cost, All but my Jesus, Can be counted as loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the hurt, No matter the pain, Praising my Jesus Will still be my aim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His Word never fails me, His comfort is there, He walks here beside me, He carries my care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’ll never forsake me, He’ll not cast me out, His Grace and His Mercy, He gives when I doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though feeble and tired, I sometime fall down, But, He is unchanging.... my rock and my crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peggy Hunter, 1994 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114195729539564515?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114195729539564515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114195729539564515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114195729539564515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114195729539564515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-matter.html' title='No Matter'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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-20502826.post-114195968500193312</id><published>2006-03-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:43:34.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our constant Companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/253668240[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/253668240%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as believers, are blessed! The Lord, the Maker of the heavens and the earth, guides us as well as walks beside us through this life. Yes, there are struggles that we face on a daily basis and trials that stretch our faith and patience. We are not promised an easy, care-free life this side of heaven. Yet, we do have a loving Heavenly Father who promises us His presence and strength. He has given us Himself! When it seems that all else has failed in this life - circumstances, relationships... the Lord is there to carry us. I remember having a conversation with my twin sister not too long ago and mentioning that sometimes it is the simplest verses in the Bible that can bring the most comfort. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will never leave you nor forsake you." Heb 13:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O, what joy and peace this brings to an aching and lonely heart! The Lord, Who has "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;given to us all things that pertain to life and godliness," 2 Pet 1:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is our constant Companion and Friend.&lt;br /&gt;My earthly father had a strong relationship with the Lord and there are many talks that I had with him, before he died, that will always be clearly ingrained in my memory. During one of these talks, I remember my dad saying, with tears in his eyes, " Jennifer, after our race on earth is through, we will all be at the throne of God. The Lord will place the crown on our heads and will say 'Well done, thou good and faithful servant!' Yet, as we are prostrate before Him, we will place the crown at His feet because we will know that it was not because of anything that we did, but it was ALL because of Him."&lt;br /&gt;One of my father's favorite hymns was "In the Garden". The chorus speaks so clearly of the relationship the Lord has with His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And He walks with me, And He talks with me&lt;br /&gt;And He tells me I am His own&lt;br /&gt;And the joy we share as we tarry there&lt;br /&gt;None other has ever known"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Austin Miles&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114195968500193312?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114195968500193312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114195968500193312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114195968500193312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114195968500193312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-constant-companion.html' title='Our constant Companion'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114179211022765704</id><published>2006-03-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:41:47.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Living-Water-Print-C10109498.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/Living-Water-Print-C10109498.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a dear friend whom I greatly respect and who has been through trial after trial. Yet still, she trust's her Savior and has a peace that shines so bright in the midst of pain and sadness. I hope you are as blessed by this as I was and am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Longing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for the day, When my faith will be sight, When I shall see Jesus , In His Power and Might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where sin cannot enter, To deceive and destroy; Where sin cannot blind me, Or rob me of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there’s no division, And our hearts are as one; Where all sadness and sorrow, And hurts will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where pride will not rule In the arrogance of sin,&lt;br /&gt;And cannot rip apart My family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were sin cannot mar An innocent child; Where sin will not triumph, Divide or beguile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where strife and rebellion, contentions and fights; Will not break my heart, And bring sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long for that day, When sin can’t compete; Sin’s presence is conquered, And Salvation is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Hunter, July 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114179211022765704?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114179211022765704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114179211022765704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114179211022765704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114179211022765704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114170777879701844</id><published>2006-03-06T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:13:24.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross or Crown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/cross.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was listening to a message by &lt;a href="http://www.covlife.org/tools/sermons.php"&gt;Mark Mitchell &lt;/a&gt;that was given at Covenant Life Church a few months back. I had listened to it once before; but was reminded by a friend of how good it was and so, decided to listen again. I am so grateful that I did, you can never hear messages like this one too often. It was on John 12:20-26, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...And Jesus answered them, saying 'The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies; it remains by itself alone; but it if dies, it bears much fruit. He who loves his life loses it; and he who hates his life in this world shall keep it to life eternal. If anyone serves Me, let him follow Me; and where I am, there shall My servant also be, if anyone serves Me, the Father will honor him.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( was also reminded of this verse by a friend, in a comment, from a previous post "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114040604845980593"&gt;Serving the Savior's Way&lt;/a&gt;"). This sermon was about serving the Lord and the paradox of Christ glorifying Himself through His death; and how we should give our lives in service, as freely as our Savior gave His in service to us. Christ's life on this earth and death was for our sake. He lived for us, died for us and never once did He count the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did a post along these lines a while back, I really enjoyed some of the quotes shared in this message and thought they were worth sharing with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People whose priorities are right have such an attitude of love for the things of God; that all interest in the things of this life appear, by comparison, as hatred. Such people will keep their life for eternal life until the life of the age to come." &lt;em&gt;-Leon Morris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fame, pleasure, and riches are but husks and ashes in contrast with the boundless and abiding joy of working with God for the fulfillment of His eternal plans." &lt;em&gt;-John Piper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we more concerned with our own comforts then sacrificing for the sake of serving others? Are the enticements of this world more attractive to us then the promises of our Lord? Christ chose to glorify himself by bearing a cross not wearing a crown. The Savior's servants must follow the Savior into the path of self sacrifice." &lt;em&gt;-Mark Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114170777879701844?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114170777879701844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114170777879701844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114170777879701844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114170777879701844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/cross-or-crown_06.html' title='Cross or Crown?'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114135817858471142</id><published>2006-03-02T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:48:03.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships and People</title><content type='html'>Relationships are important. People are important because individual's souls are what will last for eternity. Christ gave us the ultimate example in the way He related to others. He was always giving of Himself to people in need. If we look back on His earthly ministry, we find that He made people, not projects, His priority. Jesus sought out men who would be His diciples and who would continue walking with Him through His earthly ministry. Jesus also healed the sick, raised the dead, and encouraged the people He encountered. He came to earth to give of Himself, ministering to others, and ultimately, on the cross. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." John 10:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People are important! This may at first seem obvious, yet I know how often I tend to put projects and my own agenda in front of people and their needs. For example, on a daily note, it is so easy for me to get caught up in household responsibilities rather then investing time in my siblings. My 5 year old brother, Joel, will remind me that relationships are important when he asks if I will push him on the swing. It is hard for us "doers" to turn away from the over -loaded laundry room and spend one-on-one time with that sibling. My 9 year old brother, Benjamin, will remind me that relationships are important when he snuggles up to me as I am checking my e-mail and wants to talk about the day. Loving others may also come in the form of showing genuine concern and interest for a co-worker or greeting the cashier behind the counter with a warm smile. Also, giving someone are undivided attention when they are talking to us speaks volumes in the way of putting that person first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom grew up having a good relationship with her father. One of the things that she has mentioned about her childhood was how my grandfather would consistently put whatever he was doing down so that he could talk with her when she needed him. President Ronald Reagan was known for this quality as well. I am reading his biography, "When Character was King," and have been thoroughly enjoying it. One thing that the writer, Peggy Noonan said was,"I mean the guy (Reagan) cared about the country, he cared about people." Though this is such a simple concept, it speaks loudly to a hurting world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are loving others and making people a priority then there should be no room for ungodly judging. We all know how easy it is to be kind and loving to those who are attractive, or popular, or who fit into our "standard mold." Yet, the Bible warns against showing partiality to certain individuals. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My brethren, do not hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with partiality. For if there should come into your assembly a man with gold rings, in fine apparel, and there should also come in a poor man in filthy clothes, and you pay attention to the one wearing the fine clothes and say to him, ' You sit here in a good place,' and say to the poor man, 'You stand there,' or, ' Sit here at my footstool,' have you not shown partiality among yourselves, and become judges with evil thoughts?" James 2:1-4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Christ Himself socialized with sinners.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; " 'How is it that He eats and drinks with tax collectors and sinners?' When Jesus heard it, He said to them, 'Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." Mark 2:16-17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We should follow Christs example by showing His love to all people, regardless of physical appearance, or status.&lt;br /&gt;We can show grace to others because we have been the beneficiaries of such a great gift!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114135817858471142?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114135817858471142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114135817858471142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114135817858471142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114135817858471142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/relationships-and-people.html' title='Relationships and People'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114131937443759936</id><published>2006-03-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:12:31.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility and God’s Strength</title><content type='html'>“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wise man will hear and increase in learning, and a man of understanding will acquire wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” Proverbs 1:5. This is kind of taking up where my last post left off on the subject of being “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.” James 1:19. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way I receive instruction and respond to correction. I feel like the Lord is teaching me two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: The need for a humble spirit when people over me come with words of wisdom. “Hear, my son, your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.” Proverbs 1:8. I think of how easy it is for me to blow my parents off because; I don’t want to deal with what they are saying. When instead, I should be receiving their instruction and taking it before God with an open heart and a teachable spirit. It’s so easy for me to have the attitude of “I’ll be fine on my own” or “I can figure things out for myself”. I become defensive and think that I’m doing fine and they are the one’s being unreasonable. If my heart was right my attitude would instead be, “Thank you God for putting people (in most cases my parents) in my life that care enough about me to help me become more like you”. The older I get the more I realize that it’s not always easy being the one to point out a weakness in another’s life; but, those who do (providing that it’s done with love) are the people who truly care about you. I used this quote in the last post, but I think it’s worth repeating again “The deceived don’t know they are deceived” - Mrs.Fogarty. I think of how many time this has been true in my own life. How many times I convinced myself that I was doing just fine in my walk with the Lord or in my relationships with other people, and yet I wasn’t. I wish I had more readily listened to the advice and wisdom of my parents. Oh, how much time I wasted in pursuit of “my way”. I am now so thankful that they continued to rebuke me in my shortcomings, and point me back to my Savior. Looking back I so appreciate the way they didn’t give up on me and didn’t let my disobedience keep them from loving me enough to do what was best for me. When we have sin in our lives we become blinded to the truth and when confronted with it to often it becomes our enemy. I’m learning that I need to strive for a daily humility before the Lord; so that I will be receptive to His leading, whether through His word or through the authorities He has place in my life. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You younger men (or women) likewise, be subject to your elders, and all of you clothe yourself with humility towards one another, for God is opposed to the proud, but gives strength to the humble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” 1 Peter 5:5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lesson, I believe fitting in with the first; is that of realizing apart from Christ I can do nothing. So often, when I finally realize where I need to change I try to put “my” strength and will power into it; forgetting, that I am weak and unless I am daily turning to the Lord, all my best efforts will be short lived at best. When I wake up with &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/pictures_of_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/pictures_of_jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the resolve that “I” will do better, “I” will obey and make progress, “I” will be joyful; but, all the while forgetting to ask the Lord to give me the strength; all my best efforts fail with the coming of the first trail. Instead my attitude should be one of “Lord”, “help me to honor my authorities and seek after wisdom”, “Help me to follow you in joyful obedience, no matter what this day brings”. I am not saying that Christ doesn’t want us to have a zeal for changing or obeying, but coupled with that has to be the realization that without Him, we wouldn’t even have the ability to recognize where we need transformation, yet alone actually being able to see it happen in our lives. God can best work in our lives when we are humbly sitting at His feet; learning from and relying on His power, might, wisdom and strength. What a God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with these verses that I think help to sum it up best. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…that you may be filled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in the Greek the word is to “Make full” and is in the passive voice, meaning that it is someone else who is doing the filling. Reminding us that it’s not ourselves, but Christ who fills us) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the knowledge of &lt;/em&gt;HIS&lt;em&gt; will in all understanding, so that you will walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, to please &lt;/em&gt;HIM &lt;em&gt;in all respects, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Greek- in the passive tense, again implying that it is a strength that we can do nothing to gain, but is freely bestowed upon us by our Savior), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all power, according to &lt;/em&gt;HIS&lt;em&gt; glorious might…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Colossians 1: 9-11 (emphasis added).&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114131937443759936?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114131937443759936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114131937443759936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114131937443759936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114131937443759936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/humility-and-gods-strength.html' title='Humility and God’s Strength'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114116252844161211</id><published>2006-02-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:27:42.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East to West and back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Misc.%20063.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am back home, having had a fun and wonderful trip driving across the country! My childhood friend, Jennifer Howard and I left on Monday, the 13th and drove to Indiana that first day. For the next couple of days and nights we stayed with a congressman from southern Indiana and his wife. Jennifer worked in their office in DC last year and always had an open invitation to stay at their house. Their home was gorgeous! This Congressman also owns a trucking and bussing business so they are able to afford 3 homes, 2 in Indiana and a condo in DC. I felt honored to have the opportunity to enjoy their hospitality as I had never met them in &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Misc.%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Misc.%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my life. They were very kind and loving and Jennifer and I had a great time while we stayed there. Probably the most memorble thing we did while we stayed at their house, was watching 3 movies in a row until 4:00 in the morning! It was great fun!! The last night we stayed in Indiana, Kita, the Congressman's wife, took us up to their "lake home" where we enjoyed staying in their guest suite :) This home had all the "bells and whistles", an indoor pool, grand piano, and boat house! I wish I had taken more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, we hit the road, not realizing what a long day it would be. We left around 8:30 in the morning and didn't get to our destination in Fort Worth, TX until 12:15 that night! Jennifer had some friends there that were expecting us :) I remember feeling deliriously tired as I tried to greet this kind family and tried even harder to sound coherent. I had driven most of that day, which was my preference as I enjoy driving. Bed never felt so good... I did wonder how someone can get so tired just sitting behind a steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we bundled up and coninued on our way. You would think that central TX would be warm, even in Feb., but it sure felt like it was in the 30's! Jennifer's friends said they were having a cold snap and that it had been quite warm a couple days ago! Oh well! Friday ended up being more relaxed as far as traveling. We stopped at Carlsbad Caverns and had a great afternoon walking around underground. We learned that the Caverns were explored by a 16 year old cowboy who, while riding his horse, thought he saw smoke in the distance. Upon further examination, he found out that it was a "cloud" of bats and they were coming out of the entrance to the caverns. Although indians had used this entrance for different reasons, this young cowboy was the first to actually explore these caverns. I believe this all took place in the late 18oos. The national park still had the rope ladder he and some other men used to explore the area. It was facinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we stayed in a hotel in El Paso, TX, the only hotel we would sleep in the whole journey! Jennifer knows how to cut down on traveling costs! One of the memorable events of the trip was that we never stopped at a restaraunt. Well...... I did stop and get a McDonalds icecream cone once, but that was it! Jenny and I packed granola bars, sunflower seeds, fruits and vegetables and nuts. Oh, and puffed wheat. By the end of the trip, we both were craving meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Misc.%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Misc.%20143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, we drove to Phoenix, AZ, where we stayed with another family that Jenny knows! Hey, its great to have connections&lt;br /&gt;everwhere! Before we arrived at their house, the daughter let us know that they were having a potluck dinner that night and that there would be a lot of people there. We didn't mind and tried to freshen up from our day -long road trip before we got there. What we didn't know was that it wasn't a casual "friends and family get-together." It was a raw foods potluck and there was a speaker, with a suit on, talking to a room full of people. We walked right up to the front door where everyone saw us and the speaker stopped his speech on the benefits of only eating raw foods. Jennifer and I were mortified! It was an awkward few moments until the lady of the house graciously directed us back to the kitchen to "grab a plate." This was one situation we can laugh about now but was rather humiliating when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;That night, we, once again, were the beneficiaries of kind hospitality. We enjoyed worshipping with them the next morning at church and then headed on our way. Before we dedicated ourselves to the last leg of the journey, Jenny and I stopped in downtown Scottsdale, just 30&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Misc.%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Misc.%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; miles from the home we left. We had a great time wandering around the little shops, talking to store owners and eating sushi! We left the touristy town late that afternoon, knowing that we had 6 more hours of driving before we would get to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for me to drive into San Diego as I started recognizing road signs and landmarks. It brought back pleasant memories of my stay there last summer. Jennifer and I had a great couple of days in southern CA before I flew ba&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Misc.%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Misc.%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck on Thursday. We went whale watching, ate "real" food (!), hiked up Cowls Mountain with Jenny's sister Joli, friend Emily Weld and their babies, met Dr Grobstein, the lady she will be working for, and of course talked and talked! I had a wonderful time with this friend that I met when I was 8 years old. She and I deepened our relationship being together for a week and a half! I will miss her for the amount of time she will be away but I know that the Lord will use her to bring Christ's love to a woman who claims there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving across the country is definitely a memorable experience. There is something patriotic about it! It amazes me that the east coast and west coast can be in the same country and yet look totally different. The west is more rugged with the brown mountains, studded with shrubbery and a few trees. The east is more lush with rolling hills. Beautiful in different ways. We serve a creative God Who's creation declares His glory. " The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork." Psalm 19:1&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114116252844161211?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114116252844161211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114116252844161211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114116252844161211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114116252844161211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/east-to-west-and-back-again.html' title='East to West and back again'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114070354979177600</id><published>2006-02-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:49:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty - A Heart Surrendered</title><content type='html'>I want to say up front that this post is more for girls then anyone else. And its not for the purpose of "preaching" at anyone; but, a desire to share with you my failures, struggles and the areas of my life that God has and is still bringing conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was looking at &lt;a href="http://www.carolynmcculley.com/"&gt;Carolyn McCulley's &lt;/a&gt;(author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1581345798/104-9496922-8093532?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;Did I Kiss Marriage Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;?) blog, &lt;a href="http://solofemininity.blogs.com/"&gt;Solo Femininity&lt;/a&gt;; and came across a link to a message on modesty. This message was entitled "&lt;a href="http://www.bclr.org/resources/conferences/fall_kickoff/messages.shtml"&gt;The Soul of Modesty&lt;/a&gt;" and was given by &lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngraceministries.org/about/"&gt;CJ Mahanie&lt;/a&gt;, former pastor of &lt;a href="http://www.covlife.org/"&gt;Covenant Life Church &lt;/a&gt;(I would encourage you to click on this link and listen to his message, He does a much better job then I ever could, at explaining this issue). For some reason it caught my attention and I decided out of curiosity to hear what he had to say on the subject. The issue of modesty was not a new one for me, as is probably true with most of you; but, as is always the case with God's word, it didn't return void. Somehow hearing it again brought conviction in areas of my life and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I was little my dad would always explain the importance of not defrauding men by the way we dress. I knew all the speeches, reasons why and the fact that God took this issue very serious. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that no man (or woman) transgress and defraud his brother, because the Lord is the avenger in all these things." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:6. Still somehow even with that knowledge it is so easy to become lack luster in my approach to this issue. For us girls I think there are multiple reasons why. One I believe being, the desire to at times be "in style". No matter where we go in the world and even in many Christian circles, fashion and outward appearance are considered of high importance. There is a desire to want to fit in and at times to be "gorgeous" like the women on the magazines and in Hollywood. So often modesty can be made to take a back seat for fashion. What we fail to remember is that outward beauty is not lasting and true beauty comes from "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a gentile and quite spirit, which is precious in the sight of the Lord." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Peter 3:3-4. However, sometimes the desire to have "the look" is a hard one to combat. It's so easy to look at dress as our personal choice, instead of realizing that our actions affect the people around us. My parents have always tried to remind me and CJ reiterates it in his message; that, modesty is not just a list of dos and don'ts; but, an issue of our heart. The attitude of surrender to God's word along with a true care and concern for our brothers in Christ, that our actions don't cause their downfall. It is so easy to be tempter to push the limits, to see just how close we can get to the line, while comforting ourselves that we haven't crossed it. I begin to say things like "well it's the best I could find, "it's only this once, or "it's only a little immodest compared to everyone else, so what's the big deal?" When those thoughts begin to creep back into my thinking it's a warning sign that my heart is not in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not careful, what we label as "cute" or "innocent" can bring about battles and inward struggles within the hearts of the men in our lives. Over the years I have heard of letters by young men and verbal pleas asking that young ladies watch what they wear as to make it possible for them to think of their sisters in Christ with all purity. It's so easy as young girls to forget or minimize the struggles that young men can face because of our carelessness. Just because we don't understand the way a guy thinks, doesn't make their struggles any less real. And it doesn't make them bad either, as some people would say; it just makes them normal. God made guys to be visual and if they are striving to honor God with their thoughts and lives, is it not our responsibility to help them along and not stunt their growth by our actions? We have to guard against falling into the mind set of "it's their problem" or "it's not fair that I have to limit what I do because of someone else." We need to remember that it's not a matter of fair; but, doing what God says and thinking more so of anothers good then our freedoms. CJ Mahanie said in his message that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"modesty&lt;/em&gt; is humility expressed in dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For most of us this is not anything new; but, if you're anything like me you can never be reminded too much. In my own life I was challenged to make sure my dress was above reproach. I don't think that anything I have would be classified as really immodest; but, I do know that at times I've gotten to close to that line I mentioned earlier. The challenge to myself and hopefully to you all is to make sure that we're asking the question "God are you pleased with my appearance and am I helping to build up my brothers in the Lord?" I really like this quote by a friend of CJ's. He asked the question "&lt;strong&gt;Do you take God to the Gap&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps to remember that our future husbands; if that are striving for purity and godliness, will not pick us based on our outward beauty alone; but, will fall in love with our character first. I am not in any way saying that it's wrong to want to look nice, wear makeup or even get dressed up. What I am saying is that it should not become more important then doing what we know in our hearts, pleases God. I think as girls that we fear that if we don't look like the girls on the magazines that no guy will want to marry us or get to know us. It's so easy to fall into the lie that a guy will like us better if we fit a certain look; but, what kind of guy? No one can see our inside at first glance; but, they can judge us based on our outward appearance. The true question is; what do we want a guy to be attracted to? A beauty that is only skin deep and will fade with age or the beauty that only come through obedience to and a relationship with our Savior? If someone likes you based mainly on the way you look, it will be a shallow relationship. A young man should be first and foremost attracted to your inner person and that should mirror Christ. But this kind of relationship requires a willingness to wait on the Lord to bring the right man into our lives; and a trusting that He will do so in His perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any guys reading this that have sisters; I would challenge you to encourage them. Share with them your thoughts as young men on the subject. We need encouragement because, like anyone else, we can grow weary of doing good and fighting against the trends. Most of us hear this from our parents; but, there is something reassuring about hearing it from the young guys that God has placed in our lives. As brothers you can encourage your sisters not to compromise and reassure them that their efforts are appreciated. Encourage them that there are guys out there who care about a woman's character more then the way she appears; because, its east to forget or doubt that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that even with trying we will all make mistakes; but, if our heart is really in pleasing God then more then nine times out of ten we'll get in right. In closing I'd like to add one more challenge. And that would be, making sure that we humbly receive instruction in this area from those over us. For me, it's the times that I have convinced myself that I am doing well, that I have a hard time when scrutinized. My challenge would be that we all would be "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;James 1:19. Our friend's mom used to tell them that "&lt;strong&gt;the deceived don't know they are deceived."&lt;/strong&gt; I believe this to be true. We can be so convinced that we don't need to change that we turn a deaf ear to the pleas of those in authority over us. Lets pray that we will have an open heart and a teachable spirit so that God will ultimately get the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of the Hymn writers writes "Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord to thee. Take my will and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine. Take my heart it is Thine own, It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love, my Lord; I pour at thy feet its treasure store. Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for thee."&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114070354979177600?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114070354979177600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114070354979177600' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114070354979177600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114070354979177600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/modesty-heart-surrendered.html' title='Modesty - A Heart Surrendered'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-114040604845980593</id><published>2006-02-19T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:29:10.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving the Savior's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/jesus_on_cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/jesus_on_cross.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant and being made in the likeness of man. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” Philippians 2:5-8 Wow! What an example of servant hood. Christ, the Son of God, living in perfect glory, all knowing, all powerful, emptied Himself to serve a people whom didn’t even know Him or love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the oldest on a large family I think of how many times I get tired of serving. And how many times I count what it costs me to put another first. I think of how easy it is for me to have the wrong attitude because I have to make another meal, change another diaper, do another round of paper work, re-clean a room that I just finished a few minutes earlier, you fill in the blank. I can so easily begin to look at my responsibilities as burdens instead of ways to serve my Savior who gave his all for me. I think that as Christians we can tend to rate our service . We all know we need to serve; but, we tend to look at the more exciting things as being worthy of our time and energy; while all the small acts can become “thorns in our flesh”. For instance, no one would look at missionary work in a foreign land as being anything less that a worthy investment of time and energy, but do we pour the same amount of enthusiasm into sharing our&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Jesus%20-%20Washing%20feet-1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/Jesus%20-%20Washing%20feet-1.2.jpg" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; faith with the people at work, in our neighborhood, or even more easily forgotten, in our families and with our siblings? Helping someone in the local church can be fulfilling, while doing a chore for our parents can become a burden. In John 13, Jesus sets an example of true servant hood as He washes the dirty, smelly feet of His disciples. Imagine with me for a moment, the Son of God, who was there at the creation of the world, who can move mountains, calm seas, heal the sick and raise the dead, bends down and in love does the lowliest job of a servant. What an example. Oh, how I wish this was always my attitude. That no matter what job I had to do I could approach it joyfully, realizing that it’s a privilege to be able to serve another; because, it’s a way I can imitate my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom once told me that she was able to do all the annoying little things that comes with having a family, and do them joyfully, because she looks at each one as God’s will for her life at that moment. It sounds simple but it can be so profound. I once heard a lady say that she put a sign above her sink that said “God’s will being done here three times daily.” In some ways that sounds kind of funny. “So you mean to tell me, that it’s serving God to stand in front of the sink and wash dished or at the stove and cook a meal?” Yep! Because it’s not just the act of doing the dished or making the meal; but the attitude of, Lord I’m going to put aside what I’d rather be doing and take care of a need my family has. For guys, “You mean that getting up day after day and going to work is serving the Lord?” Yep! Because as you work hard you are an example to your boss and your co-workers and you are providing for your future families or the ones you already have. As children of God no job should be too small and we should find joy in doing each one because it’s a chance to be faithful or benefit another, and become a little more like our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that God and my parents had to remind me of this week, and I am so thankful they did. The life of a believer isn’t always exciting, it’s hard work most of the time, because it’s denying our flesh, our wants our desires; but, if we can look at each responsibility as doing what God has called us to, then we’ll find satisfaction in it. Christ was our example of ultimate self-sacrifice, can we do any less? 2 Thessalonians 3:3 “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as for you brethren, do not grow weary of doing good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” And may we always look to Christ for the ability to have a servents hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-114040604845980593?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114040604845980593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=114040604845980593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114040604845980593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/114040604845980593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/serving-saviors-way.html' title='Serving the Savior&apos;s Way'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113943745373435226</id><published>2006-02-08T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:44:06.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/san_diego2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/san_diego2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past summer, I worked as a caregiver for an elderly lady in the northern part of San Diego. I am very grateful for the experience I had out there! The Lord taught me many things as I lived with this woman 5 days a week. Her name is Dr Grobstein and she will always be indelibly etched in my memory! She did not know the Lord and the Lord provided times for me to share the love of Christ with her.&lt;br /&gt;A very dear friend of mine, Jennifer Howard, will be working for Dr Grobstein for the next 6-9 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/336693082[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/336693082%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;months and I have the privledge of driving to San Diego with her! We leave on Monday, the 13th and hope to arrive in SD on the 20th. After spending a couple days there, I will fly back on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;The west coast is beautiful! The ocean was only a 20 minute drive from where I was staying and I loved walking on the beach! I am looking forward to visiting friends that I met during the summer as well as seeing "the Doctor!"&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how the trip goes :)&lt;br /&gt; Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113943745373435226?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113943745373435226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113943745373435226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113943745373435226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113943745373435226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/heading-to-san-diego.html' title='Heading to San Diego'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113943472273102134</id><published>2006-02-08T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:44:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>I wanted to expound on a point I made in my last post, "Storms and our Savior." I said that it is focusing on the love of God that transforms my outlook on life. This is so true and it continues to be my testimony. When I am depressed or anxious I am basically saying, "Lord, You don't really care for me the way You have stated in Your Word." This is what I wanted to highlight. The Lord, the Creator and Holy Judge of the universe, has said in His Word that He loves His children. It is bestowed upon us because of what He has said, not because we deserve it. What an anchor this is! We do have the perfect love our soul longs for! This love is unlike any kind of love we have ever experienced or felt. We have all been loved by family members and friends. We all know what a joy and comfort it is to know that someone loves us and cares for us. Yet this just gives us a glimpse into the love that the Lord has for us. This unconditional love that our Heavenly Father gives us does not depend on our actions. In fact, there is nothing that can separate us from it. "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?......For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Rom 8:35, 38-39&lt;br /&gt;How easy and comfortable it is to trust someone who loves us. We know that this person wants the best for us and would never ask us to do anything that would be detrimental or wrong. We may not always understand the reasoning. How much more should we completely trust in a God Who has set His unconditional love upon us. We may not understand why He has shown us a certain path to follow but we know that He is trustworthy. We don't need to completely understand. We are safe in Him&lt;br /&gt;The Lords love is the foundation for our love for Him "We love Him because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19 I remember going to a conference and hearing R.C. Sproul talk about the love of God. He said that any love that we have for the Lord is only given by Him. We can't produce the love that we have for the Lord. Even that must come by His hand!&lt;br /&gt;It is through the love of God that we have the grace to live lives that are pleasing to Him. "Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us." Rom 8:37 We can love others, show kindness, speak gently and serve with a joyful heart, all because of the depths of His love. &lt;strong&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me."&lt;/strong&gt; Gal 2:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Put together all the tenderest love you know of, the deepest you have ever felt, and the strongest that has ever been poured out upon you. Heap upon it all the love of all the loving human hearts in the world, and then multiply it by infinity, and you will begin, perhaps, to have some faint glimpse of what the love of God is."&lt;/em&gt; Hannah Whitall Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let us lean on God with all our weight. Let us throw ourselves on His faithfulness as we do on our beds, bringing all our weariness to his dear rest.&lt;/em&gt;" Charles Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt; Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113943472273102134?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113943472273102134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113943472273102134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113943472273102134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113943472273102134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113893679002281983</id><published>2006-02-02T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:14:02.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Passing Through</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days that you can’t wait to end? Days where nothing seems to go right from start to finish, you feel like life doesn’t have much meaning or make much sense, you long for something more? Or days were you know what you should do in obedience to Christ, but for some reason you find no joy in that obedience? These are emotions that I’m sure, at one point or another, we can all relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/Sunset.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the times we feel this way is because we’ve lost sight of the fact we are “Just Passing Through”. We don’t find ultimate contentment here because earth is not our home. We are here to use our lives to bring glory to Christ; but, our real home lies beyond the constraints of this world and in the glorious kingdom of our God. If we can keep this in mind, the troubles and daily responsibilities won’t seem so meaningless and at time unsatisfying. The things we need to do or the things that we have to give up in order to follow Christ will begin to make sense. If we can keep Heaven as the finish line, the race we’re running down here will have so much more meaning and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone today is trying to find the perfect happiness in an unperfected world. The shelves of the bookstores are lined with self-help books on this subject. But we have the one book that will give us the answers! 2 Corinthians 5:2 says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For indeed in this house we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from Heaven…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did you catch the fact it said groan? We groan because, even though we may be redeemed through Christ’s blood (Praise God!), we still have to struggle with our sinful, fleshly bodies. But, one day we’ll have perfect bodies; no more sin, no more tears, no more struggles, we’ll be at rest in glorious peace. If we can keep in the forefront of our minds that our true home is in Heaven, then the things we go through and the sacrifices we’re called to make will cease to be an annoyance and a discouragement and become opportunities to glorify our Savior, and reminders to long for the arms of our Father. Life makes more sense when we use each day as stepping stones to becoming a little more like Christ. Philippians 3:20-21 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform the body of our humble state into conformity with the body of His glory…” “While we look not at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” 2 Corinthians 4:18. So, with this in mind, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Galatians 6:9 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1 Corinthians 15:58 May we always remember to fix our eyes on Jesus and rejoice in our ETERNAL HOME!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113893679002281983?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113893679002281983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113893679002281983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113893679002281983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113893679002281983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-passing-through.html' title='Just Passing Through'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113866124886884912</id><published>2006-01-30T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:01:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms and our Saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/windbiter.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/windbiter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about our emotions and how much we are controlled by the way we feel? I know, for me, I can so easily trust my emotions rather then on what the Lord has said is true in His Word. How easy it is to be "swept away'' by our feelings when we feel overcome by them. Practically speaking, when somebody we love hurts us, we may have the tendency to hold a grudge rather then approaching the situation from a Biblical standpoint. Scripture says to forgive in light of how much we have been forgiven. Another example is wallowing in self pity and discouragement because our lives are not going the way we had planned. Guilt also is an emotion that can easily overcome us. So many of our feelings can be subtle or even hard to detect as we are so used to living in the center of our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I love the story of Peter's adventure on the water in Matt 14. I guess I am intrigued by his "all-or-nothing" attitude about life. We all know the story well. Jesus approaches the disciples boat walking on the water and the disciples are afraid, thinking Him to be a ghost. Jesus calms their anxiety by identifying Himself and telling them not to fear. Peter then yells above the storm asking that if it is truly Jesus, that He would bid Peter to join Him out on the sea. Jesus grants permission and Peter then steps out from the boat. The narrative continues, "But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid: and beginning to sink he cried out, saying,' Lord &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Jesus%20and%20Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/200/Jesus%20and%20Peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Jesus%20and%20Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Jesus%20and%20Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;save me!" We have all been here. How easy it is to look at the circumstances in our lives and feel that we are "sinking." Sometimes we feel that it is our very selves and our emotions that are &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/1600/Jesus%20and%20Peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dragging us down. The answer to Peter's plight as well as to our struggles is clinging to the One Who is capable of calming the storms on the sea of Galilee as well as the storms in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;Peter began sinking when he took His eyes off Christ and put them on the wind and waves. I know, from personal experience, it is when my eyes are focused on my life and difficulties that I get discouraged. Yet, by God's grace, when I direct my focus back on my loving Saviours face I feel the peace and joy I was longing for. It is looking to Him that I find security in salvation, Fatherly protection, joy and grace to continue running this race, and unconditional love. Sometimes, it is the very thought of the Lord's unending love that will transform my outlook on life. "You have also given me the shield of Your salvation: Your right hand has held me up. Your gentleness has made me great." Ps 18:35 How true this is! It is the Lord's gentleness, His kindness, care and love that are my confidence in this life.&lt;br /&gt;What a joy it is when my heavenly Father reminds me that He delights to calm the storms in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113866124886884912?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113866124886884912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113866124886884912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113866124886884912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113866124886884912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/01/storms-and-our-saviour.html' title='Storms and our Saviour'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113822226850823712</id><published>2006-01-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:22:52.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust without Understanding</title><content type='html'>I recently went to see the movie &lt;a href="http://www.endofthespear.com/"&gt;The End of the Spear &lt;/a&gt;with my brother and sister. What an amazing story of obedience, trust, sacrificial love and forgiveness. I couldn’t help but have a sense of awe as I watched 5 men willingly give their lives for the sake of a people they didn’t even know. As the movie unfolded I found myself wondering why God would allow these men who loved Him, loved their wives, their children, and a nation of hostile people, to die such a horrible death. What could have been the benefit of such a tragedy? But the story didn’t end there, God had a plan and He was still in control. I must admit that in my own life I am tempted to doubt God or His plan when things don’t turn out the way I’d like them to or think they should. I can so easily lose sight of the fact that God sees the bigger picture and He doesn’t make mistakes. He put us here to glorify Him and that’s the only thing that matters in life or in death. As a single I can get so caught up in all the questions, will I get married, will I have children, what will I be doing in 5 years or even 10, etc…we all have our own things that fill our thoughts. At times I am so tempted to doubt God’s plan or wonder if He has one. I lose sight of the fact that God has the outcome well in hand and already planned out for His glory and my good. I don’t have to worry about my future; but, I am called to surrender my will for His in daily obedience and trust in Him for the rest. Please don’t get me wrong, this is not something that I have conquered or always remember to practice; but, it is something that the Lord reminded me of through this amazing story. Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, Roger Youderian, Ed McCully, and Pete Fleming didn’t know what the outcome would be when they submitted themselves to the spears of the very people they came to help; but God did. Marj Saint, Elizabeth Elliot, Barbra Youderian, Marilou McCully, and Olive Fleming, didn’t know what would happen when they went back to care for the very tribe that took their husbands lives or why God had allowed that to happen, but the Lord did. He knew that a nation of lost people would come to understand His love and saving grace and would come to find forgiveness not only in Him; but, also from the families of the men they had killed. It’s been 50 years now since this story took place but the legacy these godly men left behind still lives on today in the lives of their wives, children, friends and the Waodani people. Not many of us will be called to give our lives in obedience to Christ; but, it is no less important to be submitted to our Lord and Savior’s will every day and in obedience trust and follow Him whatever that may cost. John Piper writes, “We exist to make Christ appear in the world as what He really is – magnificent. Weather by life or death, if we don’t we waste our lives.” These men didn’t waste their lives, they gave them willingly for the glory or Christ. And when they took their last breaths, I know they were welcomed into Christ’s arms with a “well done, good and faithful servant” and it was all worth it. In the words of Jim Elliot, “He is no fool who gives what He can’t keep to gain what He can’t lose.” May we learn from their examples. Proverbs 20:24 says, “Man's steps are ordained by the Lord, How then can man understand His ways?” And so we are called to, “Trust in the Lord will all our hearts, and lean not on our own understanding. In all our ways acknowledge Him and He will make our paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6 May it be said of us, “I delight to do your will, O my God; Your Law is within my heart.” What an awesome God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;If you have not already done so, I encourage you to click on the Link (End of the Spear) at the top of the page, to learn more about this movie and the lives of the people it represents.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5711/2055/320/endofspear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113822226850823712?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113822226850823712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113822226850823712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113822226850823712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113822226850823712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/01/trust-without-understanding.html' title='Trust without Understanding'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113665668560021273</id><published>2006-01-07T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:23:28.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from the heart</title><content type='html'>I am reading an excellent book entitled “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0875526047/qid=1136657457/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-6046757-7202222?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;War of Words&lt;/a&gt;” by Paul David Tripp. A good friend of mine suggested that I read it and encouraged me further by giving me the book. I was excited to begin reading it as I knew that I should learn more about godly, uplifting communication. The book has been beneficial ( I’ve only read a couple chapters so far) in that it has helped me to see, though initially obvious, that all of our words stem from what is in our hearts. “As in water face reflects face, so a man’s heart reveals the man.” Prov 27:19 If our hearts are stained with bitterness, hatred and lies, then our mouths will reflect this. "You brood of vipers, how can you, being evil, speak what is good? For the mouth speaks out of that which fills the heart." Matt 12:34 How often I have said something and will later think, “where did that come from?” One thing I have realized as I continue to walk in this life, is that it may be possible to hide what is in my heart for a time. There is a safety in trying to look perfect and to say the right thing. Yet, there will always come a time when the sin in my heart will be found out. Usually, my sin rears its ugly head around the ones I hold most dear. Yet, for us as believers, the story does not end there. Christ's blood and atoning sacrifice on the cross are completely sufficient in cleansing every dark stain. I must remind my self that, apart from the grace of the Lord and His Holy Spirit working in my life, I have the ability to say things that I will regret. Tripp says it so clearly when he states,"(our words) are the fruit of the root issues found in our hearts. Word problems are always related to heart problems." He then goes on to say how important it is to look beyond the search for the “right technic” in godly communication , but to examine our hearts in light of our sin and the redeeming work of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent time with someone who has a negative, bitter outlook on life? It can be discouraging! I know that I will not want to stay in their presence for an extended period of time. On the other hand, how encouraging it is to spend one on one time with someone who reflects with their mouth a heart that is saturated with the word of God. This, I believe, is the solution. David said in Psalm 119:11,'' Your word I have hidden in my heart, That I might not sin against you." In his book, Tripp states that when our hearts are resting in a God Who is sovereign over every aspect of our lives, and we are taking comfort in the fact that "all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose," (Rom. 8:28) then wrong responses to negative situations will diminish. This can only be accomplished through the workings of the Holy Spirit. As we fix our gaze on the Source of our righteousness, we will be continually transformed into His likeness.&lt;br /&gt;"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer." Ps 19:14&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Jen Wold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113665668560021273?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113665668560021273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113665668560021273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113665668560021273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113665668560021273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/01/words-from-heart.html' title='Words from the heart'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20502826.post-113634024330523241</id><published>2006-01-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:00:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One In The Spirit</title><content type='html'>In the Bible our Spirit and Soul are what makes us unique. They are the part of us that will live on forever, even when our last breath is taken and we are visible no longer to those we love. We pray this will be a place where, your Spirit and Soul will be strengthened. Unlike the worldly materials who only focus on the temporal things of this world; we want this to be a place where the desire to be obedient to and changed by God's word, is what joins us. Were the focal point is our relationship with our Savior and each other as part of the family of God. "And the congregation of those who believed were of one heart and soul..." Acts 4:32. I really love this prayer by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1581344988/ref=pd_kar_1/103-6046757-7202222?n=283155"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt; " Grant us O Lord by your almighty Spirit and your piercing word, that we who name Christ as the Lord would treasure him above our lives and feel, deep in our souls, that Christ is life and death is gain. And so may we display his worth for all to see. And by prizing him may He be praised in all the world. May He be magnified in life and death. May every neighbor and nation see how joy in Jesus frees his people from the power of greed and fear. O Lord, You sent your son, the blazing center of your beauty and love. You gave him up to mockery, betrayal, thorns, the whip, the rod, fists, nails, shame and death. To swallow up your wrath and satisfy your righteousness and bury all my sins as far as the east is from the west, so that I might come home to you. This is your love, O God, not to make much of me, but do whatever must be done so that I waken to the joy of making much of you through all eternity. O God, forbid that I should ever boast save in the cross of Christ, my Lord." (Prayer from the book &lt;a href="http://http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1581344988/ref=pd_kar_1/103-6046757-7202222?n=283155"&gt;Don't Waste Your Life&lt;/a&gt;.) May this be our hearts desire and may we unlike the Hollywood view of success, strive to be servants and obedient to the calling we have as defined in God's word. For His glory and honor and so that one day when we take our last breath and stand before a righteous and holy Savior, He'll be able to say "well done, good and faithful servant." In closing, I'd like to share one other verse with you. Many of you could echo with me that trying to follow the Lord can be hard. Sometimes you may feel like worldly philosophies, media, perhaps even friends or family members and your flesh, are all against you. These are all things that I believe Satan uses to tear us down and make us discouraged. This is a verse that has helped me. Christ says "My Grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in (your) weakness." 2 core. 12:8-9. What a mighty God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Amy Skoczelak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20502826-113634024330523241?l=the-wheatfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113634024330523241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20502826&amp;postID=113634024330523241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113634024330523241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20502826/posts/default/113634024330523241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wheatfield.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-in-spirit.html' title='One In The Spirit'/><author><name>The Wheatfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07611359291893560926</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
