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Avatar, Relationships Done Right pt. 2: Mai & Zuko

I think this is a great article. Zuko and Mai (from Avatar: The Last Airbender) are a great couple to learn something from. They MADE it work. We can too. 🙂 We can choose love over bitterness and hate. We can choose forgiveness over condemnation. We have the power to make or break all of our relationships. Choose love. It’s always better in the end….

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Hello everyone! Welcome back to my continuing look at Avatar: The Last Airbender and how the relationships between the characters within it. If you missed the previous post (here) about Sokka, be sure to check it out! This week I’ll be discussing the relationship between arguably one of the series’s most important characters, Prince Zuko, and his knife wielding girlfriend Mai.

Now as many of you have watched the show may know, Prince Zuko is a pretty integral part of the over-all Airbender plot. So much so, in fact, that if I tried to cover every detail and change in his character over the course of the series I’d have to write one HELL of a blog; with a length border-lining on a college thesis. So since I don’t really have the time for that (and I doubt many of you have the time to read it) I’m going to do things…

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What happened when we opened our HOME to Muslims

This is very powerful and convicting….It’s something that we should all think about and provokes some honest self-examination…God, have mercy on me! I am a wretched creature! Thank You for Your grace! How could I live without it? Change me, O Love, into something more like You! I want to change….

Cindy DeBoer

IMG_1135A few years back our family of six spent four years living in Morocco. In a country that is nearly 100% Islam, we made many Muslim friends. A couple weeks ago, one of those friends decided to visit our family here in Michigan. She traveled with her 18 yr. old daughter who was coming to America for the first time.

Although we were virtually surrounded by Muslims while living in Morocco, it was an entirely new twist to have Muslims living with us – experiencing every-day life with us. This was far more up-close and personal.

What I learned made me uncomfortable. But probably not in the way you’re thinking.

My friend came bearing gifts – for me, my husband, the kids – even for our sons who no longer live home. She got up early and made coffee. She stayed up late and made Moroccan fried bread. Whenever I…

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Encouragement for Sisters Lost in the Mist

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Our dear sister Kinuko has blessed my heart deeply with one of her recent posts. I pray you to take a moment and read her encouragement to sisters around the globe who feel like they are in the mist and cannot get out.

 

http://japanesebiblewoman.blogspot.com/2015/12/are-you-feeling-as-if-you-were-in-mist.html

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I need you, I love you, I want you

O what a beautiful post! Let us all lift up our eyes and see just how much we need Him! Let us all say, “I love You, I want You, I need You!”

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The image is not mine.  The Saviour is. The image is not mine.
The Saviour is.

Our culture is obsessed. I could say that it is obsessed with sex. With pleasure. With self. All these are true. But really, it is just obsessed. A grossly wealthy world cries out to me. I can hear it every time I leave my house. In fact, I go online and it screams to me. People desperate to express themselves – to validate themselves – compete to see how many ‘I’m ok with myself’ and other memes they can post. Selfie sticks sell in crowded malls with overpriced and undermodest clothes. We spend billions of dollars on machines, parks, trails and memberships to work off SOME of the billions of dollars we spend on overeating. Yet one of our chief concerns today is mental illness. Sure, there are many causes of this, but some are right in front of us. We are…

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Ages

Say hello to my dad! He has started blogging. 🙂 Check out his site! He says many things I don’t. 😉 So, go on and check him out! ^~^

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My daughter turned 16B this past week. You, I am certain, would call it ’17’, but that is just your bias based on such piddly things as the cultural need to identify people with the appropriate ‘time-of-life’ designations and math. However, she has chosen to stretch her last two years of high school into four in order to get more experience with life and to help with her little brother’s education (and to gain a little time to finish Calculus, I suppose). This year her grade is ’11B’. So, in order to graduate on time, she has chosen to turn ’16B’ this year, and ’17A’ the next. For the perhaps more serious side of this, you can check out her post on the topic here:

https://maidenforjesus.wordpress.com/2015/10/13/the-truth-about-your-age-it-doesnt-matter

Now, the one thing I can say about my daughter’s age is that it is concrete (philosophical rants about matrices aside). Regardless of how…

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The Truth About Your Age: It Doesn’t Matter

“How old are you?”

“16b.”

“Do what?!!”

I have been thinking….I have noticed that we tend to get tangled up in things that don’t matter. Concepts of the way things should be, for no apparent reason at all. Don’t get me wrong: There’s a time and place for everything (Ecclesiastes teaches that.) And there are certainly things the Bible prohibits at certain times/places (for example: 1Corinthians 14:34-35). But there are a LOT of things that we hold onto that are not commanded in the Bible. I don’t really know why we hold to them so tightly. But we do. And today, seeing it is my birthday, I want to address one of them:

Our age.

I started thinking about this a week or two ago. Why does it matter what I say my age is? I get that “17” tells you how many years I’ve lived on earth by the generally-accepted calendar dates and doctor-written times. But what does that matter? What does that mean? What bearing does it have? Isn’t our age just a number? If a certain lady wants to call herself 29 for the rest of her life, what does it matter? If I want to refer to my age in line with my schooling*, what does it matter? It has no effect on my life, really (as for the age to vote/drink/etc., I care for none of them). It leaves no mark on others. So, what does it matter how old I am or what my default age is? The truth is: I don’t think it does.

As I thought more on this, I started seeing something I had previously only seen glimpses of. What if maturity is the important thing here anyway? Honestly, as I look around, I realize that maturity seems to be lost for most western countries. What if we viewed the 50-year-old who is living like a teenager as a little girl and the 12-year-old who is living like a young lady as a woman? I think that would be the more accurate description—not how long we’ve lived.

So, today, if you ask me how old I am, I will ask you this question: “Do you want my elected age or my default age?” Because the truth is: it doesn’t really matter. But for myself I ask, “Am I a young lady, becoming a woman, more meek and quiet and mature daily for the Lord?” This is the question I ponder today. Not how old I am.

*I am homeschooled. I made the decision to split my 11th and 12th grade years into two years each for various reasons. We call my remaining years 11a, 11b, 12a, and 12b. I’m currently on 11b. So, by my elected age, I would be 16b this year, 17a next year, and 17b the next year. Then, I’ll turn 18 and go on my merry way. 🙂 But, by my default age (a.k.a. “normal”), I turn 17 this year. ^~^

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Lord, I am a Blind Sheep!—A Prayer from Kinuko-san

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I was so touched by dear Kinuko-san’s recent post—a poem that she wrote. I asked her permission to reblog her post. You can find the original here: http://japanesebiblewoman.blogspot.com/2015/10/lord-i-am-blind-sheep-my-poem-and-prayer.html

Please go check out her site. She is such a tender maiden for our Lord. 🙂

“Lord, I am a Blind Sheep”

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Lord, I am a blind sheep.

A dull sheep who runs about thoughtlessly.

Even truth-seeking heart would lose its power in front of this dullness.

The tragedy is that, though I know well that there are various wolves with sheep clothes,

walking about, seeking whom they may deceive,

I cannot hear Thy voice very well!

One day, am I going to be eaten by one of them?

Since I am blind and cannot hear very well,

would You do me a special favor?

Even after calling me by name and leading me out to the pasture,

Lord, would you continue to carry me through to the final destination?

Because of Thy servant’s dullness and weakness,

please grant me Thy special mercy.

[written by Kinuko]

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