Monday, October 22, 2012
My pastor says that knowing fruit involves being a fruit inspector, like matthew 7.20 says, and inspecting isn't faultfinding, it's fact finding. I've met a whole lot of people who say as Christians we can't "judge", but I'm not talking about the person, I'm talking about the actions. That's not judgement. That's common sense. Do you agree?
The reason I'm bringing this up is because people are so scared to talk about what's going on right now in the political realm that they won't do anything or say anything to create waves. Well, how can we be a peaceMAKER and MAINTAINER, if we won't confront anything? it's not a race thing or even a political party thing, it's an integrity thing. If those we vote into office choose to abuse the position and the trust we place in them, who has the right to tell us we can't say anything about their actions? Last time I checked, we did still have freedom of speech. Not sure how long it'll last, but for now I'm gonna exert that freedom. As long as I have it I'll use it. You have right to exercise your own freedom of speech to say whatever you want, but don't deny me that same right. That's all I'm saying.
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Friday, October 19, 2012
A friend of mine posted this yesterday on Facebook, and I just wanted you guys to be aware of it, cos I wasn't:
by Jp Turner
This information was obtained by Judicial Watch March, 2012. The administration had to be sued to get this through the FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT.
Michelle Obama listed daughters as 'Senior Staffers' to justify her expensive African vacation and safari. October 5, 2011, Judicial Watch said the U.S. Air Force provided a C-32 ( a Boeing 757 ), modified by the military for the purpose of flying big-wigs around the world, to fly the First Lady and her entourage to and from Africa , at a cost of $424,142. Another $928.44 was listed as 'bulk food' costs per meal for the 192 on board meals for the 21 people who made the trip. Lobster ain't cheap when you fly it around the world.
The Obama daughters were listed on the manifest as senior staff. 'This trip was as much an opportunity for the Obama family to go on a safari as it was a trip to conduct government business,' said Judicial Watch President Tom Fitton. 'This junket wasted tax dollars and the resources of our over extended military. No wonder we had to sue to pry loose this information.' The nation is suffering with the economy sputtering, the national debt soaring and Obama's economic rescue policies not only failing, but actively making things worse.
Meanwhile, the First Lady justifies an expensive trip to Africa to take a vacation and safari with her daughters by saying it's 'official business' and even going so far as to list her children as staffers. The level of arrogance and dishonesty on display here is nothing short of shocking.
But, 'hope for change' - WHEN?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
When people leave things hanging, I tend to meditate on what they said for quite some time. A few months ago God spoke this to me, very softly, ďLove dropped byÖĒ and then left it hanging. So Iíve been thinking quite a bit about that little comment. Well, love with a capital ďLĒ has been stopping by my church on a pretty regular basis, for quite some time, but recently it seems to be increasing in strength. Iím just in awe of the fact that the God who created the world with a word, the One who put the stars in place, the Holy, Righteous, Faithful, only God of the whole universe has started to leave a perfect heaven, with pure angelic worship, and visit us on a Sunday morning, just because He can. Thatís so humbling to me, to think that our human and imperfect attempts to give Him our worship out of places of brokenness, many times, yet He finds it so enticing that He is attracted to it. Reminds me of Psalm 8.4, when David says, ďWhat is man, that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?Ē Yep. I know just a little how he feels, I think. How Ďbout you? What are your thoughts? Does God ever totally blow your mind? Seriously, Iím interested. Talk.
Kari Grace, the awestruck by His love
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Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Maybe youíve never seen the movie Braveheart but I highly recommend it. Itís all about a hero, filled with passion, who does an amazing thing in his world. I donít do well around people that donít seem to know what they stand for, what they believe. Even if I believe totally differently to you, I still respect you if you are strong in your own convictions. It all boils down to courage or cowardice. Just like the lion in the Wizard of Oz, so many people falter when you ask them direct questions about their core values. I can tell you right now that I know my non-negotiables, and theyíre unshakable. How Ďbout you?
I love lions too. Theyíre fierce, strong, powerful. Even intimidating. Jesus is the lion or Judah. And He's been known to roar from time to time. But thereís a wrong roar. 1st Peter says that satan roams around AS a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Which tells me two things. One, heís not the real lion. The Lion of Judah, aka Jesus Christ, is, and HIS roar IS real. Two, satan canít devour just anybody - he has to have a reason. It takes guts to stand up to an enemy, day after day after day, and believe me, heís good at wearing people out. I see it every day. Heís had a lot of practice. He canít make you do anything, but heíll try to make you crack by the daily pressures of life he sends your way. It takes endurance to take a stand. Iíve decided there are no mouses, only those who will and those who wonít. Wonít what? Take a stand. Endure. Stay faithful to what they believe. Nope, no cowardly lion in me, Dorothy. Just sayin'.
One last thing. Donít do a Demas. Heís in 1st Peter 4.10. He dumped Paul, because he got his eyes on the wrong thing. I personally believe that it all starts in the mind. My pastor says negative images are developed in a dark room, just like a camera. So if you start thinking on things you know are wrong, to quote a good friend of mine "where the mind goes the man is sure to follow". Lives are in the balance. Itís not just about us. We are supposed to be affecting those around us. For the good. Showing them our Father, and His goodness, so they will want Him in their lives too. He told us to show and tell. My question is.. will you?
Live for Jesus. Radically. You wonít be sorry.
Kari the bravehearted
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
ok. have a story to tell. about a great big God and an incredibly foolish thing. a redhead who loses shells and loses sleep.
it starts with a certain gift i was given at birth. been using it since the age of 8. i even "auditioned" one time. i often find there are people in my face doing what i can do, sometimes yearn to do, but for whatever reason am not doing. i kept telling myself go get over my sweet self, since i know if it's from God it's gonna prosper in my life and if it ain't, i don't want it. only, sometimes i do...
all that changed two weekends ago. at the most amazing church women's advance ever. but i'll tell you a secret. i had a few things going on inside of me the second day that iím man enough to admit. starting with the shells. the first day i'd gotten up early and gone shell-hunting. found quite a few, in fact. some of them were really unique. i was a happy woman. then they disappeared from the room. so i'm mad. we're now on the second day. dawn, in fact. iíd just survived a night from hell, so iím upset from sleep deprivation. irritated about lost shells. same place same time as before, when i found oodles of shells but could i find even one? i rest my case.
still frustrated but now hungry i go to breakfast, since coffee is always a good thing to calm the nerves. now iím telling myself i really need to grow up and get over it cos we've had such a mind-blowing visitation from God these petty things should be easy to let go of. not. theoryís good; practice? not so much.
pitiful, i know. i've got to love on my Father, do Zumba on the beach, meet some really cool alabama girls, watch the sun rise over the ocean - i should be having a blast, but i'm sulking. pray for me.
as i leave the breakfast room i see my roommates smiling and talking and having a grand old time, which made me happy. two of my bffs are totally unaware of last night's drama. iíve gotten to be a love that covers a multitude of sins. believe me, i'm no saint but there were a MULTITUDE of sins going on in that room that night!!!! i had help! i did walk in love, tho, so thatís growth for me. Iím wanting to slap somebody, major!
so. there's now three things going on in this redhead's head. one, someoneís doing what i can do, in my face, friday nite/saturday morning/saturday night. two, no sleep. and three, no shells. like i said, pray for me. i ain't there yet.
back to the story. i'm still obsessed, back on the beach - again Ė shell-seeking - again - when i see a bff from Clove, robin. i ask her if there's anything on her heart, and if i can pray for her. (iím trying, ok?!!!.) she mentions a few things and i continue on, walking in the sea. i'm starting to find shells. a few. so i'm calming down. kind of. and i'm praying for the conference. kind of. like i have been for over three months. of course i'm supposed to be in the conference room but i'm at the BEACH for crying out loud... and the seaís calling to meÖ
then i hear ROBIN calling my name. i look up and she's waving for me to come over. (i repented to God then and to her later, but i didn't respond right away...) it's not that i was ignoring her, more a case of "hold on... just one more shell... be right there..."
when i arrived she was talking with a stranger who was also knee-deep in waves. the yellow bucket in his had had caught her attention, and sheíd had struck up a conversation. turns out he was struggling with mental strongholds, trying to talk to God, thinking there just might BE a God, wanting to meet Him... such a directed paths moment. oh yeah. even a redhead can't miss this!!! so we both started sharing a few things and i get the unction to tell him we never know what's gonna happen in life, and since he's open to knowing the God that we love and live for, this would be a really great moment to become His child too. well he had reservations, said he was scared, so i told him Pastor Al had often said that God is not a child-abuser and that everything He IS and DOES is for our good. so robin asks me if i want to lead him in the prayer but since i'm coming in on the tail end of this - yeah, my slightly rebellious self will admit she has issues - i tell her to do the praying. such an amazingly awesome moment on the beach in the sea, watching one more soul come into the Kingdom. OH YEAH! i know. i'm verbose. wordy. but i'm almost done.
we tell him it's real important he gets himself a good church where heíll learn and grow and discover things he needs to make it through this life. we encourage him to spend time with God since he just became His child and he needs to get to know his Father. we tried hard not to overwhelm him. off he goes, and iím dancing a jig on the beach. then i start thinking, "wow... it's a lot harder to rejoice on sand..." just sayin.
at this point my joy is off the charts. uncontainable. after all i'd been thru the night before it was totally exhilarating. so completely wall-to-wall God. i'm busy praising God she got to pray for him when robin says, "YOU prayed." "nope," i say, "i was just the backup!!!" then i look at her and say, "what time is it?" she slowly replies, "why...?" so i say, "you KNOW why..." she looks at me sheepishly, pauses, and says, "10Ö07..."
"oh shoot!" i say. "well, i'm ecstatic he knows God but i've gotta go... and so do you..." i run all the way to the conference room. (i had quite a few workouts that weekend. spirit, soul and body.) praise and worship is in full swing when i get there and i feel kinda bad but i'm still on a high. still see someone doing what I can do and sometimes want to, but now i donít care. creflo dollar says there ainít no high like the MOST High. and iím in that place.
now i get to the point of the story. youíve probably already guessed it, but i wasnít that quick.
right in the middle of the most awesome and magnificent worship God speaks to me. yep. me. the redhead that loses shells and loses sleep. what He said was simply this:
if you'd been doing what you sometimes think you want to do, you'd have been here. (so i'm thinking, ok....)
if you'd been here, you wouldn't have been on the beach. (again, i'm tracking with Him)
if you hadn't lost your shells, you wouldn't have been in the sea. (same train of thought)
if you hadn't been in the sea on the beach you wouldn't have met robin. (are you getting the picture yet? i was still clueless. i blame it on lack of sleep)
if you hadn't connected with robin, when she connected with a stranger just ready to give his life to Christ she wouldn't have had backup...(and i finally got it)
omygosh. after a night i never want as groundhog day i got to be a part of that. such a precious moment. so now, if i ever see anyone else using a gift i have and sometimes long to use, i pray iíll never forget the lesson that day. he that winneth souls is wise. and in the infinite goodness of a loving and patient Father, He decided i could be a part of it. how cool is that? our God truly is not dead, He's surely drastically alive, and fer sure fer sure He's living on the inside... of me. a redhead that loses shells and loses sleep. My God ROCKS!
one more thing. i've just decided what i want to do with my life. change my world. one word at a time. oh yeah!
December 6, 2012 *Disclaimer* - I found out a week ago that there's another ironic twist to the tale. The yellow bucket didn't belong to Dustin, the guy on the beach. Nor did it belong to Robin, one of my bffs. Nope, that bucket was in the sea, coming in with the tide. And it was moving. Yep. Moving. That's what caught Robin's attention. So when it washed up at her feet, Dustin was the only person close at hand. That's how she got into a conversation with him. By asking if it was his bucket. Which it wasn't. So she asked if they should open it, to which he replied, "I don't know." Well, being a curious gal like myself, Robin did. And guess what was IN the bucket? Come on! Guess! omygosh you're soooo boring! Fish. For real. It must have fallen off a ship way out to see and washed up right in front of her. As she's telling the story my mind is saying, "Oh wow! God was telling you to be a fisher of men!" I kept silent till she finished her side of the story - not easy, but I was determined - and wouldn't you know it? God had showed her the same thing! Like I said, God ROCKS!
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